I know I often write about funny things that happen in my life. I swear, all of them are true stories. Today, I hope you’ll forgive me as I share something on the more serious side of my life.
If you’ve ever tried to put a toddler to sleep, you know pretty well that you may as well eat custard with a fork. They might be tired, they may show all signs of being tired, but when it comes to the actual act of putting them to sleep, it becomes a war. Your cute, cuddly little baby becomes a screaming, hissing demon that quite frankly, not even their mother could love. Seriously, my kids have the most evil tempers and I have no idea where these came from! *cough*
I recently realised, that, like grief and loss, Toddler Sleep also comes in stages. I’d now like to go through these.
I’d like to preface this story with a short disclaimer. Yes, it’s another Schmemilie story. I do have 2 children, I really do. It’s just that Tilly is just so, well, complacent. To the point of ordinary and boring. She’s so sweet and cuddly, and whilst something of a drama queen, she’s really just a textbook toddler. She has no evil inclinations, and is happy with cuddles, food and toys. There would be no stories if I had 2 Tillys. I could bore you all to tears with how adorable she is when she Hi-5’s you, or how she chats constantly and it’s just so cute to hear – but most who read this blog would probably go to sleep. She is just a dream. Tilly loves to explore, and always stays where she can be seen, mainly because she loves to be seen and show you things. Continue reading The one where one escapes and everyone panics…
Ever tried to get a toddler to eat? No, really. You need some serious patience, a lot of time and realistically, no one has time for it. It doesn’t matter what principles or weaning methods you use, but the time your child is 18 months old, you’re better off throwing the food on the floor and walls yourself and saving time. Continue reading The one where I start talking about lasagne… amongst other things.