Monthly Archives: September 2013

TV

So the above photo makes two things very apparent – 1) Logan can rock a mullet but definitely needs a hair cut (2) TV is his new best friend.

I spent ages procrastinating getting our tv antenna looked at which meant we didn't watch a lot of tv and he'd only really get to watch kids shows at his grandparents. Once I got it fixed and we had the ABC (children's show tv channel in Australia) we were hooked. All the guidelines recommend no tv until he's two and we were doing reasonably well but now we're terrible at it. I hate admitting this, especially in the blog world were everyone is perfect but our tv is on a lot during the day. Sometimes it's ok and we'll play outside or do drawing etc… But more often than not he wants to sit and watch it. Halfway through he will start to play with other stuff but hello tantrum city if I should try and turn it off. I guess I can't blame him, it is 100% my fault and boy is the Mum guilt kicking in.

We're now trying to reduce the amount he watches but (hello bad parenting award) I will never get rid of it entirely, nor will it ever go down to him only watching 1 hour a day. Kudos to the parents who can do this but I sort of feel like highfiving other parents like me so that I know I'm not alone. It's just another one of those things in the long list of parenting competition I guess. But it's getting to me, so I'm trying to find new activities to do (especially with the crappy weather we've been having!) with him. It doesn't help that he has a socially anxious mother who hates going anywhere by herself – I don't know what I'm going to do with myself when I have a second child!

So even though play dough has fallen out of favour more drawing and building and pretend play is definitely on the cards. Along with play dates and trips to the park. But if anyone else has any other suggestions please let me know!

 

On a non related side note the new rule in our house is no dummy except for sleep time and two days in we seem to be doing well!

 

Travelling Toddler Tips

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I read a blog before heading over to Denmark that said avoid travelling with toddlers Logan’s age. Queue automatic freak-out and asking Andreas if we were crazy. Turns out we weren’t, I’m sure there are kids out there who are terrors to fly with but I wish people would throw out such a broad blanket statement, it really freaks out first time parents who have enough to stress about.

This was Logan’s second long haul flight in less than two years (and probably his last until we’ve bought a house!) so we sort of knew what to expect. I say sort of because when we went to Toronto he could use the basinet and was on the boob. And, as we all know, months cause lots of changes to our bouncing bundles of joy haha.

So on with the tips (on a side note these apply to toddlers under two who don’t have their own seat):

  • Book those basinet seats, sure if you’re kid is over the length/weight limits you won’t get it but the extra room is important!
  • Really think about what you’re packing as carry on. I’ve found you can get away with having lots more bags etc once they know you’re travelling with a baby/toddler but that doesn’t mean you should go nuts. The more bags you have the more difficult the child wrangling becomes.
  • Bring changes of clothes for everyone – this is definitely a just in case but Logan needed a change of clothes because sometimes it was too hot at the stop over airport or too stuffy on the plane. Make sure it’s not too bulky.
  • Don’t overdress your kid. The plane isn’t usually freezing (if it is ask the flight staff to do something about it) so I would suggest layering. If you are on a long haul flight chances are you’ll have a toddler/baby asleep on you which means shared warmth and can lead to a sweaty little monkey.
  • Another thing in regards to clothes, make sure you’re not wearing something with a tonne of buttons etc… You will be having a child trying to sleep on you after all!
  • Double check to see if you need to bring milk (this is why I missed the boob, damn bottles!). With Emirates we didn’t need to but it was a pain needing to pack bottles into our carry on. If you’re kid drinks out of a cup hurrah! I packed them into a zip-lock bag and bought extra so that I didn’t have to worry about washing them out on board.
  • Half the toys you bring won’t be used! Also don’t bring a puzzle unless it has big pieces you can’t lose. We wrapped our toys up but he really didn’t care.
  • iPads etc… Are your best friend, unless of course you hate them! If you can’t afford one you can use the entertainment system on board. We loaded a small iPhone up with Peppa Pig and it was a life saver.
  • Bring all the naughty food you never let them have. It’s a great distraction, our winner was the chuppa chup.
  • Aim for two backpacks and a small purse for yourself and if you are in the bulkheads remember it all has to go in the overhead. As soon as I got on I would take out a few snacks etc and shove them in that magazine compartment.
  • Write a list with what’s in each bag. I did this on the way back and it was fantastic. I took it out as soon as we got on board. On the way there I was always forgetting where things were and we’d be stuck pouring through bags at the most annoying times.
  • Ask the flight attendants for anything and everything. With Emirates we got milk for our bottles, fruit, a toy & rug and a jar of baby food (the purée kind but Logan ate it all).

That’s all but if you have any other questions please ask away

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So Bublé

A little secret, I used to hate this guy, now…now I love him and may have an even bigger crush after reading this article! Thank you to a celebrity for finally revealing that it isn't always love at first sight when it comes to meeting your baby. Check out this People article for all the details – yes I am sad and read about celebrity babies but at least I've cut way back with my Kardashian interest!

 

Grateful

So Gr8 Week seems to have fallen off the bandwagon along with my regular blogging capabilities. But that doesn't mean I'm not grateful and with this past weekend I'm even more so.

I'm going to talk politics so run for the hills if you like otherwise continue forth my wary reader 😉

I used to vote Liberal all the time believing voting for someone other than the two big parties was silly. The reason I voted Liberal, I liked John Howard and also liberal was best (still is apparently) for my parents who were supporting me at the time. Also their policies would occasionally suit me or at least not disadvantage me. But for some reason this election was different and I think it's because I was more aware and well read. It was obvious that most blogs etc… were not pro-liberal and even more anti-Abbott. I ignored that as I'd always been told you're voting for the party not the leader – to some extent yes but I got this sick feeling in my stomach thinking that the party would put forward this man as their leader. Needless to say I didn't vote liberal this year (Greens in case you were wondering).

But you know what, even though I'm upset about the choice of PM (especially his very conservative views) I'm over people asking why/how it happened. We're all individuals and therefore we all have our own opinions and vote accordingly. The majority of Australians voted Liberal and even if you don't agree with it don't slag people off for doing so. I wanted to quit Facebook Saturday night!

With this whole discussion going on it just makes me extremely happy that we live in a country were I can write the above and people can argue and disagree. There may be some shitty shitty aspects about Australia but having the right to voice our opinions without fear is a pretty awesome thing.

I'm also grateful that this election I finally voted with my heart. That is the biggest thing I will take from this and something I plan on teaching Logan as well. Research, research, research and go with what you believe in.

Grateful

So Gr8 Week seems to have fallen off the bandwagon along with my regular blogging capabilities. But that doesn't mean I'm not grateful and with this past weekend I'm even more so.

I'm going to talk politics so run for the hills if you like otherwise continue forth my wary reader 😉

I used to vote Liberal all the time believing voting for someone other than the two big parties was silly. The reason I voted Liberal, I liked John Howard and also liberal was best (still is apparently) for my parents who were supporting me at the time. Also their policies would occasionally suit me or at least not disadvantage me. But for some reason this election was different and I think it's because I was more aware and well read. It was obvious that most blogs etc… were not pro-liberal and even more anti-Abbott. I ignored that as I'd always been told you're voting for the party not the leader – to some extent yes but I got this sick feeling in my stomach thinking that the party would put forward this man as their leader. Needless to say I didn't vote liberal this year (Greens in case you were wondering).

But you know what, even though I'm upset about the choice of PM (especially his very conservative views) I'm over people asking why/how it happened. We're all individuals and therefore we all have our own opinions and vote accordingly. The majority of Australians voted Liberal and even if you don't agree with it don't slag people off for doing so. I wanted to quit Facebook Saturday night!

With this whole discussion going on it just makes me extremely happy that we live in a country were I can write the above and people can argue and disagree. There may be some shitty shitty aspects about Australia but having the right to voice our opinions without fear is a pretty awesome thing.

I'm also grateful that this election I finally voted with my heart. That is the biggest thing I will take from this and something I plan on teaching Logan as well. Research, research, research and go with what you believe in.

Roots

I’ve been AWOL for good reason (if you’ve been following me on instagram you’ll know why)…we finally made the trek to Denmark (the country not the town down south for those West Aussies who read this blog). Initially I wasn’t very keen on the holiday and was more doing it for Andreas than for anything else but that all changed when we got there. Sure, my biggest fear was realised (they hardly spoke English whenever we had family gatherings) but it really wasn’t that bad and no, I didn’t learn any extra Danish whilst I was over there.

Many people seem surprised that Australians are willing to travel so far for a holiday but to me it isn’t such a big deal. What shocks me more is that I have still hardly explored my own backyard! So before I go off on another tangent below are some of the highlights from the trip and some photos too.

  • Enjoying yummy ice-cream – Logan had his first proper ice-cream over there which is bizarre! They have this yummy stuff called guf which is like marshmallow. The Danes would even put cream and jam on top of ice-cream, very strange to me.
  • Spending time getting to know Andreas’ family, we met pretty much everyone bar a cousin, baby, Uncle and two wives. It was pretty crazy given how big Andreas’ family is but it was also beautiful to see how much his family gets on with each other and how open and welcoming they were.
  • Berries – oh my god at the summer house there was a HUGE blueberry bush. I think I ate half a kilo of berries every day when we moved to Copenhagen.
  • Andreas being in control, it was funny taking a back seat and I found myself talking a lot less because Andreas could speak the language. It was a bit odd but was also nice not having to take charge all the time.
  • Logan’s vocabulary exploded over there, sadly no Danish words but he does say tak (thank you) bar (far – dad), bar bar (far far – grandad). In terms of his English words he now says – up, pwease, dudsey (dummy), daddy, mummy, cold, oh no!, ouch, in dere. He can also mimick a monkey, lion and elephant.

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Our little boy is definitely growing up. He was (for the most part) fantastic on the holiday but did revert to using his dummy non-stop and we turned into “those” parents giving him Peppa Pig on the i-phone any chance we got (it was the only way to keep him in the pram!). We’re trying to ween him off both at the moment and hopefully when the jet-lag passes we’ll be back to normal. But something tells me we’re heading into the terrible twos zone so wish us luck!

I’ll be back with a post involving some tips for long-haul flights with an almost two-year old and other holiday tips as well. On the flip side if anyone has any suggestions on how to get Logan to eat anything other than bread or sweet things please let me know!