Sasha: Won’t let ANYONE lift her into this seat, or buckle her in – ‘Miss Independent’ this one… Freddie: Always such a happy chappy, can’t believe he’s nearly 3 now!
Over the last year or so, I have dabbled with some Montessori-inspired activities with both Freddie and Sasha. I like the way this method encourages self-learning and motivation to learn new skills. In turn, this builds confidence- something that I think Freddie in particular benefits from. Most of the activities we have tried so far have been relatively basic, and encourage the development of their
This year, whilst I’m not a fan of making lots of easily-breakable resolutions (yes, Evans, i’m talking to you), one thing I did want to be this year was more positive in general. Now, i’m mostly a pretty perky, glass-half-full type, but the daily grind of being at home with small children can make you forget the good stuff. I think that in the winter
Whilst Freddie is at preschool, I often have to crack on with a few jobs, including washing up. Sasha is too small to really help with this, but is at the stage now when she wants to do what Mummy is doing, and I am definitely NOT going to discourage wanting to help with the dishes! So, I lay a large towel out on the
The other morning, whilst we were still in Pyjamas, the littles asked to get the good old Play-Doh out. Now, when we do this, I also get out an assortment of rolling pins, cutters, rubber stamps for them to use with the Doh, but this time I thought that I would add some old magnetic letters, largely for Freddie’s benefit (Sasha is still too small
Today we made Rainbow Finger-Paint Trees, inspired by a favourite book of Freddie’s, and now Sasha’s, called ‘I am a Zebra’, about a zebra who lives in a “forest of beautiful rainbow trees”. This was a great bit of respite this morning, as we were indoors due to the rubbish weather AGAIN (hello, long British winter!) and it was something that both Freddie and Sasha could have a
Bet you never thought about using bread for this activity huh? No, me neither, but desperate times called for desperate measures yesterday, when Fred reached the height of tinker behaviour, and I was racking my brains for something to keep him occupied (and away from wrestling with his sister). Now, I tend to toast stale bread, then freeze it for soup croutons or breadcrumbs (although