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The Tooth Fairy

Young Princess has wanted a wiggly tooth ever since we spend a week camping with her cousins a few years ago and she witnessed her then-6 year old cousin wiggle her tooth. I tried to convince her that teeth came out when they were ready, and to please not try too hard to wiggle teeth prematurely.

Fast forward to before Christmas last year, when Princess started to complain of a sore tooth. Now, alarm bells ring when teeth are sore, so I tried to get her in to see the dentist. But, the next day the pain was gone and the tooth was clearly wiggly.

So, I made sure I had a shiny $2 coin in my wallet (you know, for the Tooth Fairy) and I waited. And waited. Weeks, quite literally weeks passed with nothing changing. Princess would show everyone she could, and take every opportunity she could, to tell everyone and anyone that she had a wiggly tooth. Often she would simply point to her mouth and say, “look”, which was met by a polite “oh, wow!” followed by a blank stare at me. “Her tooth is wiggly” I would whisper to them. And then roll my eyes like any good parent would.

The $2 coin was spent, incidentally, a couple of times over those long wiggly teeth weeks.

One evening, I asked to see this wiggly tooth and check on it’s progress. And, low and behold, right behind the wiggly tooth, was the tip of the adult tooth. Oh, crap. What did that even mean??????? See, there are things that happen in parenthood that seem natural and you just know what to do. And then there are times like this. Thank heavens for Dr Google and Dr Social Networking.

We decided the front tooth should probably come out, and we tried to wiggle it but (a) that sucker wasn’t budging and (b) plot twist: wiggling teeth makes Mummy feel squeamish. So we left it, and said if it wasn’t out by the end of the week, we would take her to the dentist.

A couple more nights passed and Princess went to bed as per usual (read: in and out for every reason for a solid hour after bedtime. As only a 5 year old can). Mr T and I were getting ready to go to bed at about 11pm when she emerged in the kitchen and declared, “the tooth came out”. Sure enough, there in her mouth, was a big gaping gap. She said she had sat up to have a drink and the tooth came out. Into her drink bottle, thank goodness. She was just so proud, and, I won’t lie, I got a little teary! My big girl had lost her first tooth 🙂

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Now, here’s the thing. How can a Tooth Fairy deliver a cash payment in exchange for a tooth placed beside the bed (or, under the pillow!) when (a) Mum and Dad were on their way to bed, (b) Princess wouldn’t be in a deep enough sleep for another hour at least, and (c) Mum had foolishly spent the Tooth Fairy’s money just that afternoon on car parking.

So, we informed Princess that the Tooth Fairy had a cut off time. If the tooth isn’t out by bedtime, you have to wait another night. The Tooth Fairy is just too busy for that.

The next night (after a day long of looking at her tooth, inspecting her tooth, making You Tube videos about her tooth, showing everyone her tooth …) the tooth was placed delicately into an egg cup beside her bed. And in the morning, what do you know! Actually, it wasn’t the morning so much as it was 3am, but still …. a teeny weeny little envelope was there in place of the tooth. And in that envelope, a little note from the Tooth Fairy, and a crisp, folded $5 note. Because it was the first tooth, it warranted a decent payout. Said the Tooth Fairy.

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My mother commented that $5 was a high benchmark and to remember there are 20-odd teeth to come out. To which Mr T replied, I only had four teeth out, what kind of weirdo children did you have? To which I replied, you egg, of course you lost more than four teeth!

And so, here we are. As of today, Princess informed me she has four wiggly teeth now. Four. Lucky this tooth fairy has a supply of 50c coins, ready to go.

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Welcome to Motherhood

It was a lovely, sunny morning in the last week before the end of the school holidays, and I had a few errands to run so I decided to bite the bullet and leave the house with all three kids. I had BoyChild sitting nicely on the steps, fully dressed and with his sandals on, quietly playing with a toy train while he waited. I had BabyGirl, also fully dressed and with her sandals on (that’s right, no gumboot fight today, thank goodness!), also playing patiently at the bottom of the stairs. Princess was dressed and had finally put her own shoes on. We were good to go.

So, naturally, something had to give.

“Mum? My head is really, really itchy?”.

Oh, blow-it-down-the-loo. Shut the front door.

One look (just one measly glance) was all it took for me to see the Princess’s head was littered (I shudder even as I type this) with nits. Headlice. Ugh.

I mean, I knew it was bound to happen eventually in our household. Princess is determined to grow her hair as long as Rapunzel, and those nitty little blighters love long hair. During school time, I am normally strict about her wearing her hair up to minimise the chances of her catching it, but its the school holidays for goodness sake! We haven’t even been around that many kids!

Sighing, I told the little kids to come back inside, that we weren’t going anywhere until we sorted out the “situation”. Princess immediately burst into tears and ran to her room, me shouting after her, “PLEASE DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING!”. I know, caring mother right here.

When she had calmed down (and the littles had been suitably distracted back inside the house – ice blocks!), I had a proper look in her hair. I don’t know what I expected them to look like, but I was horrified at how bug-like they are! I know, they are bugs, but still. Gross.

I had some treatment in my bathroom, left over from looking after my niece a few years ago, so I treated Princess and myself.

Oh, you know – I bet you are itching your head something chronic right now? I’m right, aren’t I? Don’t worry, I am too. Ugh.

But I digress. After I treated Princess and I according to the very chemical-smelling bottle I had in my bathroom, I warm-washed every piece of bedding, linen and clothing she had come into contact with, soaked the hairbrushes, and started combing her hair. There were MILLIONS of them. Millions. No exaggeration. Ok, maybe slight exaggeration. But still. There were heaps.

I also combed my hair, just to be sure. And then washed my hair. And dried it with the hairdryer. And then brushed the heck out of it. And then straightened it. And then combed it again. I was one step away from shaving it al off, Brittney styles when my friend kindly pointed out that it was probably a bit in my imagination that my own head was infested, considering I had only found one in my hair throughout that entire process.

I told my mother. And she said, “welcome to motherhood”. Yes, mother. Welcome indeed. I truly have arrived.

The next day I combed Princess again and found more live nits, leading me to the conclusion that perhaps my old treatment bottle was a touch expired and possibly not terribly effective. Quick trip to the chemist (and $30 later) and we had a more natural treatment to try. Hello, Mr Nits. Lovely to meet you.

I once again treated Princess and myself, and combed some more. And, by jingos, I think we’ve done it. Day Three and Princess appears to be nit free. I’ll continue to comb and brush her hair and of course will retreat in a week.

And my hair? Well, it’s never looked so amazing. Probably because, today alone, I’ve washed it, dried it, straightened it, combed it, brushed it, straightened it, dried it, washed it, combed it and brushed it.

Welcome to motherhood indeed. Those nitty blighters don’t stand a chance in this house.

Disgusting. I have to go and comb my hair again. Lucky Mr T with his no hair.

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Odd Socks.

Today came the day I dread – the time when I can no longer ignore the ever-increasing pile of odd socks in my bedroom.

Now, I don’t always store them in my bedroom. Sometimes they live in the laundry. Other times they live in the corner of the living room. It’s as though moving the pile is equal to sorting it. It’s not, by the way.

How do odd socks even happen? I mean, I understand the theory. They are socks, so not huge items of clothing. So one would expect, oh, I don’t know – two or three to be odd and without a pair. But please. This many?

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I mean, honestly. If I were a more-prone-to-paranoia person, I might suspect that someone is coming into my house and deliberately removing just-one-sock from each pair. That sure would be an awesome prank to play on someone. P.S. please don’t ever do that to me.

Ironically, when Princess had an “odd sock” day last year at school, I couldn’t for the life of me find an odd pair.

I’ve tried a few different approaches to minimising the odd sock debacle.

I’ve deliberately purchased packs of identical socks. This certainly reduces the odd socks, though not by much.

I’ve even gone out and purchased new socks for the kids, vowing that this time I will ensure that they are washed and dried together and will not, ever, end up in the odd sock pile.

They always do.

And then you have the packs of socks that come together. The “cousins”, if you will. They are similar enough though clearly not pairs. I fail to grasp how I can end up with three socks from the same family, every single one having lost it’s partner. How ….?????

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Or, the same coloured socks. Again, similar enough to trick the eye into thinking they are a pair, but different enough that it is blatantly obvious when in public that your socks don’t match.

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I give you, the purple ombre effect. None of these match.

Mr T wears workboots to work and therefore has matching thick, woolen socks.

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I asked him once while sorting the socks, just how fussy he was when it came to pairing.

“Doesn’t matter” he said. “Pair them however you like” he said.

And then had to gall to grumble after work the next day about mis-matched socks. Granted I’d paired a blue woolen sock with a black ankle sock. My bad. Sorry ’bout that, husband.

And so you have it, my odd sock pile of today.

And, the lovely few who found their pair. Yay them, I say. I won’t lie – when I create a match, I applaud a little. I have been known to talk to the socks while sorting as well. A bit like a Blind Date presenter. True story.

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Naw, look how lovely they look.

Why don’t I just get rid of all these mismatched socks, I hear you ask? I’ve considered it, believe me. I liken it to hanging up the phone mid-phone call, I think – when you hang up, what if the very next thing said, fixed the conversation? What if, in this case, the instant I throw out these socks, I discover their pairs, therefore re-starting the never ending cycle of odd socks??

And that is that. New pairs safely back in their respective drawers. And 103 odd socks, 3 odd mittens and 1 odd bootie, back in the box. Ready for another day. Far, far away.

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12 Questions About Life – Princess, Take Four. BoyChild, Take One.

It’s been a while since I did the “12 questions” bit, so I thought I would do it again today. There have been some changes to Princesses answers since she last did it (9 months ago). And there more depth to some of her answers, reflecting the fact that she is, much to my dismay, g.r.o.w.i.n.g u.p.

*cries*

It is also the first time BoyChild has shown an interest in answering the questions. He is in the wonderful phase of copying everything (read: EVERYTHING) his sister does. In some circumstances (like this one), awesome. Sometimes, not so awesome. But, I have to say, some of his answers in this, I freakin love.

And so here you have it (I have linked to previous posts if you want to read back on other answers, and I also have Princess’s last answers in brackets)

12 Questions About Life – by Princess. 5 years, 5 months.

1. What is the meaning of life? Astronauts

(I don’t know)

2. What do you want to be when you grow up? Doctor or Teacher

(A Princess)

3. What makes you most happy? Mummy

(Tickling)

4. When do you feel most loved? With Daddy

(Love hearts)

5. What are you afraid of? The Dark

(Dragons)

6. If you had one wish, what would you wish for? Another American Girl Doll. If you wish on a star it really does come true.

(For an Elsa book)

7. What is the funniest word? Lila

(Bleurgh)

8. What is the easiest thing to do? Put the DVD into the DVD player

(Play in the sandpit)

9. What is the hardest thing to do? Paint my nails

(Writing my full name)

10. What makes you mad? Stomping

(When I stomp my feet STOMP STOMP)

11. What is the meaning of love? Stars. It truly is.

(True Love)

12. If you had all the money in the world, what would you do with it? Buy an Elsa Doll.

(Buy an Elsa dress)

12 Questions About Life – BoyChild. 3 years, 11 months. 

1. What is the meaning of life? Elevators

2. What do you want to be when you grow up? Cool kid

3. What makes you most happy? People

4. When do you feel most loved? Stars

5. What are you afraid of? No

6. If you had one wish, what would you wish for? No thanks

7. What is the funniest word? Funny

8. What is the easiest thing to do? Open doors

9. What is the hardest thing to do? Going backwards

10. What makes you mad? Doing poos

11. What is the meaning of love? Cool

12. If you had all the money in the world, what would you do with it? Buy lemonade

 

https://havekidstheysaid.com/2014/03/25/12-questions-about-life-princess-take-three/

https://havekidstheysaid.com/2014/03/25/12-questions-about-life-princess-take-two/

https://havekidstheysaid.com/2014/03/25/12-questions-about-life-princess-take-one/

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Why Taylor Swift is no role model for my daughters

Princess is 5-and-a-half and is suddenly “into” pop culture. Gone are the Barbie movies and You Tube videos about baking cupcakes. Welcome to the world of One Direction, Katy Perry, Taylor Swift. I shouldn’t be surprised, I was probably more or less the same age when I became infatuated with the likes of Boyzone, The BackStreet Boys, Westlife (you know, back when boy bands were real boy bands!). I’m just not ready to listen to my 5 year old and her friends singing loudly, “It’s all about the BASS ’bout the BASS no TROUBLE”

I wouldn’t ever have pegged myself as someone to veto music that my children like, and (for now) I’m not going to. However, there are some things that I don’t like about some pop stars. Perhaps it’s my feminist mother coming through, I’m not sure.

Here’s the thing about Taylor Swift.

She is, what, 25? And she is very well known for writing her own songs, and for dating a lot of guys. Now, once again, I’m not against that per say. I’m not afraid to admit to my children that, since I was 16, the longest I’ve been single is about three months. I’m ok with that, because I have never felt like I needed a boyfriend.

The thing that irks me about Taylor Swift, is the way she regards her boyfriends. Mostly, after they have broken up. One of her first songs to gain public attention was about a boy she had a crush on (she was 15-ish). The song is about this guy (who she names in the song) and his girlfriend. And how *she* would like to be his girlfriend. But she can’t be. Because he has one who he, it seems, is perfectly happy with.

I will never encourage my children (daughters and sons) to pursue someone who is currently in a relationship. You should never be the reason a couple break up. EVER. Yes, couples have problems. But I will tell my kids until I am blue in the face, steer well clear until the relationship is over. I mean, how did this guy’s girlfriend feel, when a song was written about how she shouldn’t be with her boyfriend?

Sigh.

And then Taylor Swift went on to publicly date star after star after star. Which is fine, she is young. But I do not like her need to sing about these men once the relationships turn sour. Because that is another major lesson I would absolutely love to push on to my children – do not be bitter when a relationship ends. Even if it ends in a messy heap of heartbreak, count your losses, cry about it and walk away with your head held high. For me, singing about things that went wrong in a relationship equates to spreading malicious rumours about them after the break up. Something that we discourage our kids from doing.

Now, I understand that she is a country singer first and foremost, and signing about their life woes is what country singers do, but considering her main fan base is pre-teen – teenage girls, I really hope she realises just how influential she is.

I have to say, at this point, that I do really like her song ‘Shake It Off’. I like that she clearly has no issue making fun of herself, and I give her full credit for her song writing abilities. But then I heard Blank Space.

Cause we’re young and we’re reckless
We’ll take this way too far
It’ll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
But I got a blank space baby
And I’ll write your name

I don’t know about you, but this isn’t quite the role model I want my daughters looking up to.

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What’s in a name?

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My good friend is pregnant (yay!) and I asked her the other day, had they thought of any names? She sighed and said, “do you have any idea how hard it is to name a person? You are naming them forever!”.

Oh, I know it alright.

The New Zealand Department of Births, Deaths and Marriages has just this week released it’s annual list of Baby Names – the Top 100 names in NZ in 2014. I really love reading these lists, even though there are no (read: NO) more babies coming along in this family. It’s fun to see how some names climb, others fall off completely, and how the influences of pop culture and social media reflect on the name choices.

I also secretly love reading the comments on articles about baby names. People generally sit in one of two categories – there are the people who desperately don’t want their children’s names to appear in the Top 10, and there are those who do. Oh wait, there is a third category – those who don’t care either way. I fall into that category, for what it’s worth.

We didn’t consider the baby names list when naming our three, and, coincidentally, both Princess and BoyChild’s names were 25th on their respective lists. BabyGirl’s name wasn’t on the list at all, which was no surprise since we tailored the spelling from a name we liked the sound of.

You WHAT????? You made up your child’s name?????

Yes, we did. And we love it. But more on that later.

Before I had kids, I always had ideas about what I would name my future offspring. There are a few things that come into the decision that you don’t factor until you are actually on the spot, naming the child.

#1 – you need to agree with the baby’s father. This is a biggie. Not only do you have to find a name that you like, you have to find a name that they like. I was devastated that Mr T wouldn’t even consider the name Oscar. Heartbroken. He said I only wanted to name a baby Oscar so I could hold the baby and say, “I’d like to thank the Academy …”. Okay, I did want to do that. But still, think how cute it would have been!

#2 – you need to consider how the name might effect them through their life. While a lot of people say that the names of today aren’t going to work as adult names (“You’ve never heard of a lawyer called Poppy” etc), I disagree. The Piper’s and Poppy’s and Harper’s of today aren’t such unusual names, so there will come a point when they are all 30-somethings and will be as “common” as Jack and Elizabeth. And probably more so than Mary or Prue.

#3 – You need to factor in spelling and pronunciation. Are they going to be spelling their name for the rest of their life? Are they going to have it said incorrectly for ever? Now, here’s a funny story. My name, though not uncommon, has a slightly different spelling than what most people expect. Mr T’s name is not a common name in NZ (though very common in the UK). I swore, nay vowed, that I wouldn’t give my kids names that they had to constantly spell. And we honoured this with Princess (although, people do still get it wrong sometimes). I hereby apologise to BoyChild and BabyGirl. They will be spelling their names for eternity. I’m very, very sorry about that, kids. On the plus side, Princess has her pick of personalised items in stores, her name is always there. She is, in fact, the only family member to be so lucky. Again, sorry kids.

#4 – Please, PLEASE, look at the initials of their names. Patricia Isabelle Gilbert is a lovely name. PIG is not. Bernard Unwin McGinty? BUM. And, consider the way it is said as well. We all know the urban myth of the man named Wayne Kerr. Or Jack Hunt. Don’t make your kid that person!

#5 – yell the name. 100 times in a row. How does it feel? Because once that child is two, you will be saying it a LOT.

When we were pregnant with Princess, we had a list of 5 names (the majority of which were unisex names). The name she ended up with was not on our top 5. And she wouldn’t suit any other name. Her name suits her to a T.

With BoyChild, it was 600,000,000% harder coming up with a name. We just couldn’t find one we liked. Boys names are perculiar – with girl’s names there are the classic, the unique, and the names-in-the-middle. With boys, there only seems to be really-common, classic and old fashioned (Jack, Edward) or really “you named your kid what?” . We named him (the name that was our “boy” name when having Princess), and then regretted the decision and looked into changing his name. But then, it kind of just “fitted” him. So he kept it. And, again, he has grown into it.

We didn’t find out what we were having with BabyGirl, but right from the start of the pregnancy we had her “girl” name picked. We heard it on TV and, like I said, tailored the spelling to fit us. We made it phonetic, so it is said exactly how it is written. People still constantly get it wrong, but we also get so many compliments about her name. It really is a beautiful name. And, funnily enough, we never did decide on a boys name for her. Lucky she was a girl!

And so, back to the Top 100 list. Popularity doesn’t necessarily mean that your child will have 4 other kids with the same name in their class. There were 133 other girls born in NZ in 2009 with Princess’s name, and I have only ever met two kids the same age as her with her name. However, there were 5 Mikayla’s in her kindy class (all spelled differently) – this name doesn’t even feature near the Top 10.

Names are a bit like witches hats, they rise in popularity and sink again, as people move towards or away from them. They rise in popularity until every second person seems to have that name, and then people stop using it. Obviously some people take the piss a little bit (I’m looking at you, Tallulah-does-the-hula-from-Hawaii’s parents), which is why we are lucky to live in a country who put some limitations on naming rights!

The way I figure, if you like the name, your other half likes the name, your kid will fit the name.

And so, to my dear friend, I say – go with what you like. Trust your instincts! And name your child, Elsa Katniss Rapunzel Fantastic Mrs T.

You are welcome.

http://www.dia.govt.nz/diawebsite.nsf/wpg_URL/Services-Births-Deaths-and-Marriages-Most-Popular-Male-and-Female-First-Names?OpenDocument

The full lists, if you are interested 🙂

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Taking care of yourself #miniblog

Just a #miniblog today – this image floated past me on Facebook and I couldn’t let it go by without reposting it.

I freakin love it.

So apt. What use are we to our kids if we are falling apart at the seams?

This time of year is balls. We are tired. We are over-Christmased. It’s the new year. We have no money. We are probably feeling overweight, overindulged and overtired.

So, all you parents out there – take time out for YOU.

You deserve it, and so do your kids.

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