Chalk and Cheese

Chalk and Cheese

Our two youngest are very close in age, at only 16 months apart they have very similar facial features but they could not be more different personality wise.  I love seeing their differences as it reminds me how unique we all are.  They have been parented the exact same way, but their outlook on the world is very different.

Judah was your normal baby/toddler until he became about 18 months old.  It has become increasingly more apparent as time goes on that this child is extremely self aware.  He is cautious, maintains a keen observation of danger and likes to be in charge of what is happening to him.  As a baby we could push him on the swings and he would love it, send him down the slides at the park and he’d gleefully giggle, but at about 18 months old he decided that this was no longer a place of fun, but a source of potential danger at every turn haha.

He loves going to the park still, but he will wander around the outskirts, enjoying walking up and down steps and exploring the grassy areas, playing in sand pits, but he won’t go on a swing, or go down a slide.  He will walk to the top of the slide and then, walk back down again.  We don’t push him, we don’t call him a wimp.  We try and encourage him, the usual ‘yay Judah, are you coming down? Mummy will catch you.’ when he’s stood at the top of a slide but usually he replies no and toddles back down from whence he came.

Eden could not be more different.  She will clamber on everything.  Too tall for her, not a problem, she will maneuver a way to make it work, even if she hangs and lifts her body up.  She is surprisingly strong for one so small.  If she sees a giant slide, that is big for a child of Isis age (9) she will still walk her way to the top and slide down it.  She doesn’t need any encouragement, any help (of course we will be following closely ready to catch at any point that she may stumble) she will go down sat on her bottom, head first on her front, led down feet first.  She is our little adventurer and nothing will stop her.  She will go in the swing and chuckle loudly as Daddy pushes her so high that I’m telling him to stop.  She’s so fearless it wouldn’t surprise me if she tried to climb out whilst it’s swinging so I like to make sure she’s at a safe distance where we could catch her if she does do this.  (I’m not being extreme here, this is 100% likely with Eden).

I love watching their differences and on Bank Holiday Monday when we met up with friends I took lots of photos of them playing on the park.  Judah won’t get in the swing but he’ll push Eden when she’s on the swing.  These pictures make my heart melt.  I love you our beautiful babies.  Don’t ever feel pressured to be anything other than who you are… who you are is just perfect xxx

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{Love Letters to our Little Ones} – Happy 18 Months Eden (our first vlogging experience)

{Love Letters to our Little Ones} – Happy 18 Months Eden (our first vlogging experience)

Oh my goodness, so today I managed to finally upload and post our first vlog onto YouTube.  I talked about the possibility of vlogging on my #littleloves post last week, and today I was finally able to make it a reality.  I was really meaning that we would make more little musical videos of our children having fun, but the encouragement of everyone saying it was so brave to consider going in front of the camera really challenged me.

I hate being in front of the camera, I can see the vast weight that I’ve put on since having our last baby girl and my body having completely given up the capacity for any exercise other than walking *sighs*.  I can hear my Northern accent that my Southern husband often ridicules.  I have been watching a lot of Vlogs recently, and seeing Lucy at Dear Beautiful embrace her fear of getting in front of the camera to document her third pregnancy really struck a chord with me.  I desperately want our children to have memories of us, I want them to be able to look back and see how much they were loved, wanted, adored and treasured.  I want them to hear about the little things that they would do at each milestone and how we responded to it.  I want them to have a record of the most beautiful childhood we strive to give them.

I’ve been watching a lot of Charlotte over at Write Like No-One’s Watching and her YouTube channel, which is really good by the way, you should click here to check her out.   Charlotte has encouraged me by her obvious love of make-up and having a beautiful face all done for the camera, to days where she vlogs with no make-up on at all.  She doesn’t vlog for anyone’s approval, it’s because she wants to, and she obviously doesn’t care about what people think of her (of course she’s beautiful with and without make-up), the days she’s made up is to make herself feel better, because she loves beauty.  Not for the camera.

So, with that in mind, we are going to start vlogging.  I’m not bothered if people who don’t understand blogging and vlogging think that I’m strange, because this is just another way to capture the here and now for our little ones.  So they can look back and enjoy.  If people want to join us on our journey that is amazing, but it’s definitely not about the statistics for me.

If you want to watch our first effort.  James and I have vlogged together ’18 Reasons we Love Eden at 18 Months’…

Happy 18 Months our beautiful girl, we love you so much, you may never fully understand but I hope this helps you to capture just a glimpse.
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The Boy who hated Bedtime

The Boy who hated Bedtime

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This is a story about a little boy who ever since he was old enough to be aware of the fact that there was such a thing as ‘bedtime’ has abhorred it.  When he was 13 months old the neighbours called the police on us to come and check the child for signs of abuse as he had screamed so much.  It was only for 10 minutes mind, but it was enough to warrant the call, even if I did think it was extreme and was completely horrified, especially as they only responded and searched our home 2 hours later when we were all in bed.  Yak!  Bad memories.

We have tried various different techniques with our little one and we had got to the stage where if he screamed for less than 10 minutes and then trotted himself back off to bed this was a succesful evening.  We had lowered our expectations a lot as you can see.  This year, if you follow my blog you may have seen that we’ve started a new routine, I decided that it was unfair on Daddy to be always doing the bedtime routine after he’d finished work.  I’d been justifying it by knowing that it was the time he got to see the babies but Judah’s bedtime was sometimes taking 2 hours because James was trying to avoid Judah’s screaming.

I decided to step up and take matters into my own hands.  I won’t bore with you talking about it all as it’s all on my previous blog post.  Tonight though dum dum DA!!  We read our stories, sang our songs, I prayed for him and teddy, and then he waved me out the room and said ‘see you in the morning.’  Wow, I couldn’t believe it.  I turned the light out, and expected him to do his usual jump out of his bed and come to the safety gate and scream in horror and disbelief that I had the audacity to put him to bed, even though this has been happening every night for well over a year…. I am still in shock that he just stayed there and cuddled his teddy bear.  The girls are here and were making a racket quickly tidying their room before I went up to read them a story, their room is above Judah’s (it’s a three storey house) and they were so noisy, but he still just settled into bed.

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he loves reading his stories back to me after I’ve read them

We were just getting to the point of debating moving Eden into his bedroom, as he seemed to be scared of the dark, having nightmares (he has a vivid imagination and loves watching programmes about monsters and dragons), and I was feeling guilty that the girls were sharing a room and Judah was sad EVERY night because he hated his bedroom so much.  Thank goodness he has now broken that pattern.  Even if tonight’s experience NEVER happens again I will always treasure the evening that he waved me off and said ‘see you in the morning’.

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Long may this continue, and the boy who hated bedtime may now be the boy who enjoys his sleep like all the rest of his family.  I hope and pray he will always rest peacefully and have lovely dreams.