Cambridge Mummy on … proud mummy moment

I’m just mid conversation with Liz Fraser on twitter, about being a proud mum. She’s got her son learning long multiplication and I’ve sat with E today, learning “we”, “like”, “go” and “you” which apparently, are tricky with phonics, so we’ve got to basically learn them rote. I think. It’s usually R who does this with him, every day, after school. But I’m on parenting duty for 90 mins whilst Lovely Bloke is out – at “gym club”. Or that’s what E calls it. I’m working tonight as I’ve not seen much of the boys in the last week. She says, writing away on her laptop. Ahem.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that Parent Power is alive and well, and how grateful I am to Lovely Bloke for sitting down with E every night after school, helping him learn his word pot words. God willing W will adapt to this in September – right now he’s laid on the sofa, fluffing and giggling. And he just did a burp!!! Both ends. He thinks he’s the bee’s knees. I do too :)

The Cambridge Mummy Blog on: succumbing to branding for my boys…

When I was pregnant with E, I gave a withering look to anyone who said that it was impossible to avoid branded clothes, toys and accessories. Why? Because my babies would be playing with wooden, educational, hand made, purposeful toys. They wouldn’t be bribed into getting dressed on difficult mornings with Buzz Lightyear underpants. No, that’s not my family…

 

Liz Weston the Cambridge Mummy with her toddler boys and Buzz Lightyear at Disneyland Paris

I actually kissed him, just like our boys did :)

Anyway, back to reality. Team Weston is now officially a Disney family. We’re wearing it, eating with it, watching it, playing with it and will shortly be using it to launch toilet training for W with a Lightning McQueen potty. And we’ve now had our family holiday with Disney. And it wasn’t cheap. Three nights in a three star hotel for £1,574. I don’t think Lovely Bloke and I have ever spent that much on a three night break hotels, so it was a big spend for us – and all down to Lovely Bloke, who insisted it was a good idea. I’ll write properly about it in future blogs.

I’m just going to put it out there. The experience our boys have had this week has been the most animated, excited, engaged, enthusiastic and basically the happiest I can see them looking for, well, I don’t know since when. And whether that’s a good thing or not, I don’t know. I just know that we’re all playing with Mr Potato head, in the nude, with Cars on in the background and we’re all happy.

Are you a wooden toys or Buzz Lightyear underpants family?

 

The Cambridge Mummy blog on: Money

Money and relationships are a cause of ishoos, as experienced by Cambridge Mummy and reported now, over at the Cambridge Mummy blog

Image courtesy of http://schoolloans.org/blog/

I don’t get it. Money. I don’t get how quickly we can spend it or why it’s so hard to earn it.

I do understand how money can cause problems in a relationship though. With my ex, “he who must not be spoken about” or Voldemort, money was a big issue. I paid for more of our bills because I earned more than him. Or so I thought. I also paid for the deposit on the car which he somehow kept when I left him. And we had lists of who bought what – milk, bread – a take away, because it had to be divided down the middle. You’ll be pleased to hear that on discovering that he in fact, earned more than me all along, I sat on it and “resolved it” when I moved out of the house we shared.

Life couldn’t be more different with Lovely Bloke. We’re at what I feel now, to be the best place for all of us – me, him and our boys. The child benefit goes into a savings account for the two of them, and we use it for important things, like swimming lessons or new shoes if we don’t have much money in the bank that month. But mostly, it gets saved and we’re really proud of that. And we’ve got our money for the bills squirreled away in a separate savings account and everything runs on a direct debit. And the money we live on each month transfers in on the 1st of the month.

Lovely Bloke is in charge of food, petrol and everything, from that pot. And I don’t really have occasion to spend money, as I’m working full time and on the weekend, I’m with him, so he pays for things. I earn it, he spends it. We all share it together. I hated it when I was on maternity leave and we were using my maternity money to save for nursery fees. I wanted to know that I was contributing. I didn’t get that I was contributing by being the stay at home parent. I do now, that I’m the breadwinner….

What I’m trying to say is that if you can, make your money something that you make work for the two of you. So that you aren’t left in a position where you
can’t go to a night out because you’ve not got any of your “allowance” left, or your husband says there’s no money for you to go and see your friends if you want to. That’s not right. And will only lead to you getting very resentful in the long term. Trust me, I’ve been there…

How does money work in your house? Do you divide it up? How?

PS. Yes I know, this is my third blog this weekend. I don’t know where the urge is coming from, but I’m going to roll with it. Thank you for persevering with me!!

The Cambridge Mummy blog: Baby names…..

It's not easy to choose baby names

Image courtesy of http://humanfertility.net/picking-baby-names/

Am not sure why, but how you choose your baby’s name is on my mind this afternoon…

With our first baby, we didn’t know if it was a girl or a boy, so we had boy names and girl names on a shortlist. When a son arrived, we were so grateful that it had all worked out in the end (there’d been a rush towards the end of the process and an emergency c section…) that the name didn’t feel like such a big issue. Nonetheless, we had to pick between Elliott and Max. We went with the former as the relatives were bounding down the corridor desperate to meet him.

With our second child, we knew we were having a boy, but there was still the shortlisting to do. But the problem was that we didn’t have hours of sitting around debating names. And Lovely Bloke felt that we couldn’t use any of the names from our other shortlist because that would be wrong, it was not giving our second child his own name, but more one that was a left over from the first time around. So we were debating William or Oliver. And in the end, after he arrived, I wanted Oliver and Lovely Bloke wanted William, so that’s what he was called, as I’d had two blood transfusions (I’m not great at the whole giving birth thing) and felt too weak to argue that much…

The things that drove our choices were:

1. We wanted something that other people weren’t picking. [That worked for E but not for W, bless him]
2. We wanted a name that wasn’t a family name, we wanted our boys to be their own people, without the burden of someone else’s history. [That worked for E, but not W, bless him. Although I only found out after we'd told everyone his name, when my mother in law helpfully announced it....]
3. We wanted a family name for a middle name. [Thankfully, we managed that one on both occasions...]
4. We didn’t want something that would sound too kooky. [I think we just about managed that as well. Time will tell I suppose]

What confuses me, is how parents pick baby names that they say up front, are after a pop star, famous person, or someone in the public eye? Aren’t most people in the public eye there for a fleeting moment of time, so why pick that name? And usually, it’s not their really name, it’s something designed to get attention, a stage name, instead of their real name.

What also confuses me , is how parents to be choose a baby’s name before they arrive. Lots of people do it, but to me, it seemed alien because I wanted to see my babies to check if the name would “fit” them…

Different strokes for different folks I suppose. How did you choose your baby’s name?

The Cambridge Mummy Blog: Simple Saturday..

Life seems to get away from me sometimes, so I don’t know if this is my second or third Simple Saturday. But anyway, W and I have been up since 5am and we are sat on the sofa together, watching Sinbad for the eight hundred and forty fourth time. I still see new things in it – a new line, a smirk from one of the characters that I’ve not seen before.

I have noticed recently that I’ve been a bit obsessed about things that are frankly new and / or expensive. I don’t know what is going on with me? I feel like some keeping up with the Joneses’ thing is going on, but I don’t know who or what I want to keep up with. That’s a bit rubbish really isn’t it?

Being where we are isn’t just fine. It’s more than fine. It’s pretty blooming great actually. We have a healthy and on the whole happy family. As a couple we bicker too much, but we’re together and not contemplating life on the other side of the fence too much!

I am going to take today as a starting point, to try really hard today to be appreciative of everything we have and our lovely family. To start it off, I’m going to unstack the dishwasher and divide up the socks and pants into the correct piles.

What are you going to do today?