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Toddler Car Journey Moments 

That moment on the motorway when you hear “Hello Mum!” and realise that your child has escaped their arm straps on the carseat

That Moment when you realise you have a 3 hour car journey and only have one CD with you – ‘Cbeebies Party’

That moment when you know you should’ve stopped at the last services to change their bum, as the next services aren’t for 30 miles and you can smell a poonami occuring

That moment when they drop their toy on the floor and you try to scrabble around with your left arm behind you to find the said toy

That moment when they repeat the above again….and again….

That moment when the ipad battery runs out

That moment when you try and play I Spy with a 2 year old

That moment when they drop their milky drink all over the car floor and you have cheesy smelling car for weeks to come

That moment when they will not believe there isn’t a microwave in the car to make warm milk 

That moment when you spot a cow in a field and then they never get to see the cow because they looked the other way and now they are well annoyed and demanding another cow

That moment when you hear absolute silence…..

……because they have systematically taken every wet wipe out of the packet and are eating them

That moment when they fall asleep 5 minutes before you get home

That moment when you arrive and can get out of the bloody car


motherhood moments

I am absolutely fascinated by how fast Bubs seems to be learning and growing.

So much more interaction now. She’s saying so many things and even asking me things.

Her favourite word at the moment is ‘more’. More squash, more orange, more books, more cuddles, more tickles. The word ‘more’ is fabulous as she can use it more or less in any context. ANY context.

When she says ‘more’ though, and I don’t know what she means, that’s the problem. The more gets louder and louder!

She loves Justin and Mr Tumble. She is so sweet. When on the TV they shout “Mr Tumble!” She will call out “umble! Umble!”
It makes me smile. She will also put her finger on her nose when they use magic to send the bag to Mr Tumble.

She’s says “bubbles” and “woahwoahs” (strawberries), “gwengwen” (penguin) and “Lee” (blankie). It’s truly amazing how she is picking up words and also using them, and babbling away.

She is climbing like a pro. She likes nothing better than to climb on my coffee table. She has now worked out how to climb onto the dining room chairs, and she also tried to climb out of her highchair today!

She hasn’t tried to climb out of her cot yet though. Yet. I am waiting for it to happen!

She has now got 8 teeth, with another 4 coming through. 4! she has been the best she has been teething, with only a few wake-ups and a few doses of calpol. However she is trying to bite everything in sight including her own wrists, my arms and her Dads’ shoulders! It is so sharp and very painful when she takes you by surprise!

I am finding this time, generally, a good one in Motherhood terms. I feel quite settled at work, and I am not dreading it as much as I was, although it can be stressful at times. Bubs is just a delight, and when I come home from work, or in the mornings, I treasure the time we have together. I love the way I can understand her babblings and mutterings, and even her Dad will ask me what she is saying sometimes! I don’t always get it right but I am starting to understand her language. As someone who studied English language at A Level, it is amazing to see this biological language development occur!

One thing that has helped me to remember some of these moments has been writing it down. Pilot Pens sent us some pens and a little journal to write down any special, small moments that we wanted to remember as part of their #happywriting campaign. It is amazing how much you can miss by not recording it in some way. I have really enjoyed doing this, and will write a more detailed post all about it soon.

I was sent some pens and a little journal by Pilot Pens as part of their #happywriting campaign. All thoughts and opinions are my own.