Baking is one of my favourite things to do with little man. It isn’t for the faint hearted baking with a toddler but it is a massive amount of fun.
Apparently the mixer sounds like a Hoover.
We are perfecting the art of cracking eggs – practice makes perfect.
Cooking allows for lots of sensory experience which is great for a toddler.
Mixing has to be his favourite job at the moment.
Sharp implements require supervision but we don’t shy away from introducing them.
It’s inevitable that some will end up being eaten before it gets to the oven!
It completely engages and fascinates him every time and that simple fact makes all of the mess worth it…
The end result is always pretty tasty too!
After battling severe tonsillitis and then ending up in hospital on IV antibiotics to fight a suspected kidney infection, there haven’t been many adventures for us recently.
To cheer myself up I have decided to do a throwback post to a beach adventure we had during half term.
Enough stones to keep little man happy and all wrapped up in an all in one and wellies this was an opportunity to really explore, pause and take in our surroundings.
There’s something about the beach as a backdrop. The sea air, the exhilaration of nature at its finest.
At one point little man just wanted to sit down at one point and take a moment. It was a welcome pause, a chance to spark joy taking in the vastness of where we were.
And of course we had to spend some time throwing a few of those stones!
I am really looking forward to being back to full strength and able to get out and about again.
After a wonderful half term both little man and I have been super poorly. I have severe tonsillitis and he has an awful virus that won’t shift. Been cooped up indoors since Sunday.
After work, Daddy took little man into the garden for a bit of fresh air.
Stones have always been fascinating to little man and I love how he is so focused and engaged in his surroundings.
It is also an opportunity for him to throw stones around and have that bit of freedom that toddlers crave to just let loose.
A few hours after this little man was very unwell and so we are back to being inside and regular medicines.
We will both be wild from fighting infections next week!
Half term is such a joy, being a teacher means early mornings, late evenings and very short moments with little man during the week.
Half term is a week of unadulterated fun and family time and nothing beats it.
A trip to Exeter to stay with friends provided the perfect opportunity for some beach exploration. Is it just me or is there something magical about the sea?
Wellies are by far my favourite item to always have to hand for little man – every opportunity to jump in puddles should be taken in my book!
And the all important paddle can still happen pre-warm weather with no worrying about wet socks or trousers!
The seaside also provides the perfect backdrop for photos that speak of a moment and tell a story. This is us, embracing life, creating experiences that spark joy. This is my wild one.
So this weather, the cold, the damp, the chill in your bones, makes you want to hibernate all over again even though you had slowly been convincing yourself that Spring is indeed coming.
The problem with hibernating for me is two-fold. One, I get cabin fever being cooped up inside for too long and two, I have a 2 year old boy. Neither of these things are conducive to staying inside.
Before I had a child I was not what you would describe as ‘outdoorsy’ my leaving the house to avoid cabin fever would constitute going to a coffee shop or somewhere else indoors. This has changed somewhat.
Luckily, Grandpa obligingly has an allotment.
And said allotment is just through a little gate at the back of his garden. This makes it close enough to civilisation ( a fully working toilet plus warm house) for me to cope.
All in ones/puddle suits are also amazing as you can pretty much cover your child in waterproof, wipe clean material that means mud etc don’t cause an issue.
So an adventure outside but close enough to civilisation and without having to worry about dirty clothes.
It was cold, it was damp and I could feel the chill in my bones but it was also fun, exhilarating and something to spark joy.
The term ‘outdoorsy’ may be one I’m willing to cultivate as part of who I am.