Sick little girl loves her doggy and cat napping

I predict a long parenting day ahead.  I can’t determine what’s more prevalent yet: crying,  coughing, snot or whinging?

Cat napping with Hazel.  Followed by 2 hrs of mummy cuddles and back to back Peppa Pig. 

Turns out she needs antibiotics.  No wonder she’s screamed for 2hrs straight. Not like her at all.

My sick bubba. 

I do love that even when she’s a crying whinging coughing snot bucket she still stopped to hug our dog and tell him she loves him “so much”. Then she got her stool, climbed up and got the child lock magnetic key from up high to then open the pet food cupboard. (Yes,  she’s worked it out.)

Are you hungry Bronny?  I got you a snack. Say “thankyou” to me.  This is a dog one,  here’s one for you Maggie. I know,  I can make your dinner Bronny.  Do you like it?  How about this? (Gets a teddy for the dog.) There you go. You have a nice sleep. Do you like the caterpillar book? 

Inventing Recipes from thin air

I realised tonight that I rarely if ever use a recipe for dinner. Even when I give a recipe a nod I tweak it my way. 

Today was grocery day. So I bought what looked fresh and in season. Bought meat then got home and started cooking up meals 

One is a kind of chicken cacciatore but no wine or mushrooms.  But there is a bacon,  tomato base, capsicum and olives.  Good dose of garlic but I added carrots, zucchini and pumpkin pieces for more vegetables.

Next meal is loosely based on Shepard’s pie. Carrots,  zucchini, onion,  a bottle of ragaletto sauce and beef mince.  Topped with potato,  sweet potato and pumpkin mash.   I’ll probably brown it when I reheat it.

Third meal is butter chicken.  I don’t buy pre-made sauce very often but it was half price and it makes for an easy casserole. Chicken,  carrots,  a Granny Smith apple,  sweet potato,  potato,  a little zucchini and onion all thrown in a pot with a jar of sharwood’s butter chicken curry sauce plus some water to cover. 

I was so lazy,  I confess to not browning anything for anything.  The whole lot just went in on a simmer or oven cooking. 

The meal for tonight which is eaten (sorry no photo)  was chicken breast sliced into half to make it thin then put raw into a shallow dish,  covered with a sprinkle of dry stock, garlic, Worcestershire sauce, thinly sliced onion (not much) and a handful of thinly sliced mushrooms.  Topped with cream after cooking in the oven.  So kind of chicken Diane. Served with scallop potatoes baked with a little cheese.  Steamed carrots,  pumpkin and sweet potato. 

I’m glad I can do this but never ask me to cook something twice.  Because I’m unlikely to remember what was in it. 

Magic of literacy 

The magic of literacy.  Miss Bee reenacting  “Caterwaul Capers” where Scarface claw is stuck in the tree.  She told Hazel she’d rescue her then went and got a ladder “I’m going to be Miss Plum and rescue you Scarface”. I don’t think Hazel wanted rescuing though.

Autumn leaves

I’ve been talking to Miss Bee about Autumn.  I’ve explained that the leaves change colour and fall off.  I’ve explained why they fall off.  The sorts of colours (like sunset colours, like the end of the day). I’ve pointed out that not all trees lose their leaves “deciduous” some keep their leaves “evergreen”.

It must have all sunk in. 

Driving along she pointed out the window at some eucalyptus trees “look mummy,  evergreens”.  

A friend pointed to the autumn coloured leaves and asked her “what’s that?”, probably expecting “yellow leaf” as the reply.   Nope “deciduous tree”.

Here she is raking maple leaves with the child sized rake she insisted she needed from Bunnings.  

Thoughts about raising children and the push off society

Many parents push and strive to mould and support their children to have an advantage. Usually academic prowess is seen as something to brag about.  Sports,  music and the arts get great attention too.

Best schools. Tight schedules.  Tutors. High expectations. Yet I’ve raised three children already and reject this notion of success. 

Schools measure academic skill yet fail to measure traits and characteristics that fundamentally make for a better society.  There’s no test or grade given to a child who shows empathy.  Children who challenge norms are often seen as troublesome not as having the ability to question the status quo. A perfect chemistry exam in no way reflects Rhett ability to read people and the emotional chemistry in a group of people.  

Even if a child is naturally academically gifted that does not guarantee they’ll attend tertiary education.  Supposing they do and land a top paying career of status does that mean they’ll be happy?  Supposing they don’t,  does that relegate them to failures in the eyes of society?  Are parents then viewed as failures? 

The very skills that shape change and make our society better are not necessarily those measured in schools or taught through extra curricular activities. Kindness,  generosity, integrity, morals,  manners,  respect, caring,  altruism and loving are skills taught by families.  

If your child is a good person with great values and a genuine thoughtful soul then you’ve succeeded. 

Happiness is enough. 

Celebrate happiness,  teach your child to find joy through gratitude and love. Give them time. 

Most importantly let them live life at a slow pace,  don’t let childhood be a race to adulthood.