I figured it out!!!
In mum circles all over the world conversation often lead to the topic of trying to be a supermum but finding the task all too challenging. As a mum I want to be SUPERMUM! Don't we all? And what child does not want their mum to be able to fly around with a flashy shiny cape? So after much strategising and trying various methods I have finally done it. I have finally figured out how to be a supermum!
I think I may have just single handedly put an end to many mothers group conversations where mothers come together and 'brainstorm' strategies and action plans devoted completely to the topic of 'how to be a supermum.' (Maybe I should write a book.)
I have to say that becoming a supermum does take a bit of practice. But hey, if I can do it then anybody can.
Important note on being a Supermum
Supermums should not be mistaken for a woman that can do it all. You know the ones that have perfect children, prefect houses, perfect husbands, never fall behind on the washing, grow all their families fresh produce, home school, are 'yummy mummies' that never have a hair out of place or a snot trail down the front of their shirt, bake bread, sew all their families clothes, are often being sort out for advice on how to have the perfect marriage, are the president of the P&C, only use organic, serve in various charitable organisations, are the first to drop a meal off to a friend in need, can run a marathon, have their own thriving mummyprenur business, make their own soap, are advisers to the prime minister, the UN, and Oprah, read three books a week, prepare perfectly cooked and balanced meals for their children who eat everything, are often seen in glossy mags with write-ups about their perfect dress sense and trend setting style, are the RS president and still manage to squeezes a night in with the girls every week.
The woman mentioned above does not exist. She is as make believed as Batman and Spiderman.
We are talking about Supermums. They do exist. They are the ones with great children who something (or often) chuck tanties (mum or children) but are still loved, they read three picture books a day, have two sometimes three snot trails down their shirt, conserve natural resources by not using the hairdryer or showering every day, have children who know how to raid the pantry and entertain themselves by playing in the piles of washing that is waiting to be folded. These mummies can often be found in parks playing on the swings, while their children are waiting for a turn. However the easiest way to identify a supermum is to look at her children. If they are happy, laugh often, are loved and know that they are loved (no matter how many times they wake though the night) then you can almost guarantee that their mum is a SUPERMUM!
Another note on being a Supermum.
Half an hour after I solved the age old mystery of how to be a Supermum I was quickly brought back down to earth when Uncle Ricki discovered a big squishy lump on my little man's head. I had no idea when or how it happened (not a very convincing argument for the doctor). Hence the trips to the ultrasound place and the doctor.
HAPPY FLYING SUPERMUMS!!
Blogging catch up- The Show
Earlier this month I packed my two poppets, my brother Max and myself in the car and headed off to the show. In my mind had had a small checklist of essential 'show experiences' that I wanted for the kids. It went like this;
Face painting
Fresh fairy floss on the stick (not the premade stuff in the bag)
Pony ride
Swinging chairs
Merry-go-round
Farris wheel
Baby animals
Seven simple things that are what I picture when I think of a show.
Facepainting, check.
Chloe was so excited when I told her she could get her face painted. She knew exactly what she wanted...a fairy. She sat there perfectly still with her eyes closed while the face painter worked his magic. When she was handed the mirror the smiles said it all.
Fairy floss on the stick, check.
I wanted the kids to have real freshly spun fairy floss not the compact stuff that is premade in the bags that has way too much coloring in it. However all I could see was the same bags and buckets of pink, blue and yellow fairy floss hanging from all the stalls. As we made our way to the very back of the show we spotted the big silver bowl with an older couple who freshly spun the sugar for you once you placed your order.
Lachie was a bit slow to warm to it. Chloe loved it, Max wanted it. It took some coaxing to get her to share.
Pony ride, check.
When Chloe saw some ladies on horses doing dressage and whispered in my ear, "Can I please have a ride on a horse?" I was more than happy to oblige. She sat up so tall, proud and full of confidence, if only her Pa could have seen her on her first ever horseback ride.
I was disappointed with the rides at the show. There wasn't the traditional swinging chair ride, merry-go-round or Ferris wheel. It was all bright lights and whizzing carriages, and loud music with nothing impressing Max or Chloe.
The last essential show experience on my list was baby animals. Chloe and Lachie were both happy to see the animals but would have liked it better if they could have had a pat.
Of the seven things on my list I was able to check off three however I think Chloe loved it anyway and Max was just happy to get out of the house.
Hanging out looking for faries
You know it has been a while since you last blogged when your loyal readers drop comments like, "You haven't blogged in a while," or "I keep checking your blog and there is nothing new." (Thanks
Vienna,
Scarlett and Eden for your devotion to my little space here).
So a little while back I went 'home' to visit with my family for a couple of weeks. Mostly we just enjoyed each others company and chatted (in the way that only sisters and mothers/daughters can) while we pretended to watch the kids.
For me it was the perfect way to spend time with my family. My two poppets got to spend lots of time with their cousins (sometimes too much at the end of a long day with five, sometimes six, little ones three and below living under the same roof). They loved that their cousins have a fun backyard with toys that they can only dream of. Chloe especially loved that Aunty Vienna has a magical sprinkler that is the home to baby fairies whoonly come out when you bend down really close and whisper very gently. Unfortunately they never saw any fairies, just lots of water (it was all Vienna's idea, I promise).
No the photo below is not because we told them that there were fairies in the sprinkler just so they would get sprayed in the face (repeatedly, that Aunty Vienna is a nasty piece of work!) The sad faces are because the fairies went to sleep and water stopped coming out of the sprinkler no matter how softly they whispered with their faces pressed up against the hole.
We also went out for tea, a 1st birthday party, did a little bit of shopping, talked to Daddy on the phone nearly every night, had two trips to the Dr and one to the ultrasound place and on some days we went to the park and shared treats.
But mostly we just hung out, my favorite thing to do with my family (it drives Eden crazy).
Ok, so I was a little misleading about Aunty Vienna's solitary role in the whole fairy in the sprinkler thing. I think I had something to do with it, maybe alot. Maybe more then alot as I was the one at the tap end of the hose telling them that the fairies only come out if you get really close. So I too am guilty of misleading my children into thinking that fairies live in sprinklers only so I can spray them (Adalia still asks to play with the 'baby fairies' sprinkler). Vienna has video evidence. In my defence I would like to note that the girls loved it. I can't say I won't do it again.
