My oldest Aidan toilet trained no problem. It took three days and he was done. He flew it. So, why then am I absolutely dreading toilet training number 2? Continue reading
A few weeks back I wrote about ‘Operation Lose the Spare Tyre’ and how I embarked on a journey to lose my baby weight. Except it wasn’t baby weight; it was I ate all the pies and subsequently sat on my arse weight! Well, as I write I am currently eight weeks into that journey so I said I’d update you all on how I’m getting on. Continue reading
There’s another woman in our lives. She’s been a permanent fixture for almost two years now. My man goes to her house regularly. His sister knows her well too. Indeed he loves nothing more than to call to her house.
Before you all go lambasting Daddy Chambers, I am in fact talking about my little man and his other woman. I’m talking about Aidan and Sarah’s second mammy; their childminder, and a woman I quite simply couldn’t do without.
I’m not great at saying my feelings out loud sometimes but if I was I’d tell the other woman just how much she means to all us Chambers’.
As my maternity leave with Aidan neared an end I had to go in search of someone to look after him. Creches weren’t on my agenda so I went looking for a childminder and dreaded the thoughts of it. I met with two ladies; the first a perfectly lovely woman and then I came face-to-face with the ‘one’. I instantly knew she was the woman who would look after my precious first born. The freshly brewed coffee and homemade scones on her kitchen table sealed the deal! I was so relieved that my search wasn’t labourious.
Aidan has been with the other woman ever since and in June of this year she took Sarah under her wing. As a ten-month-old, my youngest isn’t quite proficient in verbal communication but each mid-week morning when the other woman opens her door Sarah outstretches her arms and almost leaps out of mine to get to her..
Aidan, on the other hand, is well able to talk. There are no mistaking his feelings for the other woman. He adores her. Luckily I’m not the sensitive sort because most evenings when I collect him he bawls his eyes out when he has to leave the other woman’s house. At weekends he frequently looks to go and visit her and cries if we pass by her neck of the woods without stopping.
The other woman is their second mammy. She doesn’t just mind Aidan and Sarah, she treats them like one of her own. And speaking of her own, her children have embraced my two like siblings.
In two years I don’t recall ever getting one phone call from her while at work. There’s never any drama. She’s cool and calm, which is no mean feat when you have Aidan to look after! She’s a natural. She juggles her own children, mine and others at times with remarkable ease. I’m literally dumbfounded by it sometimes. Nothing seems to be an issue.
One evening recently when I collected Aidan and Sarah she mentioned she had been out to do her weekly grocery shop earlier in the day. No big deal you might think. But she did it with six children in tow. Superwoman is actually alive and well in Newbridge! The thoughts of that has me breaking out in a cold sweat! At a push I bring one of mine to the supermarket!
When the weather is fine I hear Aidan out in her back garden playing when I pull up to collect them and he always seems to be roaring his head off laughing. I suppose that’s the bottom line; he’s so so happy there and I’m so happy he’s there.
The cost of childcare in Ireland is a hot topic and yes it’s is mega expensive but I personally won’t be searching for the lowest bidder.
So to you other woman, we are so amazingly thankful to have you in our lives. If Carlsberg did childminders …… well you know the rest!
Now, moving on and changing tack, last week I wrote about ‘operation lose the spare tyre’ and about how I’ve embarked on a twelve week fitness and healthy eating course with mammy fitness expert Brid McGill from Fit With Brid. Well, I’m pleased to say I’m still on course and I’m still managing to find time for my 40 minutes of exercise five days a week. I usually do it after the kids go to bed but last Saturday I attempted to do it while they were up so I could have an evening off to relax. Eh bad move!
Sarah, from the comfort of her highchair, thought I was hilarious as I buck leaped about the place in front of her. The other fella though wouldn’t give me a minutes peace. I finally gave up when he hopped on my back as I was mid-plank. Those bloody things are hard enough without adding a two-year-old in to the mix!
Speaking a second language will get you places these days. It can get you a job in Google, in Facebook and even in Ebay. The sky’s the limit.
I have recently learned a second language. It’s not German, it’s not French and it ain’t Spanish. It’s known as the Language of Aidan and it was pretty difficult at first but now I’m fluent. Sometimes I work as a translator for Daddy Chambers and anyone else that comes in contact with my two-year-old.
So here’s a wee breakdown; lets call it the Chambers Dictionary!
Babies – Matryoshka nesting dolls or in layman’s term Russian dolls. Not human infants.
Badah – Not closed or fastened. Open to me and you!
Bam – An animated children’s television series about a fireman and his fellow firefighters. To simplify – Fireman Sam!
Bawboo – a round, usually red or green, edible fruit of a small tree. In English, apple. Bedjeez – any small, usually stoneless fruit, irrespective of botanical structure. E.g. Strawberries, blueberries or raspberries.
Bork – an instrument with two or more prongs used to handling food. AKA fork.
Deedaw – Female sibling. Named Sarah Chambers.
Dernaw – Any male called Dermot. E.g. Dernaw O’Leary.
Dodo – an Irish newscaster with RTE. Otherwise known as Brian Dobson.
Gaga – The father of one’s father or mother. E.g grandad.
Gammer – a tool consisting of a solid head of metal (but in this case a plastic mock one) used for beating metals and driving nails. In English, a hammer.
Guinea – any of the long, thin, separate parts of the hand, especially those that are not thumbs. Known to everyone else as a finger!
Ike – No, not Tina Turner’s former husband, it’s something that makes things visible or affords illumination. Known in English as light.
Keen – A soft substance that you rub into your skin. Known to the English speaking world as cream.
Mena – His very lovely little friend and neighbour. Her name is Mia!
Mika – No not the Lebanese British born singer who had a number one hit with ‘Grace Kelly’ In this instance it’s a small yellow, cylindrical creature with one or two eyes created by Eric Guillon. Most other people know them as Minions from the movie Despicable Me.
Mink – A liquid that is taken into the body through the mouth. In English we say drink!
Mote – A device that controls the operation or performance of an apparatus from a distance. I say remote control.
Nanny – Any female over a certain age. Even strangers. We know the term as a pet name for the mother of one’s father or mother!
Pud – A starchy, tuberous crop from the perennial nightshade Solanum teberosum L. That’s potato in simple terms!
Sasas – Minced pork and God knows what else stuffed into casing. Known to me as sausages.
Wickies – Corn kernels that burst open and puff out when subjected to dry heat. To me and you that’s popcorn.
Win-yow – a space usually filled with glass in the wall of a building or vehicle. AKA window.
And if Aidan is struggling to find the words, ‘no’ is the next best one. Actually, at two years of age, no is indeed the most important word in his vocabulary. Funny how he never mispronounces that one!
It’s official, I have an escape artist on my hands. After the cot antics, wee Aidan has upped the ante. Big time. Continue reading