I thought I would interview my biggest boy and ask him a few questions about Mummy. These answers are exactly what he said! No prompting involved.
What makes you happy?
My sisters. They make me smile.
What does Mummy always say to you?
Love you lots
How old is Mummy?
21 (the boy can stay!)
How tall is Mummy?
(Stretches arms out really wide) 20m
What makes Mummy happy?
What is Mummy really good at?
Reaching for things
What is Mummy’s job?
Work in a boring old office (very true!)
What do you and Mummy do together?
Play all day long
Where is Mummy’s favourite place?
Here (home) on your own
What does Mummy do when you’re not at home?
Sit down and put on the tv. Just relax
What’s Mummy’s favourite food?
What does Mummy like about Daddy?
He’s really big and really strong
What’s your favourite thing to do with Mummy?
Making things and getting messy
Where is Mummy’s favourite place to go?
To the park with me
Well that was a small insight into my 4 year old. He makes me out to be very boring but all is forgiven as he thinks I’m 21!
Do your little people come out with any gems when asked questions like this?
In honour of Mothers Day, I thought I’d would tell you all about my wonderful Mum.
Everybody thinks they have the most amazing Mum ever and I am no different. She is wonderful and the reason I was so desperate for a daughter (or two), so I can hopefully have the same relationship with them.
My Mum has put up with so much rubbish from me while I was growing up yet she never once stopped loving me. I was an awful teenager and really put her through some stressful stuff!
Mum didn’t work while we were young and, being a Mummy myself now, I realise how much hard work that was. She was with us 24/7 and that’s a full on job. She always made sure we had things to do or places to go so we didn’t get too bored and start fighting!
Some of my favourite memories of growing up come from the days out in London she used to take us on. The best ones were always the trips to the Science and Natural History Museum. It was because of these trips that I ended up working where I do and I thank my Mum for my now love of museums and all things science.
Now, we have the best relationship ever and she helps me out so much. If it wasn’t for her, I would never have been able to go back to work. She looked after my boys and it’s now subject to discussion whether she takes all 4 of them when I go back this time. She’s not phased by it at all!
She was an absolute star while I was pregnant with the twins and hardly able to moved off the sofa. She also kept me company while I was in hospital after the twins were born and came to our house every day for a few weeks, once hubby had gone back to work, to help me with the bigger 2 while I recovered from my c-section.
I loved wedding dress shopping with her and the look on her face when we told her we were expecting our first baby. I love the way she got so choked up with happiness as she got me ready to marry my hubby and when we rang her to tell her she was a Nanna. She really is a Mum in a million and I hope I’m half as good a Mum as she is.
Happy Mothers Day Mum. You may annoy me at times with your weird and wonderful take on the world but, I love you so much.
It’s Saturday morning and all is calm. There are no raised voices and the boys are playing nicely together. The girls are kicking around on the floor cooing at each other. This can only mean one thing – Daddy is at home!
All week long my job title is not Mummy but referee! I am forever breaking up fights and stopping the children from killing each other. When Daddy texts and ask how the kids are during the day, I give him the honest truth, our children are monsters! They destroy the house, climb all over the furniture and have extremely selective hearing when I’m talking to them.
At the weekends they are all sweetness and light. Daddy simply cannot understand how these sweet, angelic children can do half the things I moan about during the week. They obey commands, play nicely, keep the house relatively tidy and don’t upset Daddy. He can take them out without the car seat fights that I frequently inform him I have!
My children make me look like a massive liar! Does this happen to all Mums or is it just me?
What magically happens to my children at 5.30 on a Friday? Where can I buy some of this super power that Daddy has, as I drastically need some of it during the week? And, when are my children going to stop making me look like a liar?