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> If I die, who will teach my daughters?
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> Silent Heroes
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> A new version of Windows
> My green-eyed wonder or will it be grey?
> Do I HAVE to brush my teeth?
> How about a shower today?
> The lonely tap with no friends
> Half Blood
> God made us Sisters, Hearts made us friends
> Now, THAT was a fun ride!
Archives: August 2010
Kat has this new love of listening to some audio book (current favourite being The Lightning Thief) – so as I was setting it up, adjusting the volume and generally fussing around, she looked at me and said: “Mummy, am I a half blood?”
Me (all I can see right now is Harry Potter smiling at me!): “What do you mean? Why do you ask?”
Kat: “No I was just wondering if I was part magical, maybe some Greek God or someone? I haven’t seen many pictures of my birth but Kit has so many. I’m so different from her.”
Me (thinking wizard is not so good but Greek God does not sound like a bad idea!): “Do you really think you belong to someone else Kat?”
Then she gives me that Kat smile from ear to ear and I tell her if I should send Papa to convince her whose child she is. (Papa is called the licky monster when he is in his kissing mode!) Kat giggles to sleep and I am left wondering if I should simply go to bed with my Greek God NOW!
Since the move, the one thing that Kit loves to do in the morning is that if she sees Kat’s door is closed, she will quietly sneak into her room and face the big question – should she nick some dolly clothes at this ripe moment when all is clear and confess to me in the other room with that innocent face? Or should she simply lie down with Kat and bug her?
Some days it’s the dolly clothes for which Kat’s anger surfaces as and when the discoveries are eventually made…Other days she will make her comfy position alongside unsuspecting Kat, put her thumb in her mouth and start feeling Kat’s ear! This will get an INSTANT reaction.
Kat will jump up on the bed with “Eeww! Disgusting! Mummy take her away from here. She hasn’t even brushed her teeth and she’s breathing on me! She even smells of pee” (She still uses this on Kit from her nappy days when she did smell in the morning – not fair!)
This will instigate Kit to snuggle up even further with Kat, in an attempt to aggravate the situation further while whining like a puppy at the same time. Then the kicking will start (Kit really is a striker!) followed by the final insult to injury in a sing-song voice – “You smell of poo poo”
At this point, I find it most useful to scoop Kit away and lock her up with me in the bathroom (despite her attempts at taking revenge with Kat) with stories of Megan & Gruffalo to somehow get the toothbrush process started while Kat locks herself in hers for endless moments of hair brushing! On the way to the bathroom with Kit, something on the wall between their rooms makes me smile… “God made us sisters, Hearts made us friends”
Girls fully awake now – Good Morning all!!
I think I may have got away to some extent with Kat with my I know best, it’s the first child authority. But secretly in my heart I know that we overprotected Kat. I know we should not make the same mistake with Kit but it just tends to happen with me. Here is when Papa steps in…he will not let it happen – but then, Kit will never let it happen too! Such an explorer, such an adventurer she is!
The rides Kit was on yesterday had my heart in my mouth all afternoon. I was watching the attendant more than the ride thinking “does he/she look like the kind of person who will stop the ride for my child in an emergency?” There was one ride (see image) which was a Carousel gone way too far (and there were no horses either!) – Of course Kit had to do the ride because Kat said she loved it but once seated you could see she was a bit uneasy (she’s only 3.5 yrs old and everyone else on this humungous swinger looked 9+). Kit uneasy, mummy crazy! I could not stand still for the remainder of the ride.
Kit was unsure at first – her expression changed from joy to surprise to shock to unbelievable (this centrifugal force causing her to feel almost dropping out of the ride!) to ecstasy and then the PRECIOUS SMILE !! In the meantime, all I could think of was her seatbelt breaking somehow, Kit flying off, ride malfunctioning, glaring and wondering why the attendant was smiling when he should be glued to the equipment he was supposed to start and stop!
Kit Kat did this ride several times again and I finally let go of them in the last few rounds after convincing myself that nothing bad was going to happen and that maybe Kit was now ready for these rides…Have I learnt anything from this weekend? Possibly. Will I let her be herself again on other bigger rides? Not sure. Do I need to grow up and let go of my fears? Absolutely!!