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On the MAD Blog Awards

Just over a week has gone by since I decided to finally stop thinking about blogging and to start doing it. I’ve probably had a fairly typical first week in that I’ve changed my blog theme about 10 times, been caught swearing at wordpress by my kids about 100 times, and – of course – have become obsessed by the stats button. I’m sure with time, the obsession will fade – to be fair, you can only refresh the page so many times before you realise that your 15 page views 3 days ago is as good as this week’s going to get. And probably 14 of those were my mother checking up on me.

But it’s not only my own blog that has been occupying my time. Previously, I’ve dipped in and out of parent blogs via twitter – most often when I’ve had a crap day feeling like a crap Mum and I need to know that I am not alone in not having all the answers. But this week I’ve been doing some more active research – what makes a good parent blog? What makes people read and go back for more? What are the pitfalls? Should I identify my kids and what if people I know start reading? This last one particularly has been topical on Purplemum’s blog this week – and it’s something that’s occupying my mind quite a lot – a post for another day, perhaps.

Well, you know what my research has shown me? That there’s a shedload of good stuff out there. Like, really, really good. There’s funny stuff, useful stuff, what the feck can I do with them today stuff,  techie stuff , and stuff that is both heartrending and excellent – the list is endless. It’s like a massive lucky dip of parenting help, on hand whenever you need it.

And that’s why I’m going to be voting in the MAD Blog Awards. I figure that since I take advantage of the lucky dip, the least I can do is cast my vote…I’m off to do it RIGHT NOW!  Well, right after changing my theme again, and possibly checking my stats….

On number cuddles

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Me: ‘How many cuddles do you want tonight?’

The 3yo: ‘Three. I want three.’

Me: ‘Ok – ready – one, two, three’ (each accompanied by a squeezy cuddle)

The 3yo: ‘Now I want three in Raeg’ (yn Gymraeg/in Welsh)

Me: ‘ok, wyt ti’n barod? Un, dau, tri’ (each accompanied by, er, a Welsh squeezy cuddle)

The 3yo: ‘Can I have my kiss please’

Me: kiss

The 3yo ‘Can you get out of my bed now, I want to go to sleep’*

Number cuddles are exactly the sort of thing that I want to keep this blog for. Those special little things that come into being, nobody knows how, and are then part of life until, one day, you suddenly realise that it’s been quite a while since number cuddles made an appearance, and sure enough, if you mention them to your child you’ll get a withering look and a ‘no Mum, I grew out of that a LONG time ago’.

And then, unless something pops up to remind you, those little traditions disappear into the ether of family living. So I’m going to try and record them here – and one day, when they’ve all grown up and I’m wondering where the years have gone, I’ll be able to look back and remember the lovely little things that were part of our life.

🙂

*yep, that’s what he says – no messing with him – when he says cuddle time is over, it’s over!

I’m linking up with The Oliver’s Madhouse lovely Magic Moments – pop along and have a read, it’ll warm your cockles!