Daughter’s, body image and self esteem


Having a young daughter makes me worry.  How’s my daughter going to make sense of this strange world?  Will she succumb to the pressure young girls often feel to look a certain way so they can be thought of as attractive, popular and successful?  Subtle and blatant ‘messages’ bombarded at them from dawn until dusk (that is unless you live on a remote outback farm with no internet, tv etc, or North Korea).
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I look into my crystal ball, it’s 2026, we’re all going around on hoover-boards, Rose is 15, wears all black clothing with Doctor Martins boots.  She’s deeply into social media (or whatever the future equivalent is), is worried about her weight, clothes and looks.  Various boys are starting to hang around her.  I was a teenage boy once (a very bad one at that), to think of them chasing my daughter gives me the shivers.  I digress, the worry is at this time in her life her body image and self-esteem are going to cause her some degree of misery.
What made me worry about her teenage self today was hearing a radio report talking about the former Olympic swimmer Rebecca Adlington and whilst appearing on the reality show ‘I’m a celebrity’ she broke down in tears.
This happened after showering next to a young girl who was a model.  She revealed that she felt insecure about her body next to someone who ” is stick thin, she’s got these push-up bras that make her boobs seem massive. She’s stunning.”  After the show she talked about how she’d received loads of abuse via twitter about her looks.

This young girl is a 4 times Olympic medal winner for goodness sake, in my books that’s about as high an achievement as you can get.  When a superhuman young women who’s achieved the highest accolade in the world isn’t confident with her own body image and gets abuse about her looks, what hope’s there for our daughters?
We can tell our kids ‘beauty is on the inside’ but we all know that’s no help to a teenager feeling rubbish about themself.


As a concerned dad I can educate my daughter to a variety of life’s mysteries and cultural values.  I can teach her not to follow the crowd, to read lots of books, listen to good music, understand what’s going on in the world.  I can tell her not to get hung up on superficial things.  But this is easier said than understood by a teenager.  Being a dad, they’re many things I won’t be able to teach.

Hopefully I’m worrying over nothing, getting ahead of myself in future fear and unnecessary premonitions.  In ten years time perhaps things would’ve changed.  Pressure to look a certain way and self-image insecurity is a thing of the past.  Young girls now look up to artists, politicians, scientists and philosophers rather than orange wags and reality tv types.
By then lets hope It’s hip to be square.


Getting children ready in the morning

Getting children ready in the morning


1.  Cereals – No Weetabix means a slight whine. That is until I bust out the toast and honey. I remind them that Bees actually make this stuff which they think is cool, problem averted.

2.  Chairs – We have two small children’s chairs, one green the other orange. Each morning without fail major chair drama unfolds, screams, shouts and general chair related stress. Whoever gets the green chair is not at all happy and  chair gate ensues.  I really don’t get it, they’re identical in every other way apart from colour.
I’m contemplating spraying the orange one green or throwing both in the recycling then they can sit on the floor.

3.  Clothes – Not always, but often Rosy point-blank refuses to wear the days clothes.
‘Its too itchy, these are Tuesday pants and it’s Monday, you need to cut the label out etc. Mummy wouldn’t put this with this’.
This alongside the ‘your not getting me in this’ wriggle can really push your morning trying to stay calm buttons.  Give me a break my young daughter, I’ve only just sussed out the meaning of tights for goodness sake!

4.  Hair –  Both kids don’t like their hair being brushed.  For a few days Rose attended nursery looking like a cute swampy eco protester. Natty dreadlocks would’ve been fine in Dalston but not in Brentwood where sensible appearance is everything.

5.  Missing in action – It’s 5mins to 9, we’re running late, almost out of the door, we might just make it on time but alas, missing shoe alert. Cue frantic search (me) whilst the kids play around with ‘Sparkle’ My little pony.  As I slowly pull my hair out they endeavour to tell interesting Sparkle facts.

6.  Ready to rock – It’s 2 mins to 9, I’ve resigned myself, we’re going to be late, but perhaps only 5 mins. Jackets and shoes on, Rose has gone to the toilet, all good to go. About to step outside when up comes a whiff of doom. Theo has done a poo.  You couldn’t time it better if you tried.


When getting children ready in the morning for school or nursery it’s trying to do everything on time that can bring a whole heap of stress.

Our young children have no conception of time, it’s a wonderful way to be.  They don’t feel the imaginary clock in the sky with its infinite counter of doom.  They are not yet compliant time slaves to the man

But it’s extremely difficult not to pass on unhealthy time vibes to our kids.  They feel the stress of their parents rushing around in the morning and everyday life.

Lets stop rushing kids, things will still be there tomorrow, nothing will fall apart if you’re a bit late.


Toddlers and the internet


My first computer was a BBC 32K.  My tiny i-phone probably contains 100 times more memory than this early home computer, but at the time it was the Ferrari of the home computer world.
We made a 5 hour trip from our home in Devon to London in order to pick up this top of the range piece of futuristic technology.  It was around 1984 and the hype surrounding home computers was such that we had high expectations of our new piece of space age trickery.  Programs such as ‘Tomorrow’s World’ gave me ideas far above the computers or my station.  Excited kids pondered the infinite possibilities on the journey up to London, anticipating the amazing things we’d soon be able to achieve.
One of the reasons my father brought the computer was because of a computer mad teacher who’d convinced him that having one (and it had to be a BBC) would put me at a great advantage.  I’d soon be well ahead of my peers, top of the class, straight A student, changing the world, writing complicated, educational computer programs.

Of course once home the only thing the computer was ever used for was to play games.  In went a bulky cassette and after several attempts (with the external cassette player making a horrible screeching sound), frogger would be loaded.

Thirty years on and we’re now well into the age of the internet.  It really has taken us into the future.  Facebook, Twitter, youtube, Google etc have changed the way we think, learn and communicate.  Perhaps they are changing our very nature.  Our children can communicate with others thousands of miles across the world, make music, art and find out just about any fact they wish.  No generation has had access to so much so quickly
Computers or rather the internet is an amazing thing.  What we now take for granted would in the past be thought of as miraculous, technological acts.


But miracles bring responsibility.

Our young children are the internet generation, for them it’s a normal part of life-like going to school or using the telephone. We want to encourage them to be internet savvy without being naive to new age issues.

Like many other parents of toddlers, we often wonder if we let our four-year old daughter Rose on the internet too much, was she too young when she started using it and are the websites she uses of benefit?  I closely monitor what she consumes, but there are definite concerns.

Even at this young age the internet’s pull is strong.  When she’s online, the addictive nature of it is plain to see.  As she plays the beeping, flashing, noisy games she is zombified, zoned out in a personal, ‘Tron’ like computer world, oblivious to the real one around her.  It’s quite scary and slightly concerning.  Left to her own devices she’d happily be online all day  Fortunately some games are educational and she’s certainly learnt off them (even learning a few spanish phrases from Dora the explorer on NickJr).
On weekend mornings she’ll often jump into our bed at some un godly hour, not wanting to wake us up (she’s a quick learner), grab my i-phone and watch something on YouTube or play one of the apps.

The increase usage of the internet and touch screen devices by toddlers is so new that we don’t really know yet the benefits or risks that they’re being exposed to.  In some ways we’re holding our toddlers hands whilst we walk through the desert with sand in our eyes.
As it would now be impossible to ban (and I wouldn’t want to anyway), we limit her usage and monitor what sites she goes on.  I also think that taking an interest in her online world can only be a good thing.  And simply use the ying and yang vibe, a bit of internet, tv, books, outdoor pursuits, mix em round a bit and hopefully you’ll have a healthy, happy, toddler.

Some scientists have said that large amounts of internet exposure will alter the way that a child thinks.  When this is applied to a toddler it’s surely magnified due to their smaller developing mind.  It’s a major concern that our toddlers are like guinea pigs in the middle of a new experiment.

If you type in toddlers and internet into Google there’s literally nothing to tell us concern parents the effects of internet usage on our little angels.  As I write this I’ve just been told that it’s internet safety day a brilliant thing, please check out their site, it’s full of useful tips for concerned parents.

To make life even more exciting for parents of toddlers we’ve got the giant that is social media to look forward to in the near future, but that’s a whole new chapter to be tackled at a later date.




New year, new post, new cat…..


As a kid I always had a cat.   They were always there, like a reassuring, comfy rug with claws.  Coco, Blue, Bruno, Tyson and DJ were the names of my various moggys.  Creatures with attitude who’d give love on their terms only.  You never own a cat, it merely lets you look after it.

After much discussion we decided a young cat would be a good addition to our family.  Now that we live in the countryside there are mice to kill and monster spiders to devour.

Being the moral angels that we are, it was decided to score a feline from a local cat protection society rather than off some Gucci loafer wearing Essex cat king pin, who presumably breeds cats in an underground Brentwood dungeon.

It was rather surreal to find myself in the middle of Basildon at 10am on a Saturday morning at the wonderfully named ‘bascats‘ surrounded by 50-year-old ladies sporting mum jeans and knitted cat jumpers.  Their distinct look they rocked hard, respect!


I was at a cat homing show.  After giving my details I walked around and inspected the caged creatures.
A pair of tiny young kittens immediately caught my eye, extremely cute and meowing loud.  The previous owners had lost their home, repossessed by the bank.  Their meows were filled with heartache and pain.  The metal cages contained not only cats but also their sad stories and emotional turmoil.
People were forced to give up their cats for a variety of reasons such as death, accidents and economic hardship but on this particular morning I had to put these tales of woe aside and focus on the task at hand, I was gonna get our family a cat.

Although tempted by their cuteness the young kittens were too fragile.  They would’ve ended up either covered in permanent marker pen or in the tumble dryer.  My two-year old Theo will colour in anything that moves.
But alas the kittens heartache would soon turn to joy as a family in matching kagools and sensible shoes appeared on the scene and snapped them up.

At the opposite end were the old cats, they looked like they’d seen better days (and a couple of world wars).  By now I’d sussed out this cat homing vibe, so when I saw the old couple approaching I gave them a hard stare to try and scare them off.  Go and look at another cat you old duffers is what I didn’t say.

‘Hello dear’ said Mrs Brady, old lady.
I politely smiled and moved on, I wasn’t here to make friends and looking around cats were getting snapped up left right and centre.  I had to get my hustle on and fast.

My search became more frantic, I’d looked at just about every cat in the room but not one measured up to my high expectations.  There was no way I could go home empty-handed, maybe I would have to call up the Essex cat breeding king pin after all.
Just as I was about to give up hope, Molly came into view, immediately I knew my quest was over.  I casually strolled over (not wanting her to think I was desperate) and said hello.  She put her paw out of the cage and gave me a paw bump.  This 6 month old tabby had found herself a new family.



Ths is a micro post for a competition that limetree are doing.  The subject is family happiness.  Voting starts via their site from May 15th so if you like what i’ve wrote please vote for me!


Often happiness is only realised with hignsight or reflection, something not appreciated at the time.

This isn’t the case with instant gratification happiness, the type that entices us in after buying a new house, handbag or shoes.  But it’s  temporary and soon forgotten.

Family happiness is a completely different kettle of fish. Your suddenly caught up in a good old back to basics happiness vibe. Getting woken up by your kids on Sunday morning followed by a family hug session. Sounds cheesy as hell but as a happiness hit it can’t be beaten.  You feel it immedately.

Simple things now give so much.  Family walks in the park, the extended family xmas get together, together watching your child tackle that scary, slide for the first time, looking at each other and realising what an amazing thing this existance is.




Yesterday morning I was woken up post gig to the familiar sound of the Phonic song via my phones youtube. If you’ve young children i’m sure you’re familiar with this lovely child friendly ditty. If not do go check it out, your kids will love it plus it’s a great learning tool.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BELlZKpi1Zs – Phonic song 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saF3-f0XWAY – Phonic song

After being lulled into a strange bliss like state whilst singing f.f.f fish I started to wonder about the guy behind the song. His name is A.J. Jenkins and he’s been described as ‘The Jack Johnson of childrens music’. His music is simple, melodic and lovely. His voice and lyrics have honesty and meaning and seem to have a calming effect on my children.
Try as I might, I can’t find anything on this guy which is strange, because these days via Google and various online channels I can usually access intimate details of anybody from my postman to the local cornershop lady.


A.J. Jenkins is like the J.R Hartley of the phonic world, all secretive and hard to track down, an international man of mystery. Maybe the phonic scene is strictly underground. Word of mouth, under the counter, secret handshakes.
I’m surprised that someone with all this phonic goodness on offer is lying so low especially in a world were everyone is trying their up most to have profile. You wouldn’t catch Mr Tumble with no online visibility.

There’s a very simple website http://www.kidstv123.com/ where you can buy songs by A.J. Jenkins. But he certainly doesn’t seem to be cashing in on the huge popularity of his phonic goodness. I think that’s what makes this guy even more special. Not only does he compose lovely educational songs for our children, he’s got enough integrity not to try to squeeze every ounce of cash out of the phonic phenomenon. It’s really quite a lovely thing in a world of over promoted everything. Where are children are usually bombarded with the message ‘buy, buy, buy!’


I imagine A.J. Jenkins as a 60’s counter-culture hippy living in San-Fransico in an eco-friendly house in the hills. Spending his days strumming guitar in search of the perfect riff to accompany new Phonic themed songs.

Perhaps he’s a retired pop star, a real hell razor during his day. His wild nights of trashing hotel rooms and a different groupie in every city are over. He’s now a stay at home dad getting personal satisfaction from his anonymous phonic work.


Or maybe he’s a corporate banker trapped in the cycle of money and materialism. He only stays in his stressful, uninspiring city job to give his family the sort of life that they’ve become accustomed to. His wife has an expensive addiction to Jimmy Choos and kids at top private schools. His only escape is his double life as the Phonic master. Late at night when everyone’s asleep, he creeps into his office and secretly pens phonic melodys. It’s his only form of escapism and he doesn’t know what he would do without it.

Of course I’m having a little joke here (my partner didn’t realise this when I just read the last few sentences, ‘you don’t really think his wife has a Jimmy Choo addiction do you?, I think you’re missing the essence of A.J. Jenkins’.

But I do love the fact that this guy keeps a low profile and lets his music do the talking and wow, think how many kids throughout the world he’s touched (phonic song 1 has over 65 million hits on youtube and phonic song 2 over 157 million.  People would kill for that many hits and most would cash in.  What an amazing guy!). I’ve gotta take my hat off to him. Respect is due sir.

Just after finishing this piece i’ve discovered a Wikipedia entry on the legend that is A.J. Jenkins
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A.J._Jenkins_(Singer/Songwriter) there goes my theories on him!



In one of my earlier posts ‘I’ve got 99 problems but a city ain’t one’ I wrote about whether our family should leave London or not.  I concluded that the pros far outweighed the cons and I talked like we’d never leave.  How things quickly change.

Since my last post we put our East London place up for sale, sold it and have brought a house in Essex (subject to all the legal stuff going through nicely).  So am I a hypocrite? Perhaps, but alas when you have children your decisions change as much as they do.

The decision to leave was a difficult one, different ideas bounced around  like a wandering soul lost in a maze of confusion.
We initially viewed larger properties in our existing area but soon realised that to buy anywhere with enough room for the four of us would require either a win on the Euro lottery or me donning a balaclava and ‘reclaiming’ some of Sir Fred Goodwin’s pension pot from RBS.
There was also the extremely important matter of schools.  In Tower Hamlets like many other London boroughs getting your child into a good school is very hit or miss.  There are more children than schools.  You see new apartments being built all over the borough but no new schools to accompany the influx.  We weren’t prepared to chance Rose’s choice of school being an unsatisfactory one.

We did consider a few areas in South London that were a bit more affordable, but after weighing things up we decided on Brentwood in Essex.  The area of Brentwood that we’ve decided on has great schools which aren’t over subscribed (a major selling point), is surrounded by miles of beautiful woodland and parks, is nearer to the children’s grandparents and is an easy commute into London.  Vicki will be commuting each day and I’ll drive in for my DJ gigs (there goes the drinking) 2 or 3 times a week so it’s not going to be that much of a change.


Going from an apartment to a house with garden is going to be amazing.  I’ll be able to hide away to read my Sunday newspaper and cook up a storm on my new Aga.  The children are really excited about the move especially the promise of bunk beds.  There’s also talk of a cat, but let’s take this suburban dream / nightmare 😉 ? one step at a time.  Vicki’s already talking about a summer garden party complete with soundsystem so i’m sure the neighbours will love us.

The downside is that it isn’t London, it’s been many years since I’ve lived in a town so will I go out of my mind with boredom? I suppose the last time I lived in a town there was no internet and I didn’t have children.  But let’s be honest, if we were millionaires and could guarantee good schools we wouldn’t be moving from London (it’s the best city in the world!).
The kids might end up with funny accents and it’s where TOWIE is based.  The day that they come home with fake tans is the day we move!

It was an extremely difficult decision to make but we do think it’s in the best interests of the children.  We are near enough to London to be able to take the kids to shows, theatre, exhibitions etc and have the beautiful Essex countryside on our doorstep (as well as the coast not too far away).  So hopefully it’ll be the best of both worlds.  If it all goes pear-shaped we can always move back with our tails between our legs!

How Are Cartoons Helping Parents in Raising Their Kids?


I’ve been very slack of late with regards to my blog and haven’t posted since the beginning of Feb.  Since my last post we’ve put our flat on the market and sold it (fingers x’d everything goes smoothly) and now in the  middle of estate agents, solicitors et al.

I was hoping to write a piece this week but then this morning I received an email from a talented writer called Celina Jones very kindly asking if she could contribute an article to dadwithtwokids.  After reading some of her work I was so happy to have received her email, it was just what I needed to give me a bit of inspiration as well as her lovely words.  Her piece brings up some really interesting points. Here it is……

How Are Cartoons Helping Parents  in Raising Their Kids?

“He watches far too much television”, “I can  never pry her away from The Powerpuff Girls”, “I think he is obsessed  with that show Ben 10” – these are phrases often heard from worried parents.  However, as we get our teeth stuck into 2013, a lot of people are taking  a new perspective. More and more parents are seeing the extensive positive  factors associated with cartoons. They are using cartoons in order to  help them bring up their kids properly. And, you can do this too if  you read on.

Life lessons

Most of these cartoon shows contain valuable life  lessons. They are not merely pointless shows without any aim or moral.  Everything from Ben 10 to Tom and Jerry to Scooby Doo to Batman has positive  messages ingrained in the show. Children learn about the importance  of sharing, they learn about how the nice person always proves victorious,  and they discover that it is not always the biggest or the strongest  that proves to be successful. These are life lessons that will help  your children to decipher what is right or wrong. They will be learning  without even realising they are doing so. Moreover, this actually helps  to breed confidence within your child as well.

Reference point

If your child is misbehaving then you can actually  use their favourite television show as a reference point in order to  show them what they are doing wrong and provoke the reaction you are  looking for. For example, if your daughter is refusing to share her  toys with her friend or sister, then you can say: “What would happen  if The Powerpuff Girls didn’t share? They wouldn’t be able to save  the day would they? Sharing is important.” Your child is more  likely to respond because you have given them a clear example including  a cartoon they know and love.

Educational benefits

Cartoons actually entail a whole host of great educational  benefits. After all, the majority of cartoons follow characters as they  solve a puzzle. For example; Scooby Doo follows the dog and the gang  as they solve mysteries. As each minute of the show goes on, more clues  are revealed and it shows how the gang eventually find out who is the  bad person. This gets your child’s imagination and quick thinking  working. It gets their brain accustomed to problem solving as well.  This can only be a benefit.

They can signify a reward or a punishment

Cartoons can help you when it comes to dishing out  rewards and punishments. If your child has been well behaved or has  done good e.g. gotten good grades at school then you can give them some  extra time to watch cartoons. However, if your child has misbehaved  and been naughty then you can take away their television time. This  helps you to establish boundaries and your child will know what will  happen if they do wrong. Moreover, as cartoons are so well loved by  children this is a method that is likely to be very effective.

As you can see; children’s cartoons can actually  be highly beneficial and when it comes to raising your children they  are a welcomed aid. You can establish boundaries through a reward and  punishment system, you can get your child’s brain working, you can  teach them some great life lessons, and use cartoons to explain them.

Celina Jones

Author bio –

Celina is a qualified  multimedia journalist. She watched different children’s shows on Cartoon  Network, such as Ben 10 in order to prepare for this article. Currently she is associated with Cartoon Network as their PRO.

Day at the London Aquarium


With two pre school children on my hands one on one time is a rarity.  I do my best doubling up on my love, guidance and shouting but nothing beats a bit of one on one.

Last week Rose’s Grandparents (Gabba and Grand-ma-ma) very kindly offered to have her for a few days.  It was a great opportunity for Theo and I to have some boy time.  Get a few beers in, football, pizza.  Well perhaps not, I’ve got a hunch that Theo won’t be into such pursuits.  He’s already regularly seen wearing pink socks and glittery tops!
So instead of being an Alpha-male father and son tag team it was decided to hit central London, ending the day at the Aquarium.

We jumped onto the river boat service from Canary Wharf to Embankment.  Theo was fascinated by the large group of Japanese tourists who jumped on at Tower Bridge, took a million photos then jumped off at the next stop.

Theo finally got a full day of my full attention which felt brilliant and the guilt I often get when I have to also look after Rose was gone.  throughout the day he happily chatted away gibberish and I answered in a similar manner.
We stopped off at my favourite little dumpling place in Chinatown for a quick, spicy energy boost.  An ancient lady who reminds me of ET sits in the window all day rolling her delicious dumplings at manic speed.  The place is a bit wonky around the edges but does lovely home cooked food and as we all know pre packaged / fast food is now akin to playing Russian roulette!  We then got a black bean and sesame roll from the Chinese bakery to keep us going.  The streets were still packed with Chinese New Years decorations, lanterns and dragons stared at us from high above, the latter threatening to blow fire on us at any moment.

Theo’s face told me that his senses were going into overdrive the colourful sights and sounds overloading his small mind.   We walked the back streets towards the BT tower and stopped off near Fitzroy Square for a coffee and Theo’s first introduction to the rather yum Portuguese custard tart.
Wondering back down through Soho I reminisced about hedonistic nights spent as a student and newcomer to this wonderful city.  I felt happy to have these memories but even happier to now be in an older place.

As we walked across the bridge (I think Hungerford) Big Ben struck 4 o’clock.  I thought Theo would be really impressed, but he was more interested in the guy selling dodgy hotdogs.  Sorry Theo that’s a definite no-no!

Outside the London eye street performers put gold into the normally lifeless paving stones.  Gold statues,singers and dancers performed for the tourist herds.  One performer dressed like a comedy satan, was suspended in the air with a walking stick in one hand but nothing else. It looked like he was sitting on a bar stool.  But there was no stool there.  How did he float in the air, I really didn’t know but It was certainly worth the pound that I flipped into his hat.

For myself and Vicki it was £40 entarance fee  into the Aquarium.  Of course I had a wee moan as I often do when it comes to money issues.  At least Theo was free.  I felt sorry for a family in the queue who had about 4 kids.  I think we’ll cross it off our list of possible birthday party venues.


Once inside Theo was in heaven, the look on his face was worth the £40 alone .  All the usual fishy suspects were there,  as well as the headliners, Sharks and large game fish such as Kingfish and Barracuda.  The penguins didn’t look very happy. They looked like a shamed gang standing outside the headmasters office with their hands in their pockets.  I also didn’t like seeing the majestic turtles slowly swimming in their tank.  They reminded me of the elephants that you see in the Zoo.  Sad looking.

In the aquarium there’s a large open top tank that holds many fish, in particular large rays that seem to be quite tame, they swim along and put their heads right out of the water begging to be touched.  I suddenly noticed that literally every fish in the tank (and there was many) had come over to were we stood.  Wow I’ve got quite a way with fish I thought. But no, it was not my skills as Doctor Doolittle, but rather Theo had dropped his pastry in the tank causing a fish, feeding frenzy.  We slowly shuffled away looking down at the floor whilst whistling.

All in all a lovely day.

Sleeping Problems


What is it with children and sleep?  Why do they often refused to go to sleep?
You ask, ‘are you tired?’ the reply always a firm ‘no!’.

Bedtime can resemble a 15 round WBC heavyweight boxing match.  They put up such a fight so as to go the distance, when all you want is a quick, clean 1st round knockout!
A Similar scenario ensues in the afternoon.  Unless she’s being pushed in the pram or driven in the car, Rose fights her tiredness till the very end.  Theo hasn’t yet entered into this contest but perhaps he will once he makes the weight.

Tiredness becomes such that it makes both children a little crazy.  You can almost picture them pulling out clumps of hair and foaming at the mouth.  And to add to their craziness, just before falling asleep they become like Popeye after eating his spinach.  Full on hyper, running around letting off the very last bit of steam before they succumb.

This issue has crept up on us like a mime artist with stealth and now is driving us to distraction.

I’m considering taking away Rose’s afternoon nap, but this time is so valuable to Theo and I.  It gives us a little respite and one on one.
One of the reasons I’ve not been super strict in the evenings is that if I put them down too early they won’t see their mum when she returns from work.

Given the chance I could sleep for 3 days straight (after a load of gigs and heavy pre children partying and once slept for 48 hrs straight), so why is it that young children fight it?

Babies generally love the sleep,  like cats purring day and night in their nest of content.
Toddlers fight it but teenagers love it.

The teenage sleep pattern generally lasts until you get a proper job.  Then you become a parent and a good nights sleep is a mere dream.

This wee problem is nothing a few teary nights of strict routine won’t solve.  Rose has just gone to stay with her grandparents for a few days, it will be interesting to see how things go.

But the question remains, why do toddlers often have a crazy battle against their tiredness?

I’ve even heard of people giving their toddlers sleeping tablets. This is obviously absolutely crazy and no sane person would resort to such a stupid act.  But the fact that people do tells me what a drastic issue this can be.