Finding (a name for) Nemo

We are having a hard time trying to chose a name for baby Nemo. We have trawled through a book of 10,000+ names and have come up with a short list, but I’m not convinced we’ve found the one yet. Or two, as we need one for a girl and one for a boy.

We don’t want anything that is too popular (so there are three kids in one class with the same name) or so obscure that no one knows how to pronounce or spell it. Similarly, we don’t want anything that is too ‘chavvy’ or anything pretentious.


Don’t wee on things

Izzy: “Mammy, I know the rules.”
Me: “What are the rules?”
Izzy: “Leave your toys in the car when you go to playgroup and don’t wee on things.”

Those are very good rules. Shame she didn’t follow the last one as I’ve just had to clean up her, the car seat, the car and two tiny new baby cardigans that she has just covered in wee. The above conversation happened just afterwards.


Mini masterpieces

I let Izzy loose with the paints for a while before cleaning her up, sitting her at the table and pleading with politely asking her to do a nice neat hand print.

We made a canvas showing Izzy’s handprints at 3 months, age 1, age 2 and now we were attempting the three year handprint. We would have had plenty of space to add another in 12 months time but she wouldn’t listen, grabbed the canvas and plonked her purple covered hand down in the empty space. It is a pretty good handprint though. We might still be able to squeeze in a 4 year old handprint.



Third trimester: the home straight

I’m now 28 weeks pregnant, which marks the start of the third trimester.

The Babycentre app kindly informed me of all the lovely things I have to look forward to: “Normal symptoms of the third semester may include heartburn, hemorrhoids, constipation, urinary incontinence, swelling and itchy skin. Your breasts may also begin leaking milk.”

Oh the glamour. Like I didn’t feel bad enough when my last Bounty packĀ  included samples of Tena Lady and stretch mark cream.


Pasta, bribery and reward charts

In order to cope with the terrible twos we introduced the pasta jar into our house. Simple enough concept. Every time Izzy was ‘good’ she got a piece of pasta, and once the jar was full she got a reward, from a new colouring book or small toy to a trip to the cinema.

It worked well at first, but the idea of what constituted ‘being good’ was a bit vague and open to negotiation. There was inconsistency and the novelty wore off.

When we reintroduced the pasta jar just for potty training it worked much better. There was a clear rule for when pasta was given – and when she had an accident she was reminded that next time she would get pasta if she used the toilet or potty.