My two-year old daughter is absolutely obsessed with films. She switches between each one and becomes completely obsessed. I didn’t realise that toddler obsessions was a thing until I had a toddler myself.

Parenting.com writes about how obsessions are a way of them seeking routine and security which is very normal. The hard thing is monitoring how much you allow your child to indulge in their obsessions.

My daughter would watch some films on repeat all day if I let her. So screen time definitely has to be monitored. Before I had any babies I thought I would let them watch less TV than they do. I wrote about it in my post here.

Current film favourites

The one that is her current number favourite, is the film Trolls. She loves it so much she would watch the film every single day. She prefers the Trolls Holiday version but can quite happily sit through the full film.

Before Trolls the obsession was Moana and before that Frozen. This is my poem for my two-year old toddler.

Toddler Obsessions (a poem)

We’ve been out today,
So at home we will stay,
Its time to make a decision,
What do you want to watch on television.

Lets watch a flick,
You can choose one quick.
Moana you cry,
Ok one more time I sigh.

All the songs we know,
How far I’ll go.
Eyes glued to the screen,
Don’t try to interveen.

Sometimes we turn to Frozen,
So with the dvd it goes in.
A world of ice and snow.
We all know Let it go.

You changed the film somehow.
Trolls is a favourite now.
With colour, sparkles and glitter.
It gives Mum a break to check out Twitter.

Toddler obsessions watching films

If you enjoyed this poem see some others I’ve written;

Snowy Days
Tired mum needs a break
Daddy’s Home

Thanks for reading.

Happy Christmas to all my blog followers. I hope you are having lots of fun and laughter this Christmas. For those who are looking for a five minute break whilst the kids play with their presents, this is my Christmas poem.

Christmas Poem

The time has come,
It’s Christmas once more.
A magical time,
I truly adore.
With friends and family,
Time spent together.
We share our homes,
Whatever the weather.
Food is eaten,
Drinks are drunk.
Gifts are packed,
And put in the trunk.
Driving to others,
Who live far away.
Or sticking your feet up,
And home you stay.
Kids love the magic,
Stockings hung by the bed.
Leaving out a mince pie and a carrot,
Making sure the reindeer are fed.
Getting up early,
To check out the tree.
Has Santa come overnight,
And left a present for me.
Christmas Day is here,
And full of traditions galore.
The day isn’t over,
Till Dad starts to snore.
But Christmas is fleeting,
It only comes once a year.
So cherish the moments,
And have fun with those near.
I hope you enjoyed my Christmas poem.
If you did and want to read more poems see the below posts;
Merry Christmas everyone!

We have just experienced snow across the U.K. for the first time in two years. Seeing the snow through my daughters eyes has been magical and it inspired me to write this poem Snowy Days.

We spent our snow day both inside and outside in the garden.

Inside we started making piñata’s for the girls January birthdays and snuggling on the sofa watching Trolls Christmas. If you’re looking for inspiration on other things to watch this Christmas see my post on the best family Christmas films on Netflix, Amazon Prime and Now TV.

In the garden we made a snowman and had a snow ball fight. My toddler was in her element just stomping around in her Wellington boots.

I hope you enjoy my poem, Snowy Days.

Snowy DaysSnowy Days

December approaches,
So it’s the end of the year.
Christmas time is upon us,
And the New Year draws near.

The temperature drops,
The cold winds blow,
Everyone is freezing,
And there’s a chance of some snow.

It’s the season of layers,
Children wrapped up warm,
Waiting in anticipation,
For that elusive snowstorm.

When the snow arrives,
Get the children outside.
But remember sensible shoes,
So they don’t slip or slide.

Build a snowman,
Have a snow fight,
Play in the snow,
From morning to night.

Then come home to heating,
Making sure their fed,
With a hot meal in tummy’s,
Time to snuggle up in a bed.

Winter is full of traditions,
The season of magic.
Time spent with love ones,
And a visit from St. Nick.

Before we know it,
We will be sliding into Spring,
So get out enjoy the season,
And don’t forget your stocking!

If you did like my poem and fancy reading more, here are some others I wrote recently;

Daddy’s home
Christmas crap
End of a breastfeeding journey

 

Mummascribbles

 

When you become a parent for the first time, you suddenly have no time for yourself and it’s exhausting. As the kids grow it’s so important to take a moment for yourself and have a break. Having a rest and time away from the kids is part of self-care. Sometimes you might have to reach out to others to get the break as it’s not always going to be handed to you.

This is my poem for all the tired mums out there who just need a break.

Mum needs a break

Tired mum,
It’s ok to cry.
The days are long
But the years wiz by.

Time with the kids,
Is more precious than gold.
But relentless it can seem,
And makes you feel old.

Sometimes it can feel,
That your house is a zoo.
So it’s ok to take space,
Your allowed to be you.

A moment alone,
To sit and drink a tea,
Have a sleep or a shower,
A chance to be free.

You need a break,
A chance to recoup,
A moment to relax,
Without the whole troupe.

Then minding the kids,
Doesn’t feel like a chore,
You regain your energy,
And can enjoy it once more.

The kids need a mum,
Who gets time to rest.
Whose happy and relaxed,
And doesn’t get stressed.

Ask someone close,
To look after your cub,
Go out for a while,
Or soak in the tub.

Parenting is tough,
Not a piece of cake.
So put away the mum guilt,
And enjoy your break.

If you enjoyed this poem I also wrote one called Mum needs two minutes.

Thanks for reading.

 

Mummascribbles

 

Tammymum

After suffering mastitis for the third time this year, I have made the decision to start weaning my baby from breastfeeding. Beth my baby is now 10 months and I return back to work in a months time. This decision to stop hasn’t been easy for me though as this will be the end of my breastfeeding journey.

I could continue to feed her for longer but the thought of getting ill again whilst working has put me off. Also she now is so distracted during feeding with her older sister around. It rarely is a pleasurable experience anymore, as she just wants to play all the time, not lie still.

Our last baby

My husband and I made a decision a while ago that baby number two would be our last baby. We are both completely in agreement and our happy with our decision to have no more. We feel very blessed with our lot in life and are very thankful.

When my second pregnancy was over with the birth of Beth I had no feelings of loss or sadness to not be pregnant again. I actually felt a great sense of relief that I wouldn’t have to go through the experience once more. Neither have I felt any sadness as I give away outgrown clothes and toys. I take great pleasure in decluttering our home!

However as I now approach the last few breastfeeds with Beth, I do feel a huge sense of sadness. Not necessarily to end my breastfeeding journey but sadness for the loss of dependence my baby needed from me. She is leaping into toddler hood in many ways and leaving me baby-less. As there will never be another for us, I will never again have another human being so physically reliant my body.

So I will gently mourn the end of the breastfeeding journey. Taking in these last few moments, knowing that I was very privileged to feel this way at all.

End of my breastfeeding journey

Ode to baby Beth

My little baby
Quietly feed
Snuggle up
Take all you need

Your growing now
And changing fast
Mum will miss this
It may be our last

My precious baby
If you only knew
It’s been a pleasure
Breastfeeding you

 

Rhyming with Wine