This H is for Hummus: Alphabet for Modern Parents book. Mum picked it up for us and good Lord, is it fitting. Cracked me up. Instead of the old ‘A is for apple, B is for bear’ rigmarole, it has stuff like ‘A is for app, B is for babycino, C is for controlled crying…’
Archie busting out the Single Ladies dance. It came on the playlist this morning and he immediately dropped his Lego, planted his feet and did the whole ‘Uh oh oh, oh oh oh oh-ohhh’ hand twist thing with accompanying head shuffle and high kick. I have trained him well.
Clairy Browne and the Bangin’ Rackettes. These ladies are the most played album on my iTunes at the moment. So freaking good.
The fact that Archie can do stuff on his own. Yesterday, I watched him open his drawer, get out a bowl, get some grapes, put them in the bowl, pull all the grapes off the stem, open the cupboard to put the stem in the bin, then sit on the floor and eat his grapes. No help from me, no dramas. WINNING.
Meal planning. I am on a less sugar, more veggies health kick at the moment, and the biggest perk is how easy and awesome it is to plan my meals in advance. Our household comprises of a vegetarian, a semi-vegetarian pregnant lady, a toddler, two men who need meat at every meal and my mum, which means that dinners are usually a bit haphazard, but having a plan means I don’t get to 4pm and freak out and feed Archie and myself spaghetti with tuna for the third night in a row.