So Mason is off to his first ever Easter egg hunt this coming weekend, and for probably the first time we are getting into the spirit of the celebration. This involves a lot of eggs, both of the chocolate variety and… er… normal, variety. As my boy has a somewhat short attention span, we’ve needed to be varied in how we approach the tradition of decorating eggs. We’ve tried so many different ways of doing it. We posted earlier in the week about Decorating Eggs with Shaving Foam, which was super fun and very messy. Today, it’s egg decorating with nail polish.
No we’re not just painting them like you’d paint your nails (though that is an option) but instead, we’re using a technique to produce an excellent marbled finish with minimal effort.
Is it even Easter if you’ve not decorated an egg of some sort? Alright I personally don’t do it so much now, but I know as a kid it is all part of the build up to the day the rabbit pays a visit. As an adult, there are a variety of ways you can decorate your eggs successfully without too much drama. Toddlers however? Hmm. Not so much. The best way to let them decorate eggs in my opinion is to let them get as messy as possible. Hence, we have our comprehensive guide to shaving foam Easter egg decorating.
I know what you’re thinking. Shaving foam and toddlers is a recipe for disaster and yes, you’re probably right. However, when supervised, this is an excellent way to get your little ones introduced to egg decorating. It’s also just a really fun, sensory play activity for them too. There is not a child on the planet who doesn’t like messing around with shaving foam. That, my friends, is a fact.
I can’t believe it’s been two years since we welcomed you into the world. Since, after making me wait an extra week to meet you, you finally entered our lives. For the last two years, you have brought nothing but love, joy and wonder to our lives – every single day you continue to amaze me. You’re such a clever little thing (perhaps too clever for your own good) and it’s almost hard to imagine you as the tiny little baby that entered the world on that Sunday morning.
I’ll be honest, I don’t know many two year olds, but you’re definitely the best one.
Weaning is a journey unlike any other – one full of trepidation, excitement and sometimes utter chaos. It should just be instinct, we should just be born with the ability and in-built knowledge to be able to eat a chip without choking on it. But these are babies we’re talking about and no such instinct exists. You start introducing your tiny one to new and exciting things and you open up the door to a whole heap of trouble.
We are now very much at the end of the weaning journey – we have a toddler who will eat pretty much anything you put in front of him, so long as he’s in the mood and I’ve even got to a stage where I might even turn my back on him whilst he eats his tea. Not for very long, mind. It wasn’t always like that though. Weaning was a tremendous pain in the arse and a process I found a bind almost from start to finish.
So a post went up on another site about the fact that they’ve decided not to promote formula milk on their blog. Of course, that’s their choice as to what they do and do not want to place on their part of the internet. I love that, I love that a blog gives you the freedom to talk about what you want and refuse to talk about what you don’t. I won’t be promoting dummies for example (not that I’ve been asked) – but way more blogs will, because they like them. Totally cool. This is not a “refusing to promote formula is incorrect” post. It’s really, really not.
However, I felt compelled to write something on the subject. An alternative viewpoint from someone who has decided to (and would totally continue to) promote formula feeding. One that I feel quite passionately about, because it explores the one part of my pregnancy experience that left a sour taste in my mouth. I don’t normally do these type of in-depth posts… I’m not really into baring my soul to the internet but this is an exception.