DaisyWilson's Blog

We recently decided to become a family who goes camping. What a wonderful wholesome way to see our beautiful country; sleeping under the stars, nothing but a canvas sheet between you and the Milky Way. I blame discount German retailers with their ridiculously cheap camping supplies for giving us notions. The nearest campsite was 10 minutes away, on the other side of our town; but seeing how we...
Last updated: 03/07/2017 by DaisyWilson
I was chatting to my dad a few weeks ago and he asked if I'd heard of these fidget things. "No," I said. "They're the new craze," said Dad. "As long as they aren't loom bands," said I. Most crazes pass my family by. Loom bands did not. The eldest daughter got drawn into the loom band scene. Brightly-coloured elastic bands became a thousand bracelets for her efficient, focused hands...
Last updated: 30/05/2017 by DaisyWilson
Oh, why does getting children to go to sleep have to be so difficult? Why is it like pushing golden syrup up a hill, like surviving a zombie apocalypse? Or maybe it's just me and my spawn of the devil children? Maybe everyone's else kids are like the ones in the movies; sweetly lisping goodnight to their parents, and falling asleep instantly after a kiss on the forehead. But I have a...
Last updated: 16/05/2017 by DaisyWilson
My youngest attends a Montessori which shares a building with the local primary school. And on the day in which the United States of America inaugurated their 45th President, I overheard a small scrum of tiny boys, no more than six- or seven-years-old, holding a heated debate on Trump. They argued about whether he'd started work yet and one berated the others for not watching the news enough...
Last updated: 02/02/2017 by DaisyWilson
Christmas is here and I have all the symptoms: glazed eyes, tight chest, stress dreams, a house full of Sellotape and unwrapped presents hidden under the spare blankets in the hot press. My house is like a Christmas elf half-way house, stuffed with tubes of wrapping paper, cinnamon sticks and unfinished lists. My bank card is worn thin and my credit card is about to be brought out. If I could bear...
Last updated: 21/12/2016 by DaisyWilson
It's been fun recently, to watch Channel Four's program The Secret Life of Four Year Olds . The kids were sweet, naughty, vulnerable and hilarious, and the child psychologists that explained typical four-year-old behaviours had me intrigued. But LIVING with a child of this age is different from watching them interact at school. At home they are in their territory, their comfort zone. They...
Last updated: 02/12/2016 by DaisyWilson
Sunday evening a week before Halloween, the youngest is wearing a witch outfit from Aldi and has been for three days running. She pairs it with one of her two witch hats and spends much of the time lugging a medium sized pumpkin around the house. The eldest is supposedly studying for a French exam, but if I check I expect to find her listening to music and praying for long and drawn out strike...
Last updated: 25/10/2016 by DaisyWilson
A night terror comes to me every evening, at the same time. This night terror is four and no longer wishes to spend the whole night in her own bed... my daughter is depleting my brain cells, one broken night of sleep at a time. The problem started on our camping holiday in France whereby the child became accustomed to sharing a tent with one of us - whoever had gotten the shortest straw. She...
Last updated: 28/09/2016 by DaisyWilson
A new school term approaches, but I am reluctant to buy into the notion of summer being over. Even though I wasn’t on holiday, it feels like a holiday to let sleeping children lie; to not rouse and rout them out of bed to morosely eat cereal and drag themselves onto school buses. It’s luxurious to not panic on Sunday evening about the school uniform, still unwashed, or to not spend three hours...
Last updated: 23/08/2016 by DaisyWilson
On one of the many beautiful blue sky days recently, I stood on our local beach with the four-year-old, surrounded by tourists and locals picnicking, swimming, sunbathing, paddling. It was an idyllic scene; beach umbrellas, toddlers coated in sun lotion and sand, skinny-legged kids jumping over the waves, the knowledge that lifeguards were watching over everyone and that, just beyond the sand...
Last updated: 26/07/2016 by DaisyWilson
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