The Dishwasher That Didn't Get Fixed

Our dishwasher broke in June. It didn't exactly break - it seems to work fine. It's just that it fuses everything else in the house while it's on. So, we stopped using it. We discussed replacing it or getting it fixed and meanwhile I bought a drying rack for the dishes.

Here we are 7 months later and it is still out of order. But now we are not thinking of replacing it. I actually don't mind washing up at all! It's pretty great to open the kitchen cupboards and find plates and dishes that are where they should be, ready to be used. It was kind of a novel concept for a while and now I am used to it. I don't mind the time spent washing up, it's kind of peaceful, with music on. I will also admit to a bit of Netflix with my laptop perched where I can see it, at minimum safe splash distance. 

I remember getting our very first dishwasher as a kid. It felt like the absolute height of luxury. We had the reached the pinnacle of civilisation and nothing would ever top this! Then as a young married couple we bought a half sized one with some redundancy money Andy got, after he got a new job, I hasten to add. When the boys were babies our full sized dishwasher seemed permanently full of bottles and small fiddly bowls and tiny spoons. And, of course, in true marital rows cliche, according to Andrew, I am hopeless at stacking the dishwasher. He approaches it with a Tetris mindset, whereas I just want the stuff off the kitchen counter and out of sight.

My parents used to highlight washing up in their marriage guidance teaching as a great time to chat, to sort through any disagreements or catch up on each others' days. Also a great time to talk to kids without them feeling trapped in parental spotlights, if there are any little topics that need attention. It's something that has gradually been eroded. Yet the dishwasher doesn't really give you that time back in any constructive way - it creates a new chore, but without the same opportunity for conversation. This isn't meant to be an anti-tech post - there are many labour saving devices in the home that I wouldn't be without for even a week! But the dishwasher? We decided to try and do without.


Mostly Andrew and I have been washing up since then. But this month, our calendar had a specific instruction for us - see above! Better yet, Matthew was very taken with the idea! So, I decided that the boys were old enough to help, without smashing all the crockery. I washed, Matthew dried and Adam put things away, with supervisory guidance for both boys from Andrew to avoid sharp knife or wine glass incidents.

I have memories of many such times as a child - my sister and I used to bicker about who got to put away instead of drying up, as the former seemed like the easier chore somehow. On the other hand, my husband was never asked to do anything in the home, his Mum did all of the chores. This calendar prompt seemed like a good time to start the boys off with a daily chore that is communal and makes them aware that the family team has to work together to get stuff done in the house.

As the calendar was quite strict in demanding dancing and singing, we made a play list for the event and it was great! The boys both got stuck in and it was all surprisingly quick! And it was fun. Adam's bum wiggles while at the cutlery drawer were really quite spectacular and Matthew turned out to be a dab hand with the tea towel.

Although, on reflection,  the inclusion of Jump Around in the playlist may have been a mistake. Firstly, it kind of contradicts one of the other songs, and it also may not be the best accompanying music to primary school children holding plates. But we had beginner's luck, I guess! No breakages... 

It was such a success overall, that yesterday, Adam turned to me eagerly after dinner: 'Mummy, Mummy, can we do that thing where we sing and dance and wash up and clean?' Why, yes, son, we can! What a great idea! He also earnestly suggested few new songs for the list. Meanwhile after breakfast today I started rinsing off the cereal bowls only to be reprimanded sternly that I wasn't playing the washing up music. Matthew pointed this out, while picking up the tea towel, without even being asked to! Yes, really, without being asked. Talk about a parenting win!

This may be a blip and a short term parental windfall. The hope is that the kids will get into the habit during the time they still think of this as fun. The calendar will be there for the whole month and the eldest at least will consider this a strict instruction for the whole of January. The true test will be February! Here's to dry, chapped hands and happy conversations - best trade off ever!

Hats

The main reason that I haven't blogged for over 6 months, is that I have been stretched to the max, busy busy busy. Many days I have felt like a juggler, so many balls in the air - so many things to remember to do, people to call, things to get.  It can be draining! And this busy-ness, the hamster wheel of the to do list, is the theme of this blog.

As of almost exactly a year ago, I became self-employed. In theory, I work about 15 hours a week. Some weeks that is about right, others it's definitely far too low an estimate. And for the most part, this work takes place at home. Alongside this I have the usual housewife stuff to manage: laundry, planning, buying and preparing food, cleaning etc. Then the Mum stuff is there too of course: school runs, lunch boxes, homework, playdates...  The '... ' is there because that list is kind of endless. You don't get to the end of a day and clock off being a Mum!

Multitasking becomes the norm: I send work emails and texts while standing at the school gates, or I catch up on work while I should just be relaxing and watching tv in the evening, or I supervise homework while I am cooking dinner, keeping an eye on my work Facebook account and preparing lunch boxes. 

Many parents, Mums especially, deal with this all the time, every day. Multi-tasking is said to be something females are good at, but there is research out there, which suggests that multitasking endlessly is not remotely efficient and can end up damaging your mental health and causing huge stress. One of the reasons this applies especially to Mums is that many of their tasks are related to or witnessed by others, like the housework. I can see this - if I choose not to complete a work task, I can make allowances. If I don't get the laundry done, there will eventually be naked children and a cross husband.

This isn't meant to be a list of my busy-ness and a 'woe is me' post. But increasingly, it has become clear to me that I am coping, but not thriving, with all of this. I wouldn't say my mental health is suffering, but I can see that there has to be an easier way to get everything done. The biggest pressure comes from the fear that sets in when I worry that I have forgotten something. Perhaps I seem organised as I always have a list on me, but it is constantly being added to, not in a planned way, but as things occur to me, in a mild panic. I get home from dropping the kids to school, stand in the hall and know I have about 25 things to do. How do I decide what happens first? I end up stopping and starting each task and things take longer than they need to, which only adds to the sense of rush and pressure.  It all gets done, but at what cost?

The cost is generally grumpiness and tiredness - most of which is displayed as snappy and impatient retorts to the kids. They are uncomplaining recipients of the downside of all this juggling and I can see that I am missing opportunities to just hang out with them. It's going by so fast - I now live with an 8 year old and a 6 year old - when did that happen? I want them to look back and remember me as fun and approachable, not busy and stressed.

New year, time for a change. I didn't set out to make a big New Year's resolution about this. It has just been dawning on me that I wasn't organised at all in the lead up to Christmas, and it took me about 6 weeks from the end of August to get my head around my boys' schedule once they were back at school. A chat with my Mum on Saturday set a big alarm off in my head about how I am managing and, thankfully, showed me a clear path to fixing this.

I should at this point say that my Mum is amazing! She has developed a great teaching about the busy-ness of life and how to make it all work. It's really all about hats. Yes, hats.

How many hats do you wear? I worked out that I wear 12.  I am a Mum, wife, Slimming World Consultant, friend, church member, housewife, person, daughter, sister, childminder etc, all the way to 12. Incidentally, if you have more than 12 hats, it might be time to rethink things as that's not really sustainable in terms of the burden of time and responsibility required of one person. 

The next step was a pie chart to help me work out what chunk of my time needs to go to each hat. And then I took time to plan out my week, allocating the time I need to each hat over the week. 

This might sound really over the top and silly. And as I am posting it here, it is a very diluted version of the full teaching as my Mum gives it, or even of the conversation we had. But, the main thing is that I have, genuinely, seen an immediate effect. Yesterday, I allocated from 3-5 to spend getting housey stuff ready for the whole back to school rush this morning. At 2:45 Matthew wanted some attention from me. Because I knew I had the time booked, instead of telling him I was busy and had loads to do, I said: 'We can do something together for 15 minutes, what do you want to do?' All he wanted was a chat! He showed me some of what he has made on his Christmas present - it's a kind of computer to teach kids how to do coding and programming - and chatted away. I understood about 3 out of every 10 words, but he was delighted with the attention. And, sadly, it highlighted that I have not been doing this, I have been missing opportunities to spend time with this boy, who will be a teenager before I know it and not looking for time with me in the same way.

This morning I got back from the school run and stood in the hall and had a plan ready to enact. I knew I had 2 hours to really attack the housework. I did so with purpose, gusto and loud music. What motivated me hugely is knowing that at 11, I would head out for me time - and I did. I could have done more housework, cause when is that ever actually finished? But I had planned to have time for me, the person, not the Mum, the consultant, the housewife, the anything, but just Sarah. I had a great walk, came home and had lunch, read and felt fantastic. This afternoon is Mum time and tomorrow is mostly Consultant time. And on Sunday I will need to make a new plan to be who I need to be at the right time throughout next week.

It's early days and this might not last. But so far, I am inspired! My list of jobs didn't get any smaller, but my turmoil shrank considerably and I am excited to start 2015 with a clearer sense of all my tasks and responsibilities. And I've always liked hats - maybe I could wear different one for each role? Or I might just stick with the one that my amazing friend Helen gave me. I have been told it looks a bit Downton on me. You know, maybe that's the actual solution: get servants.

The I'm Bored Jar 2014 Style

The I'm Bored Jar is amazing! A school friend suggested the idea and the boys have loved it. The rules are: if anyone says 'I'm Bored!' they must take something from the jar and complete the task it sets them. The risk is that you HAVE to do what it says - one friend said she loved the Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans element of risk and danger. And so do the kids.

Towards the end of term, it became apparent that the Jar hadn't really kept up with the boys and it was time to update and refresh the chores and tasks.

So, Facebook was consulted, Pinterest was ransacked and my brain went into overdrive. Many suggestions were great, but kind of missed the point. Ideally, the tasks will be things that the kids can get on with more or less unsupervised and with minimal adult input. This is because they will almost always suddenly appear and claim boredom JUST when you are at the crucial stage of cooking dinner, or about to phone the bank. So, suggestions that imply dropping everything and doing something WITH the kids, are for another day.  

The jar is meant to give us relaxed and happy days at home, without the expectation of organised and often expensive entertainment being laid on. At the same time, I can't expect my boys to just hang around randomly, not without expecting a LOT of squabbling and grumpiness anyway. And of course, they can just zoom around on bikes, and call for their friends and I will bring them to the playground etc. But, as I am now doing a lot of work from home and learning day by day how this will work now the kids are around all day, the jar will be crucial to a sane and happy Summer!

We now have a fully stocked jar, with loads of ideas suited to the age and stage of the 2 Keene-lings. 

 If you have a 7 or 5 year old boy, then this list could save your Summer. Many of these are easily adaptable for other ages and interests also, I am sure. For example, I mind 2 great kids every Thursday and the 9 year old girl pulled something out of the jar last week: write a letter to your favourite football player.  How unimpressed was she!  And how quickly did she change to being unbelievably impressed when I suggested she write to one of the boys from One Direction instead!!! She was soooo excited and wrote a letter worthy of a reply, while literally bouncing up and down in her seat.  I absolutely love the intense use of capitals and my favourite bit is where she tells Harry to 'send the lads a hug from me!', as though she has known them all very well for years! We looked up the band's management company and the letter has been posted. I hope Harry Stiles does get it and write back... If he does, minimum safe distance required due to the screaming that will ensue, or she might not be able to speak at all for a month. Either way, it would be pretty amazing!

So, here is the list - it remains open to new suggestions and ideas!

• choose a lego project and make it
• empty waste paper baskets
• look at your baby pictures
• make a playlist on Spotify
• make a card for anna and owen
• choose a famous football player and write to them, or draw them a picture
• draw a minecraft map, that you can make next time you play it
• choose a lego project and make it
• make a marble run
• make a road and train track
• paint a rainbow
• check the dryer and empty it if it is full
• go through the football magazines and throw away any that are too torn and ripped
• go through your money box and count what is in there
• go through all your socks and check they fit and all have a pair
• go through the craft book, pick a craft and make a list of what we need
• pick an activity book from Adam’s room and do 3 pages of it
• pick a recipe that you want to make and make a list of what you need
• choose a Bible story and draw a picture of it
• clear out the church bag completely
• make a sign that could go on your bedroom door
• choose a scene from Harry Potter and draw a picture of this
• wash the car
• cycle or scoot around Broomhall Glen and back home
• go through your pyjamas and check that they fit
• check your bedroom: pick everything off the floor and put it in the right place
• do a jigsaw puzzle
• go through the cars in the big blue box and throw away any broken ones
• go through the colours and check if any are broken and throw them away
• clean the toilet and sink in your bathroom
• write a news broadcast and video yourself giving the news. Tell least 3 news stories
• hoover mummy’s car
• write a short story, which must include the words: apple, frog and helicopter
• do a bumpy hand drawing (get Mummy to show you on Pinterest)
• make up a new superhero: give him a name, draw a costume and choose his 3 superpowers and draw his enemy too
• get Mummy to write a really long word and see how many shorter words you can make from it
• make a road track on the decking or in your room with masking tape
• make a fort and have a snack inside it
• make up a secret code and write a message to Mummy telling her what you’d like for dinner tomorrow
• make a pirate treasure map and see if Daddy can find the treasure you have hidden when he gets home
• Ask Mummy for the Letter Walk plate and go for it
• see if Mummy or Daddy have an old appliance that they will let you take apart
• choose a piano piece to practise so you can play a duet with Daddy when he gets home 
• Design and build an obstacle course for your brother to do, and maybe parents too
• Choose a Formula 1 Driver and write to them
• Design a football strip for Southampton 
• Practise level 6 flips on the trampoline
• water the garden with water from the butt - use watering can, don’t forget pot at the front
• go through yellow snack box, throw away any empty boxes or anything that has gone off 
• make a magic potion in the garden 
• go around the house and check for any cups or mugs to put in the dishwasher
• choose a story to read out loud and record yourself reading it
• go round the house and pick up all the books not in a book case and put them in the right rooms
• design the invitation to your birthday party later this year
• Choose a loom band design to make and make a new bracelet
• time yourself running a lap of the garden and then try and better your time
• Take a pencil for a walk on a piece of paper and then colour in the shapes: no pieces touching each other can be the same colour
• look in the recycling bin and use whatever you can find to make a rocket
• pull up all the weeds from the side of the driveway
• rearrange your bookcase by colour, to make a rainbow of the book spines
• rearrange your bookcase by author, alphabetically
• design and make a monster mask
• Think of 3 other ideas for the I’m Bored Jar!
• Add any football cards or stickers to the right albums if not yet stuck in

Tiny Surfers: Internetiquette for Kids and Parents

'Mummy, can I please be on Instagram?' If this had been a scene from a sit com, I would have spat a mouthful of tea across the kitchen at this point. My 7 year old wants to be on Instagram? Wait, my 7 year old has heard of Instagram and wants to post pictures? WHAT? Why? How?

It is truly astonishing how much kids pick up about things they don't actually use or have direct contact with. We must refer to things all the time, like our Facebook status, or sending email, that we don't really register as being taken in by little ears.

My friend got an iPad the other day and by the time she got to it in the evening, her 7 year old son had downloaded all her apps from her iTunes account, except for Facebook, '... cause I wasn't sure what your email address was...' 

We got both boys fairly cheap tablets that Andy picked up in Malaysia when he was there for work. Matthew took his and got started with some of the games that Andrew had preloaded. But within minutes he turned to me: 'Can I send messages to Jack on this?' And then: 'Can I have a password so no one else can go on this?' That would be a big fat NO to both of those questions! But we were surprised that he thought to ask them...

There is also a PlayStation in the living room and I was taken aback to come in and see Adam, 5, playing a match with 'some guy.' Um, pardon? Who? How? My solution to that one was to just turn the bloody thing off and to alter the access settings. Thankfully Adam was pretty freaked out by this and won't be trying this again - mainly cause the guy was thrashing him in their FIFA match...

Although we knew of course that we had to work hard to stay ahead of the kids in terms of technology, we had thought we would have a bit more of a cushion before they were snapping at our heels. And this is from a pretty IT savvy family. Andy works full time in IT and I am not frightened of it myself. But I have already had to hand my phone over to Matthew, when he was 6, so that he could find a particular app that I couldn't. And the boys discovered how to get onto YouTube through the PlayStation before I even knew that was any kind of an option.

We are helping out at a Parenting Course at the moment and the bulk of the course is dvd presentations from a great couple who are full of practical, realistic, loving and helpful advice. Last week's session was all about boundaries and they touched on the area of screen time and added the usual advice around kids' security on computers: keep the family computer in a central area in the home and then you can monitor what the kids are doing online. However, that is really quite outdated as advice goes as things have changed so rapidly in this arena. Now it is a matter of everyone being on their own devices, or perhaps multiple devices at the one time.


So, what's the best advice for a family with young kids? Here are the 4 main things I think it's worth taking into account:

1. Screen Time: limit this! Establish a culture whereby your kids ask you before they use technology and know that they have a certain time per day to play on screens. See also: http://sarahkeene.blogspot.ie/2013/07/screen-sanity.html

2. Have the conversation with your kids about the internet. In the same way we all find the right time and words to discuss Stranger Danger, the topic needs to be extended to the web. 'Never give your real name on websites', 'How to make a good password' etc. And set up the conversation to prepare them for the day when they come across something that you'd rather they not find online. Cause they will. Realistically, you can't stop that from happening - but you can influence what they choose to do next. 

3. Media Stacking is the snazzy term used for using more than one device at a time: watching Netflix while playing on a tablet and texting too. There is some thought that kids using technology in this way are losing the ability to focus on one thing at a time and that this is affecting the attention they can really give to films, books or other activities. I am not sure what I think of this, but it's an interesting idea and worth keeping an eye on.

4. Look at the devices that they use. There are actually a lot of settings on tablets and games consoles that implement security. Alright, today's kids will probably be able to circumvent these by the time they are 8 and  a half, but it's worth trying! And there are also a lot of great apps out there for parental controls. The best one I have found is Norton Family Security. It's great - you can tailor each child's access as you register them with this service. There is a free element to this, and then you can choose to pay as you need more detailed and specific requirements. It's well worth a look and fairly easy to set up. https://onlinefamily.norton.com/familysafety/nofToGo.fs The main thing I like about it, is that its number 1 recommendation for parents is that they have an open and evolving conversation with their kids about their online activities, thus bringing us neatly back to points 1 and 2.

It can feel very overwhelming, especially if you aren't at all techy. And very quickly terms like cyber bullying start to get chucked about, which can escalate fear and panic around this whole issue. I firmly believe that starting this conversation with your young children, who probably already know more than you realise they do, will give you a better chance of protecting them as they get older. I am not naive enough to think that my boys won't find porn or get silly or abusive messages from their friends as they get older. But I can give them a decent foundation in internetiquette, and hope this will help them negotiate this whole minefield, which is only going to grow in their lifetime.


One key message to take from this:  have the conversation with your kids, about safety, about screen time and keep this conversation open and developing as they get older. But, also, make friends with a tame geek and give them cake and beer at regular intervals so they can help you with this. I took this to the next level and married one. Now you know why I bake so often...

If Anyone Asks, We Are A Nice Normal Family

The first time I blithely agreed to play cards with Andrew and some assorted relatives, I didn't realise I was opening myself up to grave censure and critique. I thought we were going to play cards. But, as it turned out, we were going to Play Cards - something that was done nearly every Sunday and where an enormous amount of unspoken expectations and rules came quietly into play without me knowing this. Probably without anyone else knowing it as well, as they all just had an innate sense of this as 'the normal way' to play cards and 'the way we do things on Sundays'.

It was the first and last time I played cards with any Keenes-in-law or family branches thereof!  Not realising there were sacred rituals involved, I trampled all over them and was looked at aghast, like a cultural outcast, or at the very least, a fairly stupid person. Not that anyone there realised that's how they were looking at me, or how they made me feel! 

Any given family has their own family culture, whether they realise this or not. Values, norms, rituals and traditions are part of any household and shape the members accordingly.  Often you don't realise you are part of a very specific micro culture in your family. I guess kids assume that their family is the same as most others and that the way things are expressed or done in their house is the 'normal' way. Those first few playdates or sleepovers will soon change that...


When you end up in a relationship with someone and meet their family, it's probably the first time you are seeing another family really close up.  I was 19 when Andrew and I started going out and 20 when I first went to stay with his folks for a few nights. He was the same age when he came over to Holland to stay with us that first summer we were together. It's weird to feel quite close to someone and then to see them in their most familiar environment when you are beginning to establish your own mini culture together as a couple. It definitely helped us get to know each other better and understand some of each other's idiosyncrasies and assumptions.

One of my relatives-in-law was a good bit older when he became part of the family. He has opted not to really get to know or stay with anyone. There are some days I think he might have the right idea! On the other hand, it's part of who we all are, our family culture, for good or for bad, whether there was ever an intentional culture or not; or just a sense of 'this is how things are' and you only found out later that this was actually only true in your house.

The games that drove Andrew mad in my family home were all word related: Word and Question, Fold Over and Consquences were big favourites with us and I couldn't wait to introduce him to them. Well, he did NOT enjoy them and was made to feel equally foolish and as much of an outsider as I had with the cards scenario. There is a certain amount of writing and even rhyming in those games that just frustrated him and felt like work rather than a game.

So, very early on in our marriage, we made a solemn pact: he never has to play word games with my family and I never have to play cards with his. I am not saying this is the main reason we have been together for nearly 20 years, but it's definitely helped!

And now we get to create our own family culture! It's one of those things you might not know you have until you hear your kids jabbering away to their friends or their friends' parents and see the confusion and bewilderment on their faces. Then you realise you have normalised something that they now assume is universal, but no one else is really interested in!

A big part of Andrew's family culture is music. Both he and his sister played in the Hampshire County Youth Orchestra and this was a massive part of his teenage years. Play any piece of classical music and Andrew will more than likely have played it in some concert or band or other. When Matthew was born, Andrew's folks both said 'I wonder what he'll play', as one of their very first comments on meeting their grandson. It's a huge value to them, clearly.  Which is why it's exciting that Matthew has just started piano lessons, 5 weeks ago. After a good start, we had a dodgy week, after which I had to sit him down and explain why yawning loudly and incessantly for 30 minutes of the lesson was not very polite and why I was mortified listening in from the corridor. Bless him, he got the message and has been doing really well.

One of my favourite family memories is time spent at the dinner table playing: 'Think of a Question.' Mam and Dad used to ask us all kinds of questions!  Dad would generally go for general knowledge and the news headlines and Mam might get us to list our 5 favourite something or other. Capital cities, prime ministers, historical figures - all part of dinner time.  I remember fun, happy mealtimes, including some where we laughed so much that my sister fell off her chair. There was of course the memorable dessert flinging episode as well...  In my mind, this is linked to family question time; although the spoonful of pudding that my sister flung directly at my dad wasn't actually in answer to a question, it was definitely something that shaped our family culture and has gone down as a key family moment. As has his spoonful chucked right back at her. Ah, memories...

Imagine my delight when I went to collect the boys from a meal at Opa and Oma's house, to find they had been playing 'Hard Questions' at the dinner table. This has very quickly become a ritual whenever they are eating with Opa, especially. There is maths, there is geography, there is football knowledge and there is a load of fun and encouragement. It's brilliant!  The other night, I was blown away by some of the stuff the boys knew, or by watching them work out things they might not have known already. This is a wee culture they have with their grandparents and it is beautiful to see!

As for our family culture, it is partly just an organic process, but also one we need to be intentional in shaping. At the moment, it is drawing heavily on Angry Birds and Star Wars for its cultural references.  I would like to think we can up the standard soon - although I am quite proud to know as much as I do about Piggy Island, Pig Troopers and Ham Solo.

Ghosts, Ghouls and Lollipops

Halloween is almost here!

At the age of 38, I am about to have my very first experience of Trick or Treating.  Even though Matthew is already 7, we have so far managed to avoid the whole scenario, by claiming he was too young, or by being away over the midterm break.  But this year, the boys are both old enough to know all about it, to assume they will be going out and receiving vast quantities of sweets and we are here for the week off.  So, that's that.

When we first lived in Ireland, we were surprised by how big a deal Halloween was.  Unless I was extremely unobservant at the time, I don't remember any houses in England being decorated at the start of October in the lead up to Halloween.  I don't really remember shops or cafes being done up either.  I may be completely wrong about this - it is worth pointing out that we didn't have kids then, so the whole thing would have potentially passed me by.  It's amazing how differently you end up seeing the world when you keep having to interpret it for sharp eyed, inquisitive little boys. So perhaps there was a Halloween buzz in the UK, or maybe there is more so now as American TV culture is increasingly everywhere. I certainly don't remember it even being mentioned in Holland. 

But over here, it is EVERYWHERE!  There are loads of houses on our road that are draped in cobwebs and have skeletons hanging from the doorposts.  In one particularly tasteful case, there are severed limbs poking out of the letter box. Yesterday, heading into a cafe, a massive spider swung towards me as I went in - and skeletons leered at us from the counter as we sipped our drinks.

We have run out of sweets every year - heaps of kids come to the door!  I always insist on knowing who is looking after them before I give them the sweets; you'd be surprised how many quite young kids are going house to house in the dark, relatively unsupervised. It's always a bit of a shock to open the door to a green faced zombie or a pale vampire! Especially one that is high on sugar and roaring 'TRICK OR TREAT' at you.

Certainly, the haul of sweets is all that the kids are thinking about!  They have buckets ready for Thursday and are really excited.  It will be the one time that getting them out for a walk round the estate really won't be an issue, compared to the battle on a lovely sunny day when Andy and I feel we could all do with some fresh air and have to bribe and cajole them out the door.  But a walk in the cold, dark October evening? Let's go... 

They seem quite taken with the decorations all over the place and were disappointed that we weren't going to decorate our house. Apart from the fact that it would seem like a bit of a waste of money to me, I really wasn't keen to decorate the house.  Although at least I can leave those cobwebs for another while - you know, those real actual ones that I didn't pay for.  I tried to explain to Matthew that we decorate the house for things we want to celebrate, like birthdays and Christmas.  But Halloween is really about scary things and we don't want to celebrate being scared really....  He was a bit nonplussed and I think he thought I was just making up a random answer.  Well, I was...  But it's true really!  

I am certainly not squeamish about scary things - one of my favourite tv programmes is Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which is wall to wall demons and goblins.  And I am a huge Harry Potter fan. Yet, something about this full on explosion of witches and skeletons is very off putting and I find myself a bit uncomfortable with it.

Perhaps it's because of the kids. It's one thing for me to watch Buffy or read Harry Potter and enjoy the battle of good vs evil. But here it seems it's just about 'the evil'. We spent a good portion of the morning looking for costumes for the boys and every shop had the option of: skeletons, witches, devils or vampires.  Where were the cowboys? Or the astronauts?  Why did everything have to be so icky?  

Plenty of people see it as harmless fun and really don't see why there would be a problem with dressing a kid up as a demon or a ghost.  Perhaps it depends on your wider belief system and whether or not you ascribe any truth to the concept of the supernatural.  If you don't believe there is such a thing as devils, then it amounts to the same thing as dressing up as a smurf, I suppose - 2 things that don't exist.  

I know of one family whose child was in Crumlin Children's Hospital for many months as he battled cancer. He eventually made a great recovery.  While they were there, Halloween came around and they were horrified with the gruesome decorations that went up.  They felt that putting up decorations of skulls and ghouls - things effectively associated with death - in a ward where children were genuinely fighting for survival, was contradictory and in poor taste. I don't know to what extent they actually felt the images would have a wider or negative impact on the children, but they certainly felt it was inappropriate and complained to hospital management.  They were heard, but the hospital management's view was that they felt it was important to keep the kids connected to what was going on in the outside world as they were stuck in the ward, missing out on all that their friends and classmates were experiencing.  I can see both points of view, but I tend to side with the family.  I am sure they could have found friendly pumpkin decorations rather than going for the macabre.

The boys were keen to be ghosts and I had more or less caved and was going to cut up a sheet and paint their faces white.  But I wasn't happy with it - I just don't see the attraction or need for them to dress up as something linked to death. That may seem hyperbolic and over-dramatic on my part - but there you go. I should of course have been the ultimate Pinterest Mum and run up a home made costume or two, but the last time I used a sewing machine, it caught fire.  And there was no Buffy-like demonic involvement - that's just how bad I am at sewing.  Eventually, we found one shop that had a brilliant range of all kinds of costumes and I am pleased to report that I will be taking Finn McMissile and a Ninja Trick or Treating on Thursday. 

Of course the truly frightening thing about Halloween is that once it's over, it genuinely won't be long until those same houses that are now draped in cobwebs and pumpkins, will start uncoiling the flashing lights and the whole street will turn into a Christmas disco wonderland. Then it will be time to make the lists and get on with the Christmas shopping.  Now that's scary...

Love and Kids and Silly People

Friends of ours have just set off today on the adventure of a lifetime - they are about to become parents!  But in this case, they don't have the heart stopping, pain filled, crazed ride to Holles Street to contend with. They have headed to the airport and away to meet their little boy for the first time. Equally heart stopping, no doubt. He will return with them in a few weeks, and they will begin life here as a family.

When we met them, Matthew was 8 months old and they were already a few years into their adoption process.  Matthew turned 7 this month, and they are only now getting to put the last pieces of this into place.  There have been years of paperwork, waiting on phone calls, social worker visits, care plans and any number of meetings and rubber-stamping, all with the aim of proving they will be good parents and can adopt a child. 

Of course I accept that children can't just be handed out to people who say they want to adopt with no due process or care.  But it surely doesn't need to take this long?  And how can any of us prove we will be good parents, really?  If I had been asked for a care plan or had to meet a social worker before I had kids, how would they have assessed me? If a social worker came and saw me now, I would like to think I as doing ok.  But only in the same way as most parents are; one day and one mistake at a time. 

I am not sure I could devise a better system. But I do know that this one isn't great and is delaying a lot of great people from being parents and keeping children in homes and institutions for longer than needed. 

A few weeks ago, I met a lady I hadn't seen since her daughter and Matthew were in a toddler group together. Her daughter was adopted, and at the time, she had many health issues.  There were endless allergies, medications and hospital visits and it was all quite stressful. It was great to see what a healthy, lovely girl she is now and to hear that most of those issues have settled down. The most serious concern was that she has a hole in her heart. I can't tell you how shocked I was when my friend told me that some people had actually asked her: 'If you had known she had a heart condition, would you have adopted her?'

WHAT? Matthew could just as easily have been born with a heart condition. If that was the case, can you imagine anyone asking me if I planned to keep him? No, they wouldn't dream of it.  Which makes an adoptive parent facing this question just utterly scandalous. It's implying that the bond between adopted kids and their non biological parents is less valid somehow, less true. How can anyone claim this to be the case?

Years ago, when the boys were tiny, I found the 'bounty' parenting website very helpful.  It can be very isolating to be with newborns and toddlers all day and I enjoyed the interaction on the forums, and the support and encouragement that people gave each other.  However, I remember one thread where an argument broke out around the issue of whether parents who had their kids by IVF loved their children more.  Seriously.  Those who agreed with this said that unless you had gone through the process of IVF, you could never know what it takes and that the love they felt for their kids was somehow deeper and more precious because of all they had gone through to have them. The deeper the agony they went through, the deeper the love they now felt, or so they argued.

Well, I haven't gone through IVF, so I can't speak from experience.  And I am not trying to downplay the heartache and trauma that is IVF. But I can tell you what I think - which is that that is utter drivel.  How anyone thinks they can claim they have more love for something than someone else does, for their children of all things as well.... Love is not quantifiable in that way, surely? They love their kids  to the power of 15 cause they had IVF and I can only reach 12 maybe?  What about families that may have had one kid by IVF and others without? And where does that leave adoptive parents? Lower cause they're not biologically linked? Higher cause they've probably gone through more stress, worry and pain to get to be a family at all? If this logic is followed through, then my friends' son will be the most loved child ever in the universe, as all the waiting, hoping, despair and heartache finally culminates in their meeting him.

Loving your kids isn't about how much you love them. It's about unconditionally loving them. And unconditional can't be measured. There's an un- in front of it - measure that! It's about loving them even when you are having a bad day, or they tell you they don't love you or they get piercings and silly haircuts. And a whole lot more, for every single day that follows. How can someone claim they love their child more unconditionally than someone else does theirs? 

They can't - it's not possible.  And no loving parent, no matter how they became a parent, should ever feel the need to justify or prove their love for their child.