One moment my daughter is chatting and playing with her grandad, the next he’s been taken by ambulance to the hospital and never returns. Dealing with the death of a close family member is tough as a grown up but over the Easter break I’ve had the task of getting my three-year-old daughter to take on board what’s happened.
Months of being stuck inside are drawing to a close and we’ve been making use of our National Trust membership to rediscover nature with some fabulous days out.
One corner of High Wycombe is fast becoming a go-to destination for parents of preschool aged children.
I find play cafes to be a great fallback option during the cold and wet winter months when options for getting your little one to let off steam is limited. We’ve been fortunately to have had several local play cafes in what is a fairly rural area however I’ve been saddened to see two close in nearly as many weeks, meaning the search for new venues is on.
Take one grumpy preschooler who you have to get out of the door in an hour and cue the threenager tantrums… again and again. If Tilly were to diarise her morning it might look a but like this.
Not since Tilly finally got around to walking have I anticipated a stage in her development quite so much as her starting preschool. She’ll be socialising with peers, playing, learning and giving me some much needed time to get on top of everything else. After a tough year, I’m counting on it being the change I need to claw back some control from a toddler-led life.
This morning saw a dawning realisation that Tilly and I are nearing the end of an era. The days of playgroups are waning with pre-school looming large. Where did the time go?