“Daddy Bought a Cannon”

Posted on November 15th, 2011 -

Grocery Shopping for Farmer Nick

“Just off to get those few bits we need for dinner” was the last I heard. I should really have been a little suspicious when a quick trip to Asda took half the day with a friend in tow! To be fair he had been trying to convince me of the merits of a 4 wheel drive for towing heavy items up our hill for some time. Our little Ford focus does struggle with a trailer laden with Dotty our breading sow when she making her annual trip to visit her boyfriend. However cars are just not my thing so I really hadn’t paid much attention and just assumed they were adding car (window) shopping to their trip.

Returning home Nick was met by the children outside who didn’t need to be too observant to notice that far from a 4 wheel drive, or a car full of groceries, there was in fact an old cast iron war cannon precariously positioned in the boot of the old van.

“Daddy bought a Cannon!”

This was the cheerful scream from my children as they raced into the house to impart their news.

ME: “What do you mean, “Daddy bought a cannon?“”

Kids: ” It’s awesome Mum come and see”

Me: “What a toy?”

Kids: “No a real war one. It belonged to Napoleon; it says so on the side” 

At this point I turn down the hob, step into my wellies and follow the kids who are running ahead of me to the Farm shed. Well they are quite right. Turns out he had bid for it at the auctions earlier in the week – whilst looking for a washing machine for our laundry room! 

Our Kids exploring the Cannon"Take my picture Mummy""How does this bit work?"

 

Well doesn’t every Farm need a Cannon?

Slowly the penny drops and I begin to catch up with his thinking. We have some really exciting ideas for a new kiddies play area next year and I now see that an old Cannon could work out perfectly. To give him credit, it is impressive and hopefully will be worth splashing out on when the children are dressing up and acting out their games in ………….More on that next year! For now it will be staying in Nick’s Shed.

And my washing machine?

Well they didn’t have any last week, but there is another auction before Christmas. I wonder what that will hold! 

 

 

 


Listography

Posted on November 14th, 2011 -

My First Listography entry

From Kate Takes 5 – Top 5 Random Things I like. Following this one word of warning – “random is not ‘I like chocolate’ – that’s just not going to cut it round here. However ‘I like chocolate sauce with my chips’ is getting a bit warmer.”

  1. Watching our duck who behaves like a chicken! He has been brought up with them, funny as!
     
  2. Planning my day and blog posts whilst running. Best plans formed this way.
     
  3. Ice cream and custard.  A wonderful fusion of hot and cold!
     
  4. Flip flops in winter. They are just quick to put on!
     
  5. Carrying a large handbag, with very little inside.  No rummaging to find things and somewhere to store the “Mum please look after this” things’.

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Silent Sunday

Posted on November 13th, 2011 -

A Silent Sunday Tribute for Rembembrance Sunday

Sunday Parade from the Scouting Movement

Silent Sunday: As inspired by Mocha Beanie Mummy

 


Country Kids from Coombe Mill

Posted on November 12th, 2011 -

 Enjoying the Autumn sunshine with friends on the farm

 

Coombe Kids Rugby Special

 

Country Kids is all about promoting healthy outdoor play. Even just 20minutes of fresh air in a day makes for much calmer children in our house. Whether it is the park, the woods or the garden, I hope you will capture those moments and share them here.

 

Country Kids from Coombe Mill Farm Holidays Cornwall

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Mummy is shouting again!

Posted on November 12th, 2011 -

Are my Kids typical?

With 6 children in 6 years I suppose I have to expect a little banter, the odd fall out and a bit of possessiveness over toys. But when I signed up to 6 (OK not quite the right phrase) I really didn’t know what I was letting myself in for. As babies and toddlers the squabbles were mischievous and even endearing at times but underneath 

6 little monkeys and Grandpa

it all there was no doubt they adored one another. Tears and howls of “mummy” one minute were laughter and play again the next.  Some days were a joy and I can happily recount them playing for hours imaginary games, with soldiers and army teams, in dressing up clothes together or with friends. Happy days! Equally I remember feeling exasperated, permanently mediating and apologising to other parents for my children as they laid into one another with a thump, punch, scratch or bite. Disgraceful behaviour with much shouting and time out on the naughty step imposed from me, or a real talking to from Daddy (worse). 

I believed at the time that they would grow through this stage, that the playful squabbles would reduce and sensible polite young people would emerge. Either I was mad to imagine this or Nick and I have gone horribly wrong along the way somewhere with our parenting style!

Am I the Original Shouty Mummy?Shouty Mummy

I still have days when I feel I am endlessly nagging and shouting at one or another. Days when they just seem to team up and decide whose turn it is to goad me next. I can’t tell you how many times I wake up and say to myself, today I am going to be really patient with my children and understand and encourage them more. Then it all goes wrong even before they are even dressed for school!

Whose fault is it anyway?

If I am honest, when things kick off there is usually a reason.  Addressing the problem is always better than just shouting, but I am human too and it doesn’t always happen.  

Thank goodness for space!

Having the farm is my salvation. To me, the children are just like puppies. When they all become unreasonable or start play fighting in the house they all find themselves marched outside. A healthy run around and calm is restored. I have space to think and they have space to run off some pent up adrenalin. If I didn’t have the farm I would definitely make a point of taking them to a park or something for at least half an hour a day.  They often do this after school as well. Once everyone has calmed down I can assess what is behind the behaviour. Invariably it is one of the following, all of which are easy enough to sort but not always easy to identify at the time!A quick run around outside with a rugby ball

Top causes of sibling fighting in our home

  1. Tired children – Too many late nights from after school activities etc leaving them prone to pick at one another.
  2. Hungry – It is close to dinner time and Mummy is running late for any number of reasons! This seams to affect children so much more than adults.
  3. Lack of exercise or change of scene– I find indoor play at school on wet days the top culprit here.
  4. Finally me being tired! If I am tired then a playful squabble which is nothing serious can be blown out of proportion by me. Then I find myself shouting at them when it is really me who needs the time out!

 

How do you cope?

I would love to hear your thoughts, is it just my kids? How do you diffuse fractious fighting?

 

Play Fighting