Wait a Second…What? Some Nursery Rhymes are Questionable


I was reading Jacob some nursery rhymes from this book:

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Seems cute right? It’s filled with staples like the Incy Wincy Spider and Little Bo-Peep. And it even has some favourites like The Cat and the Fiddle.

Now, I remember singing some of these rhymes as a child and never questioning the words. For example, Rock-a-Bye Baby: “When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all.” Hmmmm. I have since changed the words to: “And Mom will catch baby, cradle and all.” Maybe I’ll resort back to the original story on future camping trips when I want to scare the kids.

Then I came across some even more weird ones. Like The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe. Again, I remember hearing this story numerous times as a kid, but today, this is my reaction to it:

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In case you haven’t read the original nursery rhyme, let me refresh your memory. Here is how it is written in this particular book:

There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe
She had so many children
She didn’t know what to do.
She gave them some broth
Without any bread;
She whipped them all soundly
And put them to bed.

How heart-warming right? Perfect story for the kid who resists bedtime. Obviously a lot of old children’s literature was written to help teach kids about manners and behaving. I get that. But it still shocks me as I read it out loud to Jacob. My voice starts off very animated and perky, but by the time I’m reading “without any bread” I’m slowing down, my voice becomes more hushed, and I find myself not wanting to finish because I can sense what’s coming…the whipping!

Then there’s Ladybird, Ladybird; about a ladybug:

Ladybird, ladybird,
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire and
Your children are gone,
All except one
And that’s little Ann,
For she crept under
The frying pan.

What? What? WHAT? I have no words. Just this other face:

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Hello, Friends! Yes, I’m Still Alive.


Excuse my absence, we’ve been busy…

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I can’t believe I haven’t written since September. There were dozens of fleeting moments when I had an idea for a post, but then life happened. Jacob is 18 months old now. So needless to say, he is on the move, and I am on the move after him – especially since he’s realized his love for toilets, and washing his hands in toilet water. Blerg. There goes the fight on germs.

This Christmas was outstanding! Jacob is old enough to understand what’s happening around him. It was so touching to see the wonder in his eyes when he’d gaze at the twinkling lights on the tree. Or when he finally caught on to the excitement of unwrapping presents. Kids really do bring out the magic of Christmas.

I hope you have all enjoyed your holidays and that the New Year is being good to you so far. You will be hearing from me more often as one of my resolutions this year is to NOT neglect writing. So let me know if there is anything specific you would like to hear about. Whether it’s more family recipes you’d like me to share, or if you want a product reviewed. And of course, I will always continue to write about my blunderings and embarrassing moments…like that time I waxed half my eyebrow off by accident.

Until next time! Keep things as sane as possible 😉

Cris

THANK YOU!!!


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Hello my loyal followers! I just wanted to take the time to say THANK YOU for following my blog posts, commenting with heartfelt messages and offering tips and advice. We celebrated Jacob’s first birthday last Sunday and I had a chance to look back on the past year.

I started Stay Sane Mommies when I was experiencing the terror of being a new mother. I needed somewhere to write down my feelings and share with other parents who were going through the same life change. I needed to be heard and comforted by the knowledge that I wasn’t alone.

Within a week of starting my blog I had over 500 followers and was so grateful to all the feedback and support I was getting. It’s so touching that you’re all willing to be so honest about your struggles; to let me and all my readers know that we’re not alone when it comes to our imperfections and worries.

From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU for helping this Mamma stay sane another day 🙂

With Love,

Cris

Lost & Found


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It’s only been a month into nice weather and we’ve lost two hats. When I place a baseball cap on Jacob’s head, he feels inclined to take it off and examine it. When he’s done, I’m guessing he tosses it over the stroller as we’re walking. How I don’t trip over it or see it fly out of the stroller, I have no idea.

It’s a mystery to me. I imagine the hat, laying lonely near a bush somewhere, wondering why it’s suddenly alone. Half way through the walk I realize Jacob’s hatless and smiling. He’s won the battle of the baseball cap again!

I bought him a new hat. This time, it has little straps that clasp under his chin. He looks like a little explorer. He also has a hard time getting this one off, for now at least. Recently I also got him a pair of sandals. On a trip to the mall I noticed one missing. Great! After twenty minutes of retracing our steps we found it neatly placed on a bench. Someone knew we’d be missing it, and put it in plain view. Thank you, Good Samaritan.

I wonder how many more things we’ll lose on our little adventures. How many of Jacob’s things will be lonely in a lost-in-found box in the future?

One more thing. When Jacob was a few months old, we went on a family outing. We packed his diaper bag with all the goods. But when we arrived home from our journey the diaper bag was nowhere to be found. Till this day, we have no idea what happened to it. Andrew thinks he must have temporarily put it on the hood of the car while we were packing Jacob and the stroller away. Then we drove away…

I’m guessing we’ll have many more stories like these in the future. What have you lost in the battle of packing and unpacking your children and ALL the items that go with ‘em?

Life’s Good


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I’ve been looking over my posts from the beginning. Most of them were written during what I refer to as “the dark days” of the first couple of months.

Nine months later, I can actually look back at them and smile. Relief floods over me as I thank God it got better. I remember thinking it never would. I felt like the sleepless nights and evenings of non-stop crying would last forever. Wow, how times have changed.

Today life’s full of giggles and play, strolls and messy meals, stories and songs, and lots of hugs and cuddles. What I’m trying to say is: it gets SO SO SO much better and fun. Once you have a routine set and get to know your little one’s needs, life becomes a little simpler.

The “dark days” seem like they weren’t so dark. And believe it or not, I’m already pining for another little baby. I want my family to grow even more. I’m forgetting how exhausting the first couple of months were, and instead, remember how easily Jacob fit into the crook of my arm and how he nestled his little head into my neck. At nine months, he’s already squirming out of my arms. Since he’s started crawling, he wants to break free from mummy’s grip and explore his world.

Every day I wonder what type of boy he’ll become. What kind of man he’ll grow into. I love watching him watch things. We have some potted plants on a wall shelf in the kitchen, and while he sits in his highchair as I feed him, he gazes at these plants with wonder. I forget sometimes that he’s seeing most things for the very first time. He’s so curious about everything. I’ve let him feel the leaves with his little fingers. At first he’s cautious and gentle, and then, he yanks a leaf off with fierceness so he can bring it where? To his mouth of course!

He’s becoming more aware of Pepper our cat and Chester our dog. They used to carefully sniff him when they could, and now that he’s crawling, they’re darting out of his way because they know he’ll be after their wagging tails. Right now, Jacob likes Pepper more. I think it’s because Pepper’s more his size whereas Chester towers over him. It melts my heart how close their all becoming. Jacob looks at them as toys right now, but as he gets older, he’ll love them like we do. The pets already love Jacob. I can see it when Pepper meows as he walks over to Jacob, purrs, and rubs his head over Jacob’s feet. And Chester will clumsily saunter over to Jacob on the exersaucer and stick his wet nose into Jacob’s neck, taking in the baby scent that’s already beginning to fade.

I love our little family. I’m glad the “dark days” are over, and I can finally say: it was all completely worth and I’ll do it all over again.