First Visit to the Dentist

The youngest hit a milestone the other day. He had his first official visit to the dentist, where he got to sit in the big dentists chair. I say first official because he has been before but he was only seen along on my appointment and it was last year when he was two. This time he had his own appointment and it was only him that was being seen by the dentist.

It was a struggle to get him to leave the house, first as we had not long been in from school and he was enjoying himself playing in the garden and secondly he said he was hungry and didn’t want to go anywhere until he had eaten. The latter was the problem. When Oliver is hungry he needs to eat straight away as he becomes very irritable and doesn’t stop moaning for food.

First he asked for a yoghurt, I refused. Then he wanted a slice of cake, I refused. I explained to him that the Dentist doesn’t want to look inside his mouth if it is full of food. Finally he pinched a spearmint polo from my handbag and placed it into his trouser pocket and said “I’ll have this than and eat it later!”

I thought that maybe I could distract him from the polo on the way to the Dentist. It was only a ten minute walk away. Surely he would forget it was there.

We walked to the Dentist and we talked about what the Dentist would do when he got there, his older brothers reassured him that there was nothing to worry about and Oliver seemed to be excited about going. As we arrived the older boys waited outside and played football on the green, Oliver and I went in to the reception area. It was empty. All the staff immediately faced towards Oliver and started to talk to him. Oliver being the shy little boy that he is (not normally) hid under the chairs in the waiting room and wouldn’t come out. Anyone would have thought he was seeing the Demon Dentist. I saw his hand go towards his mouth, He surely isn’t is he! YES he did! He had placed the polo in his mouth and began to crunch down on it. Everyone thought it was funny as he came out from under the chair and said “Now the Dentist can’t see me because I have a polo in my mouth” I felt so bad, as there we are sitting in a Dentist and my son is eating sweets!

Oliver was a little apprehensive at first but after a little chat with the Dentist, he was ok. She explained to him that she just wanted to count all of his teeth. After a little cuddle from Mummy he sat in the chair all by himself.

Open wide
Open wide

He did everything the Dentist asked of him, he opened his mouth so wide I thought he was going to eat her!

After scraping away some of the polo from the teeth he was given the big thumbs up. All of his teeth are strong and healthy with no sign of any damage. Thank god! He does have a sweet tooth

He was given a big sticker and proudly wore it all the way home. 🙂



Learning to Ride a Bike

Over the past couple of weeks, my son Oliver who is 2 has been learning to ride his bike with stabilisers. Oliver is quite small for his age, with little legs so it has only been lately that he has been able to reach the pedals.

Oliver has a balance bike and also a scuttle bug which he is very good on, but as he has grown his legs are just a little too big to be running along and pushing himself so we dug out his older brothers first bike for him to have a go on.

The bike is very special, it was bought 9  years ago for his eldest brother Jak for his first bike and then it was passed down to Joseph, who also learnt to ride on it and now it is Oliver’s turn to learn to ride on the same bike. It’s lasted well throughout the years as we have looked after it, it has very little rust and still looks new. We have lowered down the handle bars and seat as far down as it can go so that Oliver’s feet can now reach the pedals as they go all the way round.

At first Oliver turned the pedals with his feet backwards but he soon learnt that it wasn’t going to get anywhere by doing that so with a bit of guidance on how to push the pedal he was off, slowly, very slowly but he was definitely making ground.


First time

Last weekend I took him on his bike to the local shop which is only about 5 minutes walk away, it took us about 20 minutes to get there and back but we made it with only one little accident, and after a little magic kiss on the knee he was soon back on and riding his bike.

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Oliver does tend to not look where he his going as he is concentrating on pushing the pedals with his feet, he keeps looking down and not forward but he is learning fast. He understands that he needs to turn the handle bars when he is close to a hedge and also not to go near to kerb. As he cycles along he says to himself  ‘Ooh there is a fence there, must turn away, I have to turn my bike’ Bless him!

Are you teaching your child to ride a bike? How are you getting on?

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Ditching Nappies

Since my last post on how we decided to tackle potty training, the little fella has come on leaps and bounds.

He has been completely dry, day and night, only having the odd accident when he has been asleep in the afternoon.

I am still putting him to sleep wearing a night time pull up but he will not wee in it. Instead he wakes me up in the middle of night with distressing noises and when I ask him if he is ok he tells me he needs a wee. The pull ups that he wears are ones that have pictures on the front that disappear once wet and because he likes to look at the picture he will not wee in them. The first thing he does once he is awake in the morning is too check his pull up to see if the picture is there and then he says ‘Ive not made the picture go mummy, it’s still here’
I think that he is probably ready to ditch the nappies completely and just stick to wearing his underpants 🙂

Little man doesn’t even use a potty anymore, instead he will use the ‘Big boy toilet’ Oliver has a step that he uses to get up onto the toilet and off again, no one is aloud to help him, he is very independent and also VERY private! Once he is on the toilet he asks me to close the door and go away. I have to leave him in there until he is ready for me.

Oliver has grown up so much in the past month, I am so proud of him.

One day last week we traveled into London on the underground and once we was on the train he asked me for the toilet, I explained to him that he would have to hold it for a while until we get off of the train. He had to wait for 4 stops and then once we got off at green Park we had a very long walk to get out (which I never knew an exit from a station could be so long) I was expecting him to have had an accident, I just kept telling him that it was OK and he would be able to go to the toilet very soon. We made it to the toilets (which lucky for us were in the station near the ticket office) and he was still dry, he had held his wee for 10 minutes!

We have recently travelled 140 miles in the car, stopping twice, one in a motor way stop over and another in a lay by for him to have a wee because he asked us for the toilet. I am happy to say we arrived at our destination completely dry!

I believe I can 100% say that Oliver is now fully potty trained and goodbye to nappies. I never thought we would get here as 2 months ago he was having about 4 accidents a day and having to wear a nappy on the school run, but we have and I am very proud of him.

Are you potty training at the moment? How are you getting on?


Goodbye Nappies……Hello Underpants

He’s only gone and done it!

After my last post about how hard i was finding it to potty train Oliver, he has decided himself to grab the bull by the horns and go for it, not only has he been dry for the past two weeks during the day but he has also been dry throughout the night too!

I’m so proud of my little boy, I really thought we wouldn’t be able to be dry by the time he started nursery. He was being very lazy when he was wearing underpants and would almost always wet himself in them, I think I was changing him about 3 times in one hour on some days. We still use a nappy for night time but they have been dry, he is even waking me up in the middle of night asking for me to take him to the toilet.

A few weeks ago It seemed like the days of not washing out wet clothes was never going to end! During the week, I used to drop Oliver off at his childminders in the morning wearing his underpants with a liner in them and when I picked him up at the end of the day the childminder would always hand over a bag full of wet clothes, telling me that he had an accident and she had to put him into a nappy because he had run out of spare clothes to wear. At the weekend, we used to have the odd accident when he had a nap but I would constantly ask him if he wanted to use the potty but we still had a few accidents, where he was just too lazy to pull down his trousers and pants and go on the potty. He never even used to tell me that he wet himself either, I would only find out once i picked him up or noticed that suspicious wet mark around the groin area.

During the February half term, I decided as I was off work that it would be the best time to just go for it! No more nappies! As soon as Oliver woke up I would put him on the toilet, then I would get him dressed into clothes that he chose, especially his own choice of underpants. The rest of the day I asked him every half hour if he wanted to use the toilet, he soon got used to the idea of using the toilet and soon began to unlike the feeling of walking around in wet underpants. We spent a few days away in a hotel and at Nannies house and we forgot to take the potty, so now Oliver has got used to using the toilet like the rest of us, he won’t even sit on the potty no more.

Oliver now asks to use the toilet when we are out and about, during the night and just before bedtime, it has now become a routine for him rather than weeing in his nappy.

We carry a bag that Oliver packs himself, inside it are 3 pairs of underpants, spare trousers, socks, wipes and some dry like me liners. The bag goes everywhere with him, to the childminders, to the park, to the shops and it even goes into the car if we are going for a drive.

I am no longer picking Oliver up from his childminders and receiving a parcel of wet clothes and my washing pile has gone tenfold, now I can buy a new carpet that was promised to me, by Paul, once Oliver was dry 🙂

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First day at preschool

Oliver hit a milestone yesterday, at 29 months old it was his first day at preschool.

I had been looking for a preschool that would take Oliver on In January and after emailing a few that was near by I received an email informing me that they had a space open on an afternoon session, starting at 12:30 and finishing at 3:00. They had two spaces available and offered him them but as I wasn’t sure how he would fit in I just decided on him attending just one session to start with.

Oliver has spent the last year and a half with a childminder and he has settled in with her very well although he does still cry for me in the morning when I drop him off, but I do think it is more about just wanting to be with Mummy all the time rather than wanting to stay with her. He especially cries for me just after a half term or a long weekend, he sometimes screams the whole way to the childminders shouting “Go back home Mummy”. Although I am at work, the childminder does take him to playgroups, as he is the only young child that she looks after he gets her all day to himself. He does mix with other children at her house, but they are at school age, So I thought that him attending a preschool now would be a good way of him to learn how to play with children of the same age as him. Oliver struggles with sharing and really doesn’t know how to play well with other children of a similar age, his brothers and the other children at the chilminders are all older than him and give him anything that he wants. On the odd occasion that he has mixed with other two year olds I have seen him push them, but not in a bad way (if that makes sense) He doesn’t show anger in his face, he is smiling as he does it which makes me think that this is the way he thinks how to play with other children. Playtime at home can get quite rough, with two older brothers they are always playfighting and pushing each other around, hopefully mixing with other young children at preschool will teach him how to play nicely and to share.

Oliver settled in really well yesterday, I got there early (during my lunch time at work) to sign a few forms, we met his playleader and other adults that work in there, Oliver went straight off to play with the cars and the garage and seemed to be enjoying himself. He kept asking me if he could go to the other table, one of the play leaders took him over to the other tables that were set up with magnets, paints and jigsaws and that was the last he spoke to me. His childminder left before me just so that he didn’t see both of us leaving at the same time, but I don’t think that it would have bothered him at all. When it was time for me to leave I asked him for a kiss, he ignored me and carried on playing so I took this as he was going to be O.K

His childminder picked him up at home time and she said he came out with a big smile on his face, I am so happy that he liked it! He keeps saying that he goes to big boy school and he lots of best friends.

I am just hoping that next week goes just as smoothly!

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