Clacks cake

Go to Clackmannanshire. (Alva, specifically.)

Eat cake. Cheesecake. Other cake. All of the cake. Homemade.

Plus scrummy savouries.

We’re moving to Clacks in summer. This just gave us another reason to. (It has hills for walking off cake.)

Mental health Awareness Week 2019

#mentalhealthawareness

Although there’s been more focus, especially in education, on mental health and wellbeing over recent years it sometimes feels like the progress made in changing our cultures has been beyond slow. Whatever age we are sometimes we don’t have the skills, time, self-knowledge, self-love, patience, kindness, relationships, environments or trust to keep well. Sometimes what we feel is bigger than us.

Especially if we’re wee.

For example, Rowdy generally needs to be shoved in a tree during a meltdown, but at some point later she’ll be more comfortable talking about what’s bothering her.* Other times she’ll regress and drive us demented with babytalk just to get attention and fulfil a need to reaffirm that she’s loved and valued. The Bobcat is an avoider and would much rather play than talk about what’s making him sad which is why he needs someone to play with him and tell them they’re ready to listen if he wants to talk. And make sure he’s hydrated. For me I need nature, adventure, exercise, cuddles, drawing, occasionally woodsmoke, books, laughter and quiet friend-time. And no caffeine. Sometimes a crowbar is necessary to prise laughter out of me. Dynamite if I’m properly down.

Next week whatever works for them might well change again. But it’s import to keep the door open for change.

*Rowdy has never been twanged into a tree but I’m sure The Bobcat would happily offer to build a catapult to do exactly that. (He’d also need to check if Eddie Izzard has the copyright on twanging folk into trees first.)

Badger Week.

Not that Rowdy realised that it actually is Badger Week but she has retaken to the toy badger given to her by a Wootie*. The Wootie is particularly fond of brocky things.

Badgers tend only to get feisty if under attack. So given that Meghan here is squished under several pounds of eight-year-old at night, rammed against the wall, regularly drooled on and deafened by snores that could power multiple wind turbines it’s a wonder Rowdy isn’t covered in scratches. Make-believe or otherwise.

*A Wootie is what happens when an 18-month-old tries, and fails, to say ‘auntie’. And it sticks.

World Book Day 2019

Amazingly, this year, NO last second changes of mind on costume, NO (parent) tantrums over facepaints…even made it to school on time.

The catch?

Costumes had to be animal characters AND homemade. And not two legged human animals, as argued by Rowdy.

To the cardboard recycle bin!

The Jesus Show

Conventional nativity? No, no, no. Did Orson Welles stage Voodoo MacBeth? Yes, he did. So why not shoogle The Bairn in the Barn story up a bit?

If we’re getting ourselves out on a freezy, cold night, dodging frenzied parents and teachers and dashing for the mince pie table before all the scran is gone then outlandish, offbeat entertainment is a complete necessity.