10 things my toddler does, I just don’t get!

My youngest Darwin is 2 years and 3 months and in full swing when it comes to being a toddler. 

He can already partially undress himself, feed himself and is more mobile than I really care for. Jumping, climbing, running, climbing, did I mention the climbing? Haha. 

Well there are many things he does that I just don’t understand. 

1. It’s freezing cold outside, but it’s still a battle to get him to keep his shoes and socks on. A hat? Gloves? Not a hope in hell. Why?

2. Wanting to clean everything but his teeth with his tooth brush. The bath, the wall, the sink… His eyeballs!!!

3. Hands in his nappy playing with his newly discovered penis (you would think with two older brothers I would be used to this, but they both skipped this stage)… Hope he isn’t still doing at at 15.

4. Only being able to actively engage for 30-90 seconds whenever I plan arts and crafts activities, but if he should find a rouge permanent marker he turns into Picasso.

5. Spinning. Spinning . Spinning. Falling over and again spinning, spinning, spinning and repeat. This time lets close our eyes. I get dizzy just watching.

6. Just how much he loves Peppa Pig and her family. He goes mental when we put on ‘Peppa Pig Blocks’ on YouTube. * Have you had to do this yet? It’s basically adults opening up Peppa Pig block play sets and sometimes they make up stories. Have you seen the views??  Although I reckon 42,567 of those are my boys alone. 

7. Throwing. He likes to throw things at people, out of his pushchair, off the sofa. This is also how he communicates when he has finished his food and drink. Yes as you can imagine this has been messy!

8. Switches. This is one of his favourite past times. Climbing to get to the ‘good’ switches. The one that turns the lights on and off. 3 out of 6 bulbs still active.. Others blown by excessive switching on and off. Kids eh

9.  Confined spaces. You will often find Darwin under the indoor trampoline, under the coffee table, lying in the floor feet under the sofa. Squished between the bed and the wall, he squeezes himself down there and then obviously moans when he gets stuck. Boxes make perfect spaces especially when squished in with his brother.

10. His love of drinks. I swear this child could drink a river. He is always trying to steal others drinks and can cane a pint of juice faster than most adults. It’s one of his only clear words other than “Peppa” obviously. 
I know that this is all pretty standard toddler behaviour, but my older two pretty much skipped all of these stages and Darwin seems like a raging loon compared to those two at that age. 

What things do your crazy toddlers/preschoolers do? 

Thanks for reading

Cherie X

Cherrysnotmyname 🍒


#WickedWednesdays {18.11.2015}

Good Morning Folks,

So it’s that’s time again to link up with the amazing  BrummyMummyof2 for another #wickedwednesday. We didn’t play along last week, the days just slipped away too fast with me being poorly, so I am doing a double whammy this week.

The joys of Permenamt marker 🙈

He didn’t want to share the trains. 

I know I am biased but this kid be so dang cute! Even when he is mid cry.

If you like this weeks entry, won’t don’t you check out our previous entries too. Always good for a giggle.



Have a great Wednesday’s folks!

Don’t forget to click the picture below if you would like to play along. You can also follow the hashtag in Twitter and Instagram.

Thanks for reading
Cherie X
Cherrysnotmyname 🍒

The many types of Mum I have been today

For those of you that have read some of my previous blog posts such as Confessions of a people pleaser and The Fear You will know that I am an over thinker. I over analyse everything, especially if it means I can think something negative about myself. 

I also like to think about what others may or may not think of me. I think in psychology this is called Projecting or something along those lines and basically means that I project what I feel and think about myself and convince myself it is what others are thinking about me too.  

Anyway, today at various points throughout the day, I have stopped and thought what might people think of me right now? Specifically, what would they think of me as a mother. Here are my thoughts.

The Chaotic Mother

It’s 8:40am, so far I have both boys in the double pushchair, both screaming because I never bought Kinder eggs from the shop. Only Apple juices. Ok I am a good Mum for not buying Kinder eggs before 9am, but I can’t stop my kids from crying – bad mum

At the bus stop the youngest spills his juice all over his legs and into the basket of the pushchair. I have no spare clothes for him (the bag is full to the brim of spare clothes  and pants for the bigger boy who is in big boy pants for the first time away from nursery) and I have nothing to clear it up with, baby wipes aren’t really going to work. A kind lady hands me some tissues and I clean it up. We get into the bus and the youngest takes his shoes and socks off and throws them on the floor as I pick them up, he presses the bell to stop the bus as I get up and tell him to stop I knock the bag off the top of the pushchair. It’s chaos

The Doting Mother

At the hospital we have some time to kill inbetween appointments, the youngest is asleep and this leaves some time for some one on one with the bigger one. 


We go to the hospital cafe and share snacks, tickle each other and I pretend I understand his crazy conversations about Whales, Sharks and Lightning storms. I give him my undivided attention (apart from when I posted about it on Facebook and Instagram 🙈).

The Can’t Control Her Kids Mother

The second hospital appointment was in paediatric outpatients and I hate going here, EVERYTIME we go my kids turn into wild Banshees. I also always feel like the waiting room is filled either with parents who are there together doting over their child/children or its one parent with their one beautifully behaved child  and then there is me. 

I’m the Mum with the huge overflowing double pushchair. I am always alone and the children are always running rings around me whilst I try to manoeuvre them from the play room to the doctors room, alone

Whilst trying to push the stupid pushchair and it’s always at this point the breaks always decide to jam. Obviously it’s as I walk past all the perfect parents and their fucking perfect children. 

I generally have one child now being dragged across the floor as I sweetly ask the little shitbag to please, please walk nicely and the other is screaming 

“I no like doctor”. 

I do this all with a fake smile on my face and tears stinging the back of my eyes.

If that’s not bad enough when we get into the doctors room and it’s just us and them. Well that’s when the show really begins, And before anyone suggests it, I’ve tried bringing snacks, IPads and various toys (why do you think my pushchair is so bloody ladden down with stuff).

Now it’s time for the screaming, the kicking, the fighting over that 1 toy car that has 3 broken wheels. I try to     control the kids and listen to the doctor and I can’t. By this point I am holding back the tears, pretty much like in a previous post Why Darwin’s Dermatologist made me cry

We have to lock the door to stop my youngest from constantly opening and closing it. He doesn’t want to escape, just bang it. We sound like a a bunch of wild animals. I take the toy car and say no one can play with it. The eldest goes apeshit, like I have never seen before he is standing in front of me shouting like I have never heard before 

“I am Cross, I am Angy, Zachary is mad. I don’t like it. Give it back” 

Part is me is thinking how well he is verbally expressing his emotions. Go so X but this is overrides by the fact he is jabbing his finger in my face. The youngest is being held tightly in my arms on my lap and he is screaming and trying to copy his big brother. 

The Doctor intervenes, he takes Zachary and gives him a book sits him down and speaks calmly to him giving him instructions to look for pictures in a book and for a minute a whole minute there is silence. We quickly finish of the appointment and I apologise saying I hate bringing them here on my own. The Doctor tells me I am a good mum and I am doing a good job, that it is hard with one child with additional needs, but to have two showing traits, I’m allowed my bad days. I thank him. 


Well then it’s the walk of shame past all the perfect parents and kids all who I know have listened to the carnage that has just ensued, the receptionist always makes a joke about them being a pair of noisy monkeys. I smile and nod, leave, get in the lift and finally breathe. This time though. I do not cry. 

The Peaceful Parent

A change of scenery and some fresh air and 10 mins later. You wouldn’t recognise us by as the out of control family. We are sat at the top of a hill by some local sculptures of flowers, say on a bench. Eating bananas and oranges, drinking apple juice. Zachary is happily naming things he can see “tree” “leaf” “lady”. The older lady smiles at me, it’s a knowing smile. 

I wonder what she is thinking of me. This mother sat feeding her children healthy snacks, no technology insight, laughing and really listening to her children. Simple pleasure, no money, no gadgets, no gizmo’s. I wonder if it makes her remember days with her own children, a simpler time? Does she even have children? She smiles at Zachary and waves. It was than I had the idea for this post. What would she have thought if she had seen me 20 minutes before? How would she have judged me differently?

It got me thinking about how easy it is to see parents (particularly mums) and to see snippets of their day and to judge them on it. 

The other types of mum I have been today is the 

The Above and Beyond Mother

Buying new trainers and shin pads and traipsing on buses to get them to my so he didn’t have to play after school football in his PE plimsolls. One of the male teachers from his school was there when I dropped them off and he said “I wish I had had a Mum like you, You didn’t have to do this you know, he would have been fine, but kudos on being so organised”. Wow, just wow.

The Overwhelmed Mother

When Zachary hadn’t slept all day and turned into an overwhelmed aka demon child. When he cried, screamed, shouted and kicked out. When we kept asking what he wanted but truly we dont think he knew what he wanted. So when after an hour of cuddles and reassurance, through tears he said he wanted to go to the shops. We went to the shop and he got one of his beloved kinder eggs. 

Today Shouty Mother, Lazy Mother and Tired Mother all made an appearance. At the end of the day we are all only human. We can only do our best in each moment and when we have a bad moment all we can do is pick ourselves up and start again. 

We may have these ideologies of what kind of parent/mother we want to be, but truly we are all like patchwork quilts made up of many different facets. Remember sometimes it’s the lows that make those extra special moments stand out that little bit more and add that little bit of sparkle. So keep doing what you do. Keep being you… And remember no matter what kind of the many types of mum you are today, you are a beautiful tapestry that all together just makes Mum and our small people often forget and don’t see the imperfections so maybe we should be a little more like them and focus on the whole amazing, beautiful, wonderful picture and if has been a particularly bad day, there is always tomorrow.

I would love to know what you think of this piece and also what types of mum are you,what makes you as a mum as a whole? What bit do you do you want to be less of and what bits do you want to rock out a little bit more??? 

I want to see Silly Mother play a bigger appearance for my kids.

Thanks for reading

Cherie x

Cherrysnotmyname 🍒

A Review {Zoflora}

Review posts for products, particularly for cleaning products often leave me feeling a little bit meh.

It’s the same when I see adverts on TV for razors and it’s quite clear the lady has waxed before using the razor and therefore you won’t get a realistic idea of what the razor can actually do and in turn this makes me a little dubious.

I feel it is often like that with reviews too, cleaning an already clean house can only show you so much, but cleaning something that is actually dirty, well that’s a whole other ball game. I decided to really see what Zoflora can do.

Our stairway is one of the most frequently used areas in our house,  It is the definition of a high traffic area. We have a safety gate at the top, a window and window sill and the skirting too.

Yes. I am aware my walls need painting, to be fair the whole house does, but that’s another blog post. When I do tend to tidy this area it’s normally just moving anything that shouldn’t be there and a quick sweep and vacuum, which means all the wood work, window sill and safety gate gets neglected. Today I decided to give it a clean and see what the Zoflora could do.

I went for the limited edition Apple Orchard scent. It comes in a clear plastic bottle with a white plastic screw top.

As you can see it bought up the handle of the safety gate beautifully and it’s always good to know that when my kiddies grubby little fingers are on there, that it is clean and germ free.

Zoflora can be used both neat and diluted depending on what you are cleaning. I made up a diluted solution in a clear plastic spray bottle bought from my local hardware store.

Look at the state of those windows. Am I asking too much of just one product? I diluted the solution and was surprised to find that it still smelt beautifully of the Apple scent. But what surprised me even more was

 The difference. My window and window was almost literally sparkling and it took barely any effort at all. I used a basic microfibre glove and was naughty and didn’t wear any gloves and unlike other cleaning products I have done this with my hands never ended up dry and sore.

 Do not use on Polished wood surfaces. Always read the instructions.

I also used it on my wood work and it came up beautifully and again it was effortless, no elbow grease required. I was surprised at how well this product worked on so many different surfaces. I did use in it in a few other places in my house afterwards as it did such a good job in my stairway. I used it on my laminate flooring and I used it neat on my sink and down my drains. Did I mention my house smells beautiful

I was sent a free bottle of the limited edition Apple scent Zoflora in exchange for my honest opinion and my honest opinion quite simply is I love it.

 + It is easy to use and being able to use it both neat and diluted means it is easy for it to suit most of your cleaning needs in the home. you can safely use Zoflora on your Floors, Baths, Tiles, Taps, Work tops, Drains, Dishcloths, Toilets and potties.

+ It smells fresh and clean and the smell genuinely lingers for quite some time, it doesn’t fade almost instantly like other alternative brands

+ It is effective but not harsh, I accidentally spilt some on my top and my carpet and there was absolutely NO discolouration to either

+ 99.9 of bateria and viruses killed including E.coli, MRSA, Salmonella, Listeria and many more. This is great to know especially when you have children and/or pets

Would I recommend this to a friend? Yes

Did you know that Zoflora comes in SIXTEEN different fragrances…I Must try them all. Which your favourite??

Thank you for reading

Cherie x


#WickedWednesdays {04.11.2015}

Hey all,

It’s been a whole week since my last  #WickedWednesdays post. Here I am teaming up again with Fellow Brummy, Emma over at Brummymummyof2 such a wonderful lighthearted honest look at parenting, go check it out! Thanks for hosting Emma.

So here it is.

I call this one

The Child who will not wear shoes and socks EVER. Fact.

Would you like to play along with this linkie??? Pop to Emma’s blog. It is a great way to find some other fantastic blogs and link up with some wonderful people. Also this is a great linkie to know…us Mamas are really all going the same thing. Click the picture below for more information.

Did you see our previous link ups to #wickedwednesdays ?
Thanks for reading…See you next week?
Cherie x