tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49722193903604011652024-02-19T07:03:27.838-08:00Carolyn Mandachecarolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-87730023159333110052020-03-02T15:10:00.001-08:002020-03-09T07:22:40.913-07:00Diary of writing my first novel.<u>27th Feb. 2020</u><br />
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Probably a little late to
start keeping track of my novel writing experience, but who knows, might
actually help me get it out there!<br />
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Not much time before the school run, so just a quick update today, going right back to where the idea came from....<br />
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those of you unaware, I'm married to a Romanian who I met on
holiday....possible future book material right there! Anyway, we have 4
fantastic children, 2 boys of our own, and now guardians to 2 nieces.
Life is busy....Florin and I also have our own company.<br />
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I decided to imagine what Florin's childhood in Romania would have been
like, so different from my own here in Scotland. Another major
motivation being to try change the negative perceptions many people have
about Romania, as my family and Romanian friends mean so much to me.<br />
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OK, time's up! More soon....<br />
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Do you plan out your writing or wing it? I discovered a very useful
writing platform called Novlr and kept a basic chapter guide with few
details of what I wanted to include in each. This was easily accessible
on the left hand side of my screen.<br />
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Writing about a
country and culture that is not your own is quite daunting, and at first
I was afraid of getting things wrong, or offending potential readers.
They say knowledge is power, and so I began researching the communist
era in Romania. I learned a lot, and found it fascinating. So much so in
fact, that I had to take a step back before my book became more
historical research than fiction. My view is that by doing research,
your writing becomes more authentic and believable, and hope I achieved a
good balance between the realities of that time, and my imaginings of
characters living through it.<br />
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<u>3rd March 2020 </u><br />
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I've discovered I have an inner critic difficult to silence. Realizing that I would never make any progress if I continually agonized over the words in front of me, and wanting to put a stop to my over-editing habit, I looked for a solution. Some way to let go of the worries, the self-doubts, the fact that writing a piece of work of considerable length seemed an impossible task with a business to run and parenting 4 kids.<br />
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For me, that solution came from completing a course I discovered via Novlr; Tim Clare's couch to 80k writing course. Every day there was a different writing exercise, each entirely different and stretching me to write in ways I would never have thought of. The freedom to write for 10 minutes every day, with no judgement on something completely unrelated to my novel, was liberating. The course taught me to just go for it, write within the time period and not worry about the results. The exercises were fun, and boosted my confidence, as often I was pleasantly surprised by what I came up with, when at first, some of the tasks could seem so outwith my comfort zone.<br />
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So my tip for today for any budding novelists, is to try a 10 minute writing exercise every day, it boosts your creativity and helps to silence those persistent inner critics.<br />
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<u>5th March 2020 </u><br />
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Another hurdle I had to overcome was worrying about my characters, their thoughts, actions, behaviours. Largely because many, most to be honest, are based on people I actually know. Should the real life versions ever read my fictional accounts, would they be offended? Never speak to me again? I had to keep telling myself that although the people may exist in reality, my portayals of them, by and large, are fictional, so why would they be offended? I'm still debating with myself if the names will be changed or not...<br />
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Similarly, going back to my earlier fear of everything in the book not being historically accurate, I think most readers accept a certain amount of artistic license when reading fiction, so this helped me get over those worries.<br />
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<u>9th March 2020 </u><br />
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Have you heard of NaNoWriMo? In theory it's a great idea, spend the cold, rainy month of November aiming to write 50 000 words, which could result in a first draft of a novel. Whilst I commend people who have managed this, putting that kind of pressure on yourself may actually zap the joy of writing from you.<br />
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I've always been guilty of comparing myself to others, writing no exception. Reading about other people spouting out thousand of words in a short period of time could make me feel like I was a snail in comparison, getting nowhere fast.<br />
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I had to remind myself that everyone has different circumstances and writing methods. Finding the time, never mind the energy to write whilst also dealing with 4 kids and a startup company makes things somewhat tricky. I'm proud that I finally managed to type THE END, and don't concern myself with how long it took me to get there. I believe this is the type of mindset authors should learn to develop.<br />
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<br />carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-50664413318300393422019-12-05T04:51:00.001-08:002019-12-05T04:51:21.571-08:00Thursday thoughtsI have been absent from my blog for quite some time now...apologies. The reason being, that like so many of us, life got in the way. As you may or may not know, I also have a business I run with my husband as well as the slightly challenging task of raising 3 teens and a 10 year old....there's the possibility of a Christmas cat too!<br />
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I thought I'd post an update on my writing and what I've found helpful recently. My debut novel is in editing stage which is exciting and also terrifying as I'm sure many other authors can identify with. The book is very personal to me which can be difficult, as I've put my heart and soul into it and of course not every reader will like it. As a notorious glass half empty type of person, any tips on how to cope with potential negative feedback?<br />
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As members of the Indie Authors World group that I'm a part of will realize, it's taken me quite some time to finish my book and find the motivation to keep going when life is so busy. Something which really helped me was Tim Clare's "couch to 80k" writing course (@TimClarePoet on twitter). I had access to this through my Novlr subscription, and I believe he is currently working on version 2. The course was really helpful, with different writing prompts each day and the important lesson to stop censoring yourself as you write, or you may never finish what you're working on.<br />
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I also find being part of a writers group is helpful, to share what each person's working on, offer and receive advice, encourage each other. The writing exercises offered can also be ideas for writing that you would never have otherwise thought of and be great inspiration.<br />
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Looking forward to what 2020 has in store, as I will be focusing more on my writing and finding ways to support other UK Indie Authors. Are you writing at the moment? Would love to hear your about your projects.<br />
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So that's it for today, a short post to get back into the way of blogging and share some of my thoughts. carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-42891955941210257242016-06-14T07:34:00.001-07:002016-06-14T07:34:19.136-07:00Character development via TwitterAs an author I understand the importance of social media, and am fairly confident with the weird and wonderful world of Twitter now. Recently I've started a second Twitter account based on a character from the book I'm currently writing (who MAY be loosely based on a certain Mr. Mandache).<br />
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The experience has been fun, and at times a little surreal... For example, @RomanianScot , my Twitter alias, received tweets from two Scots living in Romania. I was delighted to virtually meet likeminded people with joint interests in Scotland and Romania, however, when I found one of them typing in Romanian, assuming I really <b>was</b> a Romanian Scot, it was definitely a bit weird. I wondered how to react? Keep up the pretense by replying in Romanian and hoping my poor grammar and spelling would not give away my secret, whilst sneakily making use of Google translate? Or be honest and possibly chase them away because they would think I was a bit strange, using a kind of personal false advertising? Mulling it over, I decided to message them the truth, that I was in fact a Twitter user with a split personality...not literally of course! Stranger still, the other Scot I had befriended turned out to be a relative of mine; it is no coincidence that my profile here says I am "living proof that truth is stranger than fiction".<br />
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Deciding to be a bit more transparent with my second account, I described @RomanianScot as a "character in forthcoming book by @carolynmandache" I really don't know if my followers realise it is actually me writing, or this mysterious person I have created. I guess it doesn't really matter, I just hope they continue to interact with me/him....even I'm confused.<br />
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Since opening the new account, I had to attend an internet safety workshop with my kids. Of course it was all very useful and warned my kids of the very real dangers of being online. Imagine my concern, when they kept emphasizing the fact that "not everyone is who they say they are on the internet". My kids know about @RomanianScot, and the reasons for starting it, but I couldn't help but worry that one of them would pipe up with "Oh, my mummy pretends to be someone else on Twitter!" Thankfully they didn't, and I would have been able to explain, but I'm still glad I wasn't put in that position.<br />
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So why did I start the account? Well, I'm writing a novel, stepping away from my previous writing for kids and moving into adult fiction. I've previously blogged about being married to a Romanian who I met on holiday in Spain. I've heard stories about his childhood and been to Romania many times. I find the history fascinating and have been enjoying researching for the book. Romania gets very bad deal in terms of press coverage; nearly all is negative and I hope that my book will provide a more balanced perspective of the country. I describe @RomanianScot as a "Scotified Romanian, improving my native country's image one tweet at a time", and that's my main aim, to work in conjunction with the book. Tweeting via that account has also allowed me to "think" like my character, and that is a bonus during the writing process. Have any of you explored starting a parallel Twitter account? Have you found it to be useful?<br />
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Should you be interested in historical fiction, holiday romances, or other cultures, I invite you to follow me on Twitter; the real me, the fake one, or even both! I look forward to your tweets, and as always, comments welcomed here.carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-39647560789049953262015-05-28T04:58:00.000-07:002016-06-16T06:23:50.176-07:00Tween troubles<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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An important, and quite scary development has happened in the Mandache household this month. We now have 3 tweens at home (2 ten year olds and an 11 year old). Thankfully, I still have little A. at home to balance out all the moodiness. I've been remembering the Cbeebies show "The Tweenies" for some reason. I wonder why they called it that, when the characters were all pre-schoolers? I can make a few comparisons between the colourful characters in that show and my own clan at home :) L1. would be Bella, the bossy one who can be a bit of a know-it-all, L2. would be Fizz, the girly one always playing with her hair, A1. would be Milo, the winder-upper, and A2. would be Jake, the youngest one who gets frustrated if he can't keep up with the older ones. I know they like to think they are no longer little kids, but they can often argue like toddlers the way their Tweenie twins do! Of course I will never tell them my comparisons which make me smile, they would be mortified...<br />
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I admit to finding the moodiness (for incredibly stupid reasons) quite soul destroying, and it will only get worse. My best way of handling it is to try to ignore the moods as much as possible, if I think it's for really trivial things, I send them to their rooms until they cheer up. I found their moods ended up sending me into the depths of gloom too, so I no longer allow that to happen. Have you found your tweens to be moody? How do you handle their ups and downs? I watched the video of the mum who lip synced her 4 year old having a temper tantrum to try and make her see the funny side and not take things so seriously. I wonder if this would work for moody tweens too?....<br />
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I'm also amazed by the vanity about their appearance. My son is extremely fussy about his hair, and I'm told quite a few boys nearly miss the bus after school swimming due to their gel habits!The girls are pestering me to let them get their ears pierced, but are making do with stick-on glittery fakes for the time being. A. has not yet reached the fussy, vain stage...he'd quite happily wear his favourite crocodile costume very day if I let him.<br />
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Of course it is a lot easier said than done to train children to help out around the house. I've blogged before about being guardian to my two nieces, as well as mum to my two boys. I get a wonderful insight into gender politics, and don't always like what I see. My son, the non-toilet roll changer, frequently asks his girl cousins to do chores for him (especially if he thinks I'm not within earshot). The girls, both very fond of A., will almost always cater to his laziness by doing what he'd asked. I'm trying to stop this behaviour, make them realise they all have responsibilities. I found a good article on the Aha parenting website, giving reasons why it is so hard to get children involved with chores, and tips on how to encourage them. I have had limited success with reward charts, a lot of the tips found in the article make sense, the key is perseverance which can be hard when it often feels "easier to do it ourselves":<br />
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However, it's better to resolve these tensions over household chores now, than face the frustrations of lazy disrespectful teens later on.I read with amusement and a certain amount of sympathy about the North Carolina mum who went on strike to potest her daughters' lack of respect and appreciation for her. The link can be found here:<br />
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One way I am considering making my kids keen to clean is by treating them to some mop slippers. Surely a Friday night kitchen disco which just happens to clean the floor at the same time cannot be a bad thing? Look, they even come in blue!<br />
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I'm also keen to teach all of them to cook. Maybe once a week they could take it in turns to decide what the meal should be (encouraging a healthy choice), and then helping them to prepare it. All of them enjoy baking, maybe it's time to move on to the next level. I found a great blog post by a dad with his reasons why boys should learn to cook. My husband does very little around the house (possibly adding to my son's attitude that chores are for women), but he does enjoy cooking. The post has inspired me to try this new weekly cooking night. The link can be found here:</div>
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I've explained how having girls in the house has caused my elder son to have quite a bad attitude towards chores, which will not help him in later life. However, all the kids like playing with Zelfs (basically toys that are the reincarnation of trolls which were a trend when I was growing up). All four of them enjoy styling and grooming their Zelf's hair, usually a more feminine hobby, and I'm pleased to see them doing that. Maybe my sons won't grow up to be particularly helpful around the house, but at least if I have any grand- daughters they will not suffer the indignity of being styled with the aid of a hoover, which seems to be the preferred technique of modern dads. I do like this funny video of one dad's efforts ;):</div>
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At first I had thought the class was 8 in the evening, it didn't even cross my mind that my beloved Sunday morning lie-ins would soon be a distant memory. (I use the term "lie in" very loosely, as anyone with young children knows, 8am is probably as good as it gets)However, the letter confirming my son's place clearly said AM not PM. We are not in April yet, so clearly it wasn't some cruel joke that I would now be up and dressed even EARLIER than the daily school run.</div>
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I fumed on the balcony, hoping the aroma from the coffee flasks brought by more savvy parents would help revive me. Even the gym overlooking the swimming pool was shut. My plan to persuade my husband to take over swimming duty involved using him being able to work out at the same time as our son, as an incentive. I fully intend to keep this disappointing discovery to myself, the kids have been sworn to secrecy. Next week I shall watch daddy dress in his sports gear, pack his Lucozade, fasten whatever calorie counting gadget he has to his being, and not say a word about my discovery.</div>
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carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-75028121122320439802014-11-24T06:49:00.000-08:002016-06-16T06:17:31.034-07:00Chocoholics unite!I heard recently to my dismay, that the world will soon be facing a chocolate shortage. As a self-confessed chocoholic I decided to do some research...<br />
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I found a video on Time.com which was useful in explaining why cocoa farmers are struggling to keep up with demand. Ghana and the Ivory Coast produce around 70% of the world's cocoa. Drought and a fungal disease which has killed off 30-40% of the cocoa trees have dramatically reduced the crops, and ebola has meant migrant workers have not been allowed to cross borders and help harvest the cocoa beans. The video can be found here:<br />
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I also came across an interesting, and very thought provoking article describing cocoa farmers from the Ivory Coast tasting chocolate for the first time. I watched the video in disbelief that these hard working farmers had never actually tasted chocolate, or seemed to really know up until that point, what actually happened to the cocoa beans that provide their (very low) income. I have to say that having watched it, I feel quite ashamed of how chocolate is taken so much for granted in other parts of the world, when it is clearly such a luxury to the people responsible for us being able to enjoy it. I am making an early New Years resolution to only buy Fair Trade chocolate from now on, and my kids will be enjoying more ethical confectionary this Christmas. Please watch the video here:<br />
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Time's website explained the serious environmental factors which are causing problems for chocolate production, but I also found an article from The Guardian explaining how "posh" chocolate, and the modern trend of using chocolate in unexpected recipes has added to over consumption. Chocolate with up to 70% cocoa is becoming increasingly popular (although personally I don't know why, I'm not a fan). The article also highlights the menu options available at ChocoChicken in LA; would you be tempted by chocolate fried chicken served with chocolate ketchup and white choc fried potatoes? I can't say I would!<br />
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Think how many broken hearts have started to heal with a little chocolate, or what a nice romantic gift for Valentines day it provides. Somehow, "do you love anyone enough to give them your last Haribo" doesn't have the same ring to it. In case you've no idea what I'm talking about, it was a famous tagline from the Rolo ads. I found this website, you can now buy all sorts of Rolo merchandise, but chocolate was the inspiration for the romantic gesture so many of us remember.<br />
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I hope the chocolate shortage can be resolved soon, and I certainly have more gratitude for the hard work involved in producing my favourite treat. What are your thoughts on a chocolate shortage. Any ideas how to improve the situation? I would love to hear the opinions of my fellow chocoholics.carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-47944974189924920092014-09-03T05:58:00.000-07:002016-06-16T06:17:14.909-07:00Que sera, sera<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhkjgZyd5YlsztVBpU_I3Mg8LzlsFs9ExCk_iYNfpikad6TEQ4FgTsZojMaJJBcimUihte29gEv8aoE4_gul4Vyq63mZxCqb3TgsBpTyDOyanQi1HpA9cX8LV5zNEKtDfzmCHawZxOlk/s1600/sus+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhkjgZyd5YlsztVBpU_I3Mg8LzlsFs9ExCk_iYNfpikad6TEQ4FgTsZojMaJJBcimUihte29gEv8aoE4_gul4Vyq63mZxCqb3TgsBpTyDOyanQi1HpA9cX8LV5zNEKtDfzmCHawZxOlk/s1600/sus+cover.jpg" width="200" /></a>In July this year my beloved Gran Susan died at the age of 93. My gran was a huge part of my life, and her passing has been a very painful loss. I both admired and cringed in equal measure at her unfaultering honesty, a woman never afraid to speak her own mind.<br />
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Many people offering their condolences pointed out that she'd lived to a good age, had a full life. However, this did not make her death any easier to accept, in some ways it was harder. I had longer to bond with her, and since her health was relatively good and she had such a wicked sense of humour, she almost seemed invincible to both my sister and myself. The funeral was, of course, extremely sad, and as my family and I faced the difficult task of the lineup whilst trying to maintain our composure, Doris Day's "Que sera, sera" played as everyone filtered out of the crematorium. I had suggested that song, as she used to sing it to my sister and I as little girls. The song brought back bittersweet memories, and I have since been thinking that her philosophy on life...whatever will be, will be, seems to have been the case for me this summer, and in many other areas of my life. The song can be found here:<br />
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For example, had things turned out as they were meant to this summer, I would not have had the chance to visit my gran one final time at the hospital, nor would I have been able to attend her funeral. Things that at the time seemed to be disasterous, actually turned out to be blessings in disguise. I have written before about being a mum of two boys, and for the past three years, guardian to my two nieces from Romania. The girls were supposed to be holidaying in Romania this year, but unfortunately, the relative who was to care for them, had to back out due to unforeseen circumstances. My husband and I had booked a holiday to Dubai for ourselves and the boys. There was no way to change the booking to accommodate the girls, and the only reason we were going was because of the free child offer, which would not apply to another two kids. I was in a panic at the thought of losing out on our much needed holiday and my attention became fully focused on arranging alternative child care for the girls while we were away. My sister and her husband agreed to take on the responsibility, and I could finally start looking forward to our trip.<br />
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After some tears and tantrums (me, not the kids) it was agreed that Florin would travel with my elder son, while I stayed home with A. waiting for the new passport and flying out once we had it. I made endless phone calls to the Passport office hoping for a cancellation to move forward my appointment, and I was successful eventually. The woman at the Passport office could not have been any nicer, and she assured me she would do her very best to get me the passport within the next few days. True to her word, the passport was ready in two days, however, my gran had passed away by then. I am so glad I was able to be at home when it happened, and although it had been a stressful time, everything worked out for the best. I attended the funeral minus the kids, but brought them along for the coffee bit afterwards (I'm sure there must be an official term for it, but you know what I mean). One of the guests tapped A. on the head as they left, I was pretty embarrassed when he said "stop patting my head, I'm not a dog!" The guest looked back over her shoulder, a puzzled look on her face, and then walked on, assuming she must have misheard. A. definitely seems to have inherited a cheeky streak from my gran, and I'll be sure to remind him of it as he grows older.<br />
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I mentioned there are other areas in my life where unexpected things have happened in a que sera sera kind of way. I met my husband at the age of 21 on a family holiday I was not keen to go on. I'm glad I was persuaded otherwise, or we would never have met at that Spanish foam party...yes, I did say foam party :) My husband is Romanian, which is also a little strange, since the only charity appeal that I became involved in growing up was for Romanian orphans; I arranged a bring and buy sale with a friend at school to try to help. My project I chose to do for History at high school was on immigration to Britain, a subject now very close to my heart. A series of coincidences yes, but still, it does make me feel that our marriage was meant to be.<br />
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Another perfect example of que sera sera in my life is when we decided to become the guardians to our nieces. We have two wonderful boys, but I still longed for a baby girl. My husband was slowly coming round to the idea when we discovered the terrible poverty and neglect being suffered by our nieces in Romania, then aged 6 and 7. Far from an easy decision, we debated what was the best solution, and whether we'd be able to meet the challenges of taking on such a huge responsibilty. Now, 3 years later I can say that we did not underestimate the challenges we would face, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that we did the right thing. I had hoped for a daughter, and the timing was such that at the right stage in my life, I welcomed two girls, who are like daughters to me, into our family.<br />
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Why not share some of your stories of situations that seemed to be outwith your control but have worked out well. I'd love to read them.<br />
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Like most parents, I find the leadup to the school holidays (which fill me in equal measure with dread and excitement), pretty hectic. There's sports days, parents evenings, fun days, projects to hand in, not to mention yellow day...it would be hard to find a more difficult colour in which to dress 4 children. I know I'm not alone in the end of term stress. Why do school shoes have such a habit of falling to bits literally weeks before the final day of school? I found the following blog very entertaining by a fellow mum suffering from end of term frustrations:<br />
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I also have the dreaded nursery graduation of my youngest to attend. A. is more than ready for school, especially since I am sending him at 5 and a half, rather than 4 and a half, but I already know I will find it very sad that my baby boy is moving on. Breaking myself in gently, I let him get a more grown up haircut to be like his big brother, who he idolizes. He's very handsome with his new look, but it took me aback how much older it seems to make him look. I'll be in pieces when I see him in his uniform.<br />
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I'm worried I will suffer from empty nest syndrome when A. starts school. I've been a stay at home mum for 9 years now, and will find it very strange not to have a young child running round my feet. The end of an era. I'm sure the days will pass quickly once I get used to it, after all 9-3 is not such a long time. Even with them out of the house, four kids and a messy husband will still provide me with plenty to do!<br />
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I will be sad to say farewell to that happy stage of my life, but on a positive note, will have more time to do things for myself. I could join a gym, go faithfully for 2 months before giving up, as I'm sure I would. I could join an art class, meet friends for lunch, or even become a stunt driver (since they mistakenly gave me a license to drive ANYTHING...apart from maybe a tank). The possibilities are endless...within a 9-3 timeframe.<br />
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carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-6094435969350030442014-03-17T16:54:00.000-07:002016-06-16T06:11:26.410-07:00Keeping the glass half full.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2c-mw4Eet0q3PF3TgYgDgogCNXzoNuI6BvNesr1Bz3zeVtr7e2-pqXaIGJHKRXM83DGnNJ3FTnEcJJm0GqteIzPWaaK9HIAAQqzH28DmHApdC2mWcRK_8rXoXIsyMQvNoaKYRXkI4jSA/s1600/photo(24).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2c-mw4Eet0q3PF3TgYgDgogCNXzoNuI6BvNesr1Bz3zeVtr7e2-pqXaIGJHKRXM83DGnNJ3FTnEcJJm0GqteIzPWaaK9HIAAQqzH28DmHApdC2mWcRK_8rXoXIsyMQvNoaKYRXkI4jSA/s1600/photo(24).JPG" width="200" /></a>Life has been fairly stressful in the Mandache household of late. We are nearing the annual dilemma over holiday arrangements, and until a decision is made (none of which are ideal), I have a cloud hanging over my head. You see, like many carers of relatives, our lives revolve around complicated family situations (which I won't go into), but which can make life very difficult. I've been trying to stay positive, and have read a few good quotes which have inspired me:<br />
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To put these thoughts into context, my husband and I have two sons, and became the guardians of our two nieces from Romania, almost three years ago. Describing our experience so far as challenging, would be an understatement...but it has also been incredibly rewarding, which is the part I always strive to focus on.<br />
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I'm writing this blog with thoughts of other carers who may be in similar situations. I know how undervalued, and pre-judged you must sometimes feel. I know how frustrating it can be, to be taking responsibility for other people's failings, and trying your best to un-do any damage, neglect or hurt that has been suffered. I know how much you sacrafice for other people, without looking for sympathy or gratitude, but hoping for love and respect in return...<br />
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I also know how much you have enriched a person's life, how they would be lost without you, the physical/emotional scars you may have helped to heal, and the huge sense of achievement you feel for bringing much needed happiness to someone you've grown to care greatly about. I know personally at times I regret that I have not had a successful career (unless my books suddenly become best sellers), but on the other hand, I doubt there is a job out there for me which would give me the same amount of satisfaction I get from knowing I have given two little girls such a better life.<br />
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I'm hoping it will prove therapeutic, to share with you some of our success stories from the past three years: <br />
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I've written before about how amazing it has been to listen to my nieces not only learn English very quickly, but also to learn it with a perfect Glaswegian accent. I could not be more proud!<br />
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The younger of the two girls arrived on my doorstep as a timid, terrified little mouse. I am delighted by the change in her, she is a lovely natured girl, always smiling, happy and much more confident than she was.<br />
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The older sister's difficult early background has given her tremendous ambition and drive, she is an intelligent girl, and I'm sure she will do very well in life with our continued encouragement.<br />
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Family and friends have welcomed the girls into their lives with open arms, and it is heartwarming to hear them call my sister and her husband "aunt and uncle", my parents "gran and grandpa". They have a loving, supportive extended family which they never had in Romania.<br />
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My boys and their cousins have many arguments, but they can also be extremely close friends, more like siblings than cousins. My elder son is getting over the resentment he felt for having to share his mummy and daddy, and it has made him more competitive and independent, which I see as positive traits which will help him in life.<br />
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I am proud of the example we have set our children, that it is a good thing to help others, and I think we are all more appreciative of the things we have, and realise more fully, the hardships many people suffer on a daily basis.<br />
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I take pleasure in small achievements, like all four children having matching socks (which doesn't happen often), taking away clean plates, after succeeding in the seemingly impossible task of cooking a meal that every one of them liked, and more recently, inventing a game called Tickle Times Tables, which has them unbelievably excited about learning maths (in case you're wondering, they have a limited time to give me the right answer before the tickles begin).<br />
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I have become more financially astute since our family income now has to stretch to six. A few lighthearted tips for the larger family:<br />
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Live in Scotland? Continuous bad weather combined with energetic kids means endless trips to expensive soft play areas. It may be financially sound to simply build your own.<br />
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Birthdays not close together? Bad planning! You could have had combined birthday parties.<br />
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Looking to invest in stocks and shares? Moshi monsters, girls tights (ripped on a near daily basis) and hair accessories (always lost) would seem a safe bet for the foreseeable future. <br />
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Take out a second mortgage to pay for after school clubs and activities.<br />
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When all else fails, I find watching a film the likes of "Cheaper by the Dozen" can be extremely helpful. My chaotic, messy home seems positively serene after watching the antics of other, even larger families than ours.<br />
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<br />carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-22000703107766024072014-02-28T09:55:00.002-08:002023-08-24T09:10:28.683-07:00Is Barbie bad?I read an article on huffpost.com recently entitled "R.I.P Barbie...", detailing the reasons for the decline in sales of the popular doll, which has been around since 1959. I read with interest the different viewpoints over the controversial toy, but having grown up with Barbies, owned a Barbie house, cars, horses etc, I honestly don't see much harm in young girls playing with them. I don't remember ever obsessing over growing up with the aim of reaching the glamorous blonde's unrealistic proportions. I also didn't think of her as some kind of WAG, a blonde bimbo with the sole ambition to marry a rich man. Surely Barbie was, and remains, a toy to inspire the imagination. Barbie can be whoever the child wants her to be, and behave in whatever way the child decides. The article can be found here:<br />
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Barbie's manufacturer Mattel have done their best to please parents, and try to keep up with trends. Over the years she's had many adventures and careers, including being an Olympic gymnast in the 90's, an astronaut in the 60's, as well as the more "girly" versions of ballerina, fairy and princess. Try and imagine how many different outfits she must have had over the years...it reminds me of the comical Ken in Toy Story 3, and how he loved to show off his very varied wardrobe. Ken always seemed to be more of a girls' toy, and although he never reached the same dizzy heights of fame as his girlfriend, there's never been any controversy made over him. I found a funny interview with Ken where he describes a typical day in his life. The interviewer suggests, much to Ken's annoyance, that he's really just an accessory for Barbie. Barbie always takes centre stage, and so I don't think it can be argued that she is dependent on her man, I see her as pretty independent. Watch the interview "Groovin' with Ken" here:<br />
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Mattel introduced African-American and Hispanic barbies in 1980, and her vital statistics were made more realistic in the 90's. These were wise moves by the company, and I think it's a good idea to represent that all people are different, and enable them to play with dolls which are more like themselves should they wish to.<br />
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I was pleased to read there was Becky, Barbie's friend who was wheelchair bound. Unfortunately, she wouldn't consider "Dreamhouse" an accurate description upon visiting her friend, since the toy would not fit in, and there was no ramp for her to use. I'm not sure if Mattel have rectified this issue, I hope they have.<br />
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Read about the "10 Strangest Barbies", some of which are hard to believe, here:<br />
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More recently, Mattel have caused debate over a new range of dolls called Monster High. The dolls are particularly controversial in Russia, where a Russian parents group have even gone so far as to say they are " a threat to national security". The dolls are goth style, and I'm not overly keen on them myself, but surely this is an over-reaction. I don't accept that they "could give Russian children ideas about suicide". The dolls are very pretty, and not at all frightening. I don't see how they could be seen as dangerous to such an extent. There is also a spin-off cartoon series which is very popular, Russia are also trying to get that banned. What are your views on Monster High Dolls? Would you buy one for your child or do you think they are a potentially dangerous influence on young children? The BBC article can be found here:<br />
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Girls can admire these pretty toys, but in my opinion, that does not equate to a desperation to become a supermodel as they grow into young women. What are your views on Barbie? Has her time been and gone? I'd love to read your views.<br />
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I was lucky enough to be invited along to the pre-opening night of the new Merchant city venue, which will officially open this Saturday, the 22nd of February. I'll admit I was a little apprehensive as to what exactly an evening in a place called the Wild Cabaret would involve. However, I was pleasantly surprised, my husband and I had the best night out we've had in a while.<br />
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Arriving at the club, we were welcomed by two very glamorous show girls adorned with feathers and sequins, and then shown through to the Wicked Lounge. The Lounge is very classy, the colour scheme is black and gold, and you could happily sit and chat with friends for a good few hours. We were entertained by violinists playing modern music such as "Get Lucky" by Daft Punk/Pharell Williams and "When I Ruled the World" by Coldplay. I enjoyed trying to figure out the music they were playing. The showgirls gracefully danced alongside the musicians, and it started to feel as though we were no longer in cold wintery Glasgow, but had somehow been transported to Vegas.<br />
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We were served champagne and canapes, and the highly entertaining Ryan Davidson, AKA The Mentalist, performed card tricks at the tables before we watched him in the cabaret show later on. Ryan is clearly a very skilled magician, as normally my husband delights in telling me how tricks are done, but he didn't have a clue on this occasion. In fact, he claims he'd had too much to drink...two glasses of champagne, somehow I don't believe him.<br />
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The cabaret was very entertaining, a good mixture of different acts. The hostess Frances Thorburn, had a terrific voice, and her enthusiasm in introducing the other acts was infectious. There were comedy sketches and comedian Janey Godley, Ryan the magician, various dance acts, and the finale was the highly talented Soul Nation Choir, who got people up on their feet dancing at the end of a great night.<br />
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The entertainment was excellent, but for me, there were two things that really stuck out. Firstly, having reminisced over my own dancing days (lessons) watching the girls doing the can-can, it was a rare treat to then see men in kilts also perform the famous French dance. I found it hilarious, and their frilly knickers really added to the performance! Trust me, it's a must-see. Secondly, having enjoyed Ryan's (The Mentalist) act, it was a pure delight to watch one of his tricks unfold to become an extremely romantic proposal from one of his "victims" onstage, to his girlfriend in the audience. Thankfully she said yes, and it was a privilege to have been witness to such an important part in the young couple's life.<br />
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<br />carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-77236011189985274422014-02-02T14:58:00.000-08:002016-06-16T06:08:23.643-07:00Roses are red...February is finally here, hooray! Like most people, I have found it an exceptionally long, dreary month. I'm also feeling very sorry for myself, since, as is so often the case, my husband's away on business...so the kids are ill. This time, it's been one after the other, I'm now starting week two of being housebound. I've decided to cheer myself up by thinking of all the romantic Valetine's treats my husband will be planning for me while he's away...some chance!<br />
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Thankfully, he does not read The Daily Mail. I noticed a tweet with the alarming news that apparently 78% of women want Botox for Valentine's Day! Maybe it's just me, but if I were to receive such an offer, I'm pretty sure February 14th would turn out to be seriously UNromantic. Granted, it's certainly more original than flowers and chocolate, but not in a good way. The article can be found here, would you be pleased with the gift of Botox?<br />
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I can appreciate funny Valentine's cards too, and some of these Valentine's puns put a smile on my face. Maybe humour is more your style, do you like these ideas?<br />
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I remember my sister and I growing up receiving Valentines from our dad. Of course we didn't figure out they were from him for quite a few years. I can see why he did it; as we later discovered, it's pretty miserable not to receive any, so he saved us any hurt feelings and boosted our confidence. I may well carry on the tradition with my own kids, but at what age do kids start bothering about Valentines? Will I be able to fool my little detectives? Do you send cards to your children and what have been your experiences so far? I'd love to hear your thoughts.<br />
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What about a Valentine's date night? Do you and your significant other like to stick to February 14th, surrounded by countless other loved up couples, or do you wait for the nearest weekend? In our case, it's pretty much dependent on baby sitting availability, but I'm not a huge fan of going out on the actual 14th. <br />
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carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-72142299614670626722014-01-24T08:05:00.001-08:002016-06-16T06:07:45.679-07:00Fitness should be funI'm guessing many people will have eagerly joined the gym, or taken up some form of exercise recently. We've all done it, start the new year with good intentions that this will be the year you'll get fit, no more excuses...2014 WILL be the year. Nearly the end of January now...have you stuck with it, or is your gym pass gathering dust somewhere, unloved and no longer in use?<br />
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Personally, I spend more time running 4 kids about to their various sporting activities, than actually partaking in any myself. However, I'm pretty sure walking up and down to the school and nursery 3 times a day must count for something. I do enjoy a class called Combat. Punching an invisible assailant to manic music I've not heard since I was 15 ("Like a shooting star..."), is surprisingly therapeutic. I find it a great release for stress. I am very fussy about instructors though. In my view, if I wanted a sergeant major yelling at me, I'd have joined the army. I want someone who is fun, realizes that yes, people need encouragement, but not through being ordered about by some scary instructor trying to make you almost kill yourself in an effort to keep fit. Not surprisingly, I do not book in for another class after such an experience.<br />
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I do like the name of the energy drink my husband uses to help him get through Spin:<br />
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Another way I try to tone up is with a vibration plate. You may know I am a Groupon addict, and this was one of our crazier purchases. I can't think of an easier way to stay in shape than watching TV whilst standing on "the shaky machine", as the kids call it. I set it pretty moderately, when Florin uses it, our living room starts to resemble an earthquake...I have to dive to catch cups and glasses as they start moving towards the edge of coffee tables, vases make a narrow escape, and the noise is like a helicopter about to take off. My husband arrived home the other night and entered the room singing "I see you baby, shaking that ass!" Clearly, the venetian blinds do not afford me as much privacy as I thought! I'll be more careful next time.<br />
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I think there's a lot to be said for novelty fitness ideas. A class that is fun, can even make you laugh, and isn't taken too seriously is definitely something I would be happy to keep up. My sister and I used to do a hip-hop dance class. Trust me, if you met me, you'd never associate Carolyn Mandache with hip-hop. However, it was great fun and made me feel like Beyonce (at least till I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror). Sadly, the class was cancelled, as there weren't enough customers, and I guess not as challenging as most of the other classes. I've heard a lot about Sh'Bam, another dance class. Has anyone tried it? Would you recommend it?<br />
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So, my views are that fitness should be fun. If I had the nerve, I would do Prancercise around Broadwood Loch, which is near my house (ok, not really). I cannot watch this fitness craze from the late 80's/early 90's without laughing. I sometimes wind the kids up by saying we're going to walk to school this way...the idea fills them with horror. Watch the clip, I'm sure it will put a smile on your face:<br />
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Just Dance is a great way to keep fit as a family. The wii game is even a hit with my youngest, and it's very cute watching him try to copy the complicated moves on the screen. Just Dance 2014 has the Psy song "Gentleman". I challenge you to try copying that dance with a straight face. I find it so much fun, and in the privacy of my own home, who cares how stupid I look?<br />
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I'll leave you with one final thought. Why should skipping just be for kids? If it's good enough for Michael McIntyre....<br />
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<br />carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-46525062108379469342014-01-19T07:00:00.000-08:002016-06-16T06:06:41.471-07:00Tea with Mr. Fluffy-WhiskersJust before Christmas, my 4 year old made an important announcement: "It's Tom Fluffy-Whiskers birthday tomorrow, we need to have a birthday party." (Tom Fluffy Whiskers is the brilliantly imaginative name he has given his toy bunny.) As you can imagine, holding birthday parties for toys was not at the top of my priority list in the manic lead-up to Christmas. However, who could resist such a cute request? I managed to persuade him that Tom's birthday was a few days later, which just happened to be a Saturday, and not a weekday taken up with homework/after-school clubs. We decided to have a tea party, the toy tea set was set out on a blanket on the floor, Tom and his guests sat on cushions. My son and his cousins really put a lot of thought into it, Tom brought his own teddy, and his bunny friend even wore a tie for such an important occasion:<br />
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The food was all very rabbit friendly, we made a carrot cake. Betty Crocker may have had a helping hand, not entirely home-made, but close enough. Tom, although inherited from A's older brother, just happened to be 4 years old, according to A.....what a coincidence! I still had the 4 candle from my son's birthday which was handy (I'm all about the recycling). We read Peter Rabbit stories, and had a very nice afternoon. I'm sure Mr. Fluffy-Whiskers will remember it well.<br />
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Rabbits always seem to have played a part in our family. My elder son had a toy rabbit he would not go anywhere without. Blue bunny was his name, you may have guessed he was blue in colour. In fact, I say "was", but he's still around, for sentimental reasons I doubt I'll ever get rid of him. Blue bunny has seen better days, definitely what you would call a "well-loved toy". I remember having to carefully remove him from A's bear hug as he slept in order to wash him, watching him spin in the machine upset him. Blue was also rescued from a duck pond after he was dropped in from a bridge by accident. A. was distraught, but thankfully a kind park ranger type person waded in thigh deep to retrieve the soggy creature. I've written before about my son being tall for his age. People used to make really nasty comments about my son carrying his bunny, assuming he was older than he was. I can remember getting really annoyed about that, and constantly saying "he's only 3". Have your children ever been really attached to a soft toy, and been made fun of for it? I think it's a very sweet phase in their lives, we all know they'll grow out of it, and in my view, people shouldn't comment on it.<br />
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For a while, we thought we had Houdini rabbits, as we woke up a few times to find they had escaped their hutch. Occasionally, we had a strange feeling someone/something was watching us as we watched TV. When we turned round, we saw them peering through the glass doors of the living room at us, probably disappointed it wasn't Bugs Bunny on the screen. Now we've figured out the kids don't always close the latches properly, so we always verify they are locked tightly now.<br />
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My final comment on rabbits is to make you aware of what is known as a "binky". A binky is when a rabbit does a crazy kind of jump when it is very happy. Unless you have seen one, it's hard to explain, and even harder to film as it happens so fast (trust me, I've tried). I challenge anyone not to smile if they see a rabbit do this. A great cure for the January blues I'd say. Not quite the same as watching it live, but this clip gives a good idea of what a binky is:<br />
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Do your children have a fascination with a particular animal? I'd love to read your stories. I'm also thinking of writing a Tom Fluffy-Whiskers story. What do you think?<br />
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<br />carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-86273749228228821122014-01-06T15:51:00.000-08:002016-06-16T06:04:12.154-07:00A trip to rememberMy first post of 2014, Happy New Year! This year we went away for the limbo period between Christmas and New Year. Perth was our destination (Scotland, not Australia).<br />
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The holiday, which we shared with very good friends, was not without it's share of mishaps. However, as seems to be so often the case, in many ways they added to the fun we had.</div>
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Our destination was the Log Cabin Hotel, part of the Nae Limits group offering adventure breaks. We did not book any adventure activities, but seemed to end up having some of our own anyway. The drive took us to the tiny village of Kirkmichael, which was very remote (think Blair Witch Project). Our room, although quite spacious, did feel a bit Waltonish every bed time, as all 6 of us said our good nights and tried not to wake each other in our side by side beds. There were often bumps in the night as one child or another rolled off their bed, or onto someone else. There were no bears in the woods surrounding the hotel, but a grizzly in the form of my husband snoring next to me. No spare room to escape to, should have packed some ear plugs. (On the subject of bears, I loved this tweet by @HonestToddler:</div>
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Back to the holiday, the family we were with, for various reasons, had to move rooms a few times. Inconvenient certainly, but in the end, their room was an upgrade... they escaped what I like to call "the stethoscope shower." In case you are as confused as I was, each sucker attaches to a tap on the bath...with no chance of staying attached, and doing a better job of washing the edges of the bath than anyone trying to wash themselves with it. Maybe I'm too spoiled and used to modern day luxuries, my parents saw the photo and said they used to shower this way, thank God things have moved on! Similarly, the men found the 15" TV's in the rooms unbareable to watch, saying they needed binoculars. What have flat screen and giant TVs done to us?<br />
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The first night we drove to the village to find somewhere to eat. We were surprized to see a fire engine arrive immediately after us. We were even more surprized when we realised it was responding to a call from the pub we were literally just about to step into. There was a problem with the chimney, so we decided to try elsewhere for some dinner, a little doubtful there would be another option in such a tiny place. Luckily, there was another Inn very close by, and by the time the 10 of us were seated, there was little room for anyone else. The food was very good, and we were entertained by a customer at the bar in an extremely festive outfit...head to toe in reindeer pattern. This strange individual was proudly showing off an expensive looking leg of parma ham, encouraging people to try it. We resisted the temptation of trying meat from a random stranger at a bar, and left feeling a bit queasy from watching other customers (and staff) put food in their mouths for a dog to take out. Just seemed wrong, and asking for trouble in my opinion.<br />
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Arriving back at our hotel and enjoying a few drinks in the lounge, we watched none other than Mr Christmas himself with his trusty parma strolling up to the bar. In a fit of the giggles we watched as he tried to tempt more fellow drinkers to sample his delicacy. Next, he had the bright idea to try and cook some on the log fire. Surely this defeats the whole purpose of buying an expensive meat which is meant to be eaten raw...but I guess he was curious. My husband (a fellow Groupon addict) happened to notice a random offer on a leg of parma ham, and couldn't resist telling the poor guy how much cheaper he could have bought his ham for. To his credit, he defended his purchase and was still clearly delighted with it. Mr. Christmas was clearly enjoying himself, to each their own. It was also a little surreal as we watched the local police doing their rounds to check everything was OK in our hotel, and leaving with a mouthful of parma ham.<br />
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The next day was sunny, and we decided to make the most of it and visited Pitlochry dam and Fish Ladder. The Fish Ladder allows salmon to migrate up and over the 86 metre high dam, it's very interesting although you can only view the salmon between April and late September. The views were quite spectacular, and it was great to get some fresh air. I suspect the tourism to Pitlochry Dam may be on the increase. My son and his friend were photobombed by a mysterious old lady, on the slightly unstable bridge. The photo appeared on Facebook with the suggestion that she could be a ghost (of course she wasn't), and a few people believed it. We all had a good laugh at the prospects of it going viral and people hunting the Pitlochry ghost...the joke will be on us if it turns out she actually is!<br />
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We'd visited Aviemore on a very scenic drive to let the boys try skiing and sledging. Little did we know we could have saved ourselves a 1.5 hour trip by going to Glenshee, which was only half an hour away. This time we all intended having some fun in the snow. However, as we drove higher up, the snow started coming down pretty heavy making driving very difficult. Our 4*4 could cope, so my husband dropped me and the kids off at the top to go back and pick up our friends. Unfortunately, by the time he headed back, the road had been shut off, and we couldn't get back to them. We agreed to meet up with them later, and bought ourselves a very overpriced sledge. My first attempt, sharing a sledge with my son, was not a great success. Unable to stop as we were going so fast, I managed, despite my best efforts not to, to crash us into a fence. I was forgiven, and my husband had to make sure he stopped us on future attempts. My husband, incidentally, although technically able to stop his sledge, did only slow down by traveling past the fence and into the path of beginner skiers and snow boarders. Could have been a few candid camera moments there, but thankfully not.<br />
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carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-52898873625610763302013-12-18T15:20:00.001-08:002016-06-16T05:59:30.726-07:00his n hersI recently noticed two identical cars parked side by side at a local sport centre. Slightly unusual, but not unheard of...then I noticed the number plates. One was MUM, the other DAD. My reaction was amusement, and I wondered if I would like to be a part of a his n hers novelty such as that. I think the number plates themselves are quite sweet, but the cars being the same model and colour made it a bit over the top. I suppose if they have a boy, they could carry on the tradition with a SON plate, but a girl would be more tricky...<br />
I remember once bumping into my husband's friend and his wife, not long after they were married. The couple were both wearing matching beige trousers and red T-shirts. We assumed they were in uniform en-route to work. Imagine our embarrassment when they told us they were not colleagues, but just liked to dress the same. I found it hard to keep a straight face as it seemed very strange to me. In their case, matching clothes did not turn out to be the secret to a happy marriage, they are now divorced.<br />
However, there are couples who have found dressing the same brings them closer together. Nancy and Donald Featherstone have worn matching clothes for 35 years, often incorporating a flamingo pattern!(although, there is a reason for that). I found the article interesting, and clearly they are very happy, but dressing the same as my husband everyday, would definitely not be for me. The article can be found here:<br />
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I would say the his n hers look is acceptable at Halloween. I think it would be lots of fun to dress up as a famous Hollywood couple, or characters from film and TV. I found a website with lots of great options, although not sure I could convince hubby on some of them...<br />
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The link to the site, should you wish to release your inner smurf/smurfette, can be found here:<br />
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I was sure that since onesies are so popular just now, that there would be his n hers options. Indeed there are, plenty of them. However, I also found a site offering a "family pajama planner". After all, why should your pets miss out on the fun?! Yes, not only can you and your partner snuggle up in your matching jammies, your cat or dog can be matchy matchy too. I guess it has to be seen to be believed:<br />
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There are always lots of his n hers gift options. A few that I came across would not fill me with horror if I were to receive them. I liked these pillows available from<br />
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I like the his/hers and bride/groom bath robes you can buy as well. A calendar is another good gift which can use the his n hers theme, it's split in two so you can write your own appointments and reminders side by side. In my house this would probably be pointless, since I'm always the one to write everything down and do the reminding. I wonder if that's a woman thing?<br />
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On the flip side, there are also horrendous his n hers gifts available. I found the following on Mashable, I hope if you bought any of these items that you kept the receipt. It's actually hard to choose which one is the worst, but tell me, how would you react if you and your partner received connectable knitted beards?!<br />
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<a href="http://mashable.com/2013/11/09/his-and-her-gifts-etsy/">http://mashable.com/2013/11/09/his-and-her-gifts-etsy/</a><br />
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carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-80927764951643936572013-12-04T15:17:00.000-08:002016-06-16T05:57:40.515-07:00The "BFG" on bullying.Have you ever been bullied? Have your children been the victims of bullying? Nov. 18-22 was anti-bullying week, with the theme "The Future is Ours: Safe, fun and connected."I was pleased to read about this initiative, and although the week has now passed, the website contains some useful information:<br />
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I myself was bullied at school. Thankfully nothing too terrible, partly due to my mum contacting the school (without my knowledge at the time), before things got out of hand. I was a quiet girl, and tall for my age, which I was very self-conscious about. I'm comfortable with my height now (5'9), but remember at times hating towering over my peers. At first it was pretty harmless, laughable really. I was nicknamed the BFG (big friendly giant), or occasionally referred to as Big Bird from Sesame Street. I grew up watching Sesame Street and The BFG was a favourite book, so I could cope fine with those silly names.<br />
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However, as I progressed through school, things got much worse. One girl in particular enjoyed tormenting me to show off to her friends, I answered her back, and from then on things got worse. Every child wants to "fit in" as much as possible, and for children to pick on someone due to being different, can make life very difficult for them. We've all heard of people being racist, sexist, people being bullied for being seen as too fat or too thin...maybe there should be a new term, such as "heightist", for people who seem to have a problem with people being tall, or small.<br />
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I asked A. why he'd behaved that way and he said "I thought you'd laugh at me". I assured him there was no way I would laugh at him, and tried to build up his confidence. A. was to perform the same concert that night, and I told him he shouldn't go if he felt so uneasy. However, that talk we had seemed to make a difference, and he joined in as the happy little boy I know and love later on. <br />
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That particular event was one that I was very keen to support. The Royal Rockstars worked with the children at school to prepare for a concert. The older children even helped write a song for the school. The Royal Rockstars teach children moral values through music, and I think it is a great way to get important messages across, one of their songs was anti-bullying, and another taught them that everyone is different, and should be accepted as equals. You can read more about the work The Royal Rockstars do on their website here:<br />
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I think there are many people working very hard to stop bullying, a problem which will never have an easy solution. I've recently become aware of Julianne Moore's book "Freckleface Strawberry". The actress has written a children's book to teach children that it's OK to be different, in this case, to have red hair and freckles. I have freckles also, currently hibernating during the Scottish winter. I was never bullied for having freckles, but I know there are lots of children who hate their freckles and are teased for having them. I've never really understood why people make fun of red hair. I think red hair is lovely, and shouldn't be something to be made to feel ashamed of. I haven't read the book as yet, but I like the sound of it, you may find my review on Goodreads in the near future.<br />
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I also like a project that was started by Merilee Allred. The "Awkward Years" project, features a series of photos (including Merilee), showing past and present images, in order to compare awkward photos from youth, with present day. Describing her project, Allred says "I hope that I can touch the lives of youth who are currently getting teased or bullied. Life is so much more than school or looks or popularity contests."(Huffington Post). More information on Allred's brave project can be found here:</div>
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I wrote this post last year, my little Christmas detectives are sure to start their investigations soon. This year I will really have to be on my guard, they'll no longer be Dr. Watson's, I'm sure they'll be Sherlocks by now! I'm half expecting my son's homemade lie detector to be involved:<br />
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Christmas, annoyed by all the Christmas hype which seems to start
earlier and earlier every year. This year, however, I have to get into
the Christmas mindset now, as I am in a bit of a dilemma...<br />
On the one hand, I am very much pro-Santa, encouraging my children to
believe as long as possible (case in point, I was secretly delighted
when my son briefly fell out with a friend at school for telling him
Santa wasn't real). On the other, every year they get that little bit
more suspicious, like little Christmas detectives, and it becomes quite
tricky to keep up the pretence. I recently saw a novelty Santa door key
for sale in a card shop, a nice idea and I was tempted to buy it...
until I realised they would all be trying the key in the door and
telling me it didn't fit, so it would be yet more stories to invent. I
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I learned a few years ago, that I cannot use the same wrapping paper or
labels, for Santa presents as I do for mummy and daddy presents, my son
picked up on that faux pas straight away. I also disguise my handwriting
for the Santa labels. Sounds simple enough, but a few days later when
they are asking if a certain toy was from us or Santa, it gets
confusing.<br />
The reindeer food we bought from a school Christmas Fayre was always put
out happily, no issues there. Last year, however, my son was suspicious
about the glitter in the food, he figured out that glitter did not seem
normal, or healthy, for animals. I got away with that one by saying
they were magic reindeer, so glitter was ok for them to eat. I was also
told I should be leaving out 9 carrots, one for each reindeer. I told
them the reindeer wouldn't be able to fly if they ate too much, so they
better just share one. I will also have to grate some carrot and leave
it on the floor and plate- they remarked on Christmas morning last year,
how it was amazing the reindeer didn't make any mess when they ate. See
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The dilemma: In October I was lucky enough to re-house two baby rabbits
from a local animal park. The kids had been asking for a pet for a
while, so I gave in. The cost for the hutch, food, hay, toys, vaccines
etc soon all added up. There is also the unexpected expense of having to
get them neutered, as my two male rabbits turned out to be one male and
one female! I made it clear that they wouldn't be getting much else
for Christmas. To my dismay, I was told "that's ok, we'll just ask Santa
for the things we want." It seems like nearly every day they are
talking about new items for their Santa lists, and I am currently trying
to think of the best way to handle this. I don't want disappointed
children on Christmas day, so "Santa" better come up with a half decent
excuse for his lack of generosity soon. <br />
My ideas so far: the elves are on strike... that wouldn't work, because they'd wonder how all their friends still got toys.<br />
The reindeer are sick, and the medicine is very expensive, so Santa
can't make so many toys this year...they'd be upset and possibly start a
school fundraiser for poor Rudolph and his friends.<br />
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No, I think a letter from Lapland is in order, something referring to
the fact Santa knows they have two lovely rabbits and they are very
lucky boys and girls. Other children aren't so lucky, so Santa has to
make sure that everyone gets a fair share of Christmas presents. I'm
sure a slight threat of lumps of coal for Christmas next year if they
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children aged 6-9 years old. The story tells of Sparkle, the Tooth
Fairy, who is sent to find out why children are not taking care of their
teeth, and to make changes so that the teeth she collects are
healthier, stronger, and sparkly white. Healthy teeth are urgently
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The book aims to be fun and entertaining, whilst at the same
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girl called Anne, who is delighted to assist with such an important
mission. Anne, reveals that she has had four teeth
removed, and is eager to help, as she doesn't want other children to
suffer as she had. Sparkle and Anne become very good friends as the
story continues, teaming up to think of ways to make children eat less
sugar, and brush their teeth properly. Children reading the story, will
enjoy their magical adventures, learning some tips for better dental
care along the way. I also tackle the fact that some children of this age may
be doubting the Tooth Fairy's existence, but you'll have to read the story to find out how I approach that issue! <br />
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The story ends with Sparkle successfully sending enough
healthy teeth to Fairy Land for the castle to be repaired. Sparkle and
Anne are sad that their time together has come to an end, but very proud
of what they managed to achieve together. The two friends are bound to
meet again, as the Fairy King has another mission for Sparkle. The final
lines of the book are directed to the reader, a call to help "The
Bankrupt Tooth Fairy", by making sure they send healthy clean teeth to
Fairy Land. Tooth Fairy Tips are included to help children achieve this. There are also some appealing, comical illustrations at the start of the book; Tooth Fairy Essentials, including a fairy currency convertor and earplugs for visiting snoring children.<br />
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A little about me...I am a children's author/illustrator with a
Degree in English Literature, and an HND in Graphic Design. I am
often inspired by children in my family, the character of Anne is based
on my niece. I hope this book will contribute to the
efforts being made to improve the dental health of young children. I thoroughly enjoy sharing stories with children, and will be
presenting educational school workshops based on The Bankrupt Tooth
Fairy. I am keen to support local bookshops, and my book is
available from Scotia books in Kilsyth (near Glasgow), as well as from Amazon and Waterstones online. Feedback or reviews of my work are always welcome, and I can be contacted by email (carolyn@mandache.com) for further info. on school workshops, or if you are interested in stocking my book.<br />
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Finally, my favourite illustration from "The Bankrupt Tooth Fairy", Sparkle cheekily stealing a spoonful of sugar to protect some teeth:<br />
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<br />carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-67486955795887738212013-10-29T15:57:00.001-07:002016-06-16T05:49:42.696-07:00Chestnuts roasting on an open fire? Take care!I write this post fully aware that many of you will think I'm an idiot. However, there are people who may be pleased to read about my latest mishap, as they too could easily have done the same thing.<br />
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I enjoyed a rare child-free day's shopping recently. My dad agreed to pick up the 4 kids from school/nursery. I arrived home to find my brood all very happy and eager to show me them playing conkers. Grandpa, most impressively, had taken them all to collect conkers, brought them home and attached strings for them to play the game. I say impressively, as he'd come equipped with his electric drill, making the whole process very easy. Conkers, in case you do not know, are horse-chestnuts. The aim of the game is to break the other player's chestnut/conker by hitting it.</div>
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I loved seeing them all so happy (my dad included), playing a game from my own childhood and getting in touch with nature. My husband was not so impressed when he arrived home from work. Florin grew up in Romania and it was his first experience of seeing the game. "Isn't that dangerous?" he asked in a nervous tone. Coming from the man who often quotes the latest stats like, "more kids fall out of their beds than trees nowadays", I have to say I was surprised by his reaction. Usually he's very keen to get the kids out in the great outdoors. Anyway, there were no injuries and the kids finally agreed to abandon their game and come in for a snack, bringing their four plastic bags worth of chestnuts with them. </div>
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So, parents went home, hubby went back out to fix a computer, and I put a generous amount of chestnuts in a roasting tin in the oven. I guesstimated they would take about 20 minutes to cook, enough time to get some homework done. After 20 minutes, they were still rock hard, so I left them a while longer. The homework was soon interrupted by a chestnut (or 2) exploding in the oven. Pretty sure that meant they must be ready, I eagerly took them out the oven. I struggled to peel the skin off a chestnut, and ate some of the crumbly inside. The taste was absolutely disgusting. I tried another bite, and decided I must have picked a bad chestnut. I examined the remaining chestnuts, but they all looked the same, so I tried another one, sure the next one would be fine. Chestnut number two was equally revolting. My niece asked to try one, I warned her they were horrible, but she wanted to try for herself. Lia agreed that they tasted horrible, and I wouldn't let anyone else try them.</div>
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You see, for those of you who don't know, horse chestnuts (conkers), are poisonous! I tried to stay calm, reassuring myself that I'd only eaten one and a half, surely I wouldn't keel over from that? What a ridiculous way to go! I was more worried about my niece, she'd only eaten a tiny bit, but I couldn't help but panic. The kids picked up on my anxiety, and I told them what I'd read, reassuring them as best as I could that we'd both be fine. Lia quickly became very upset, and complained of feeling sick and stomach ache. I later had stomach ache too, but I'm sure both of our symptoms were psychological. Two of the other kids also started crying, I assumed it was due to being worried about myself and Lia. The real reason, however, was that they'd had so much fun with grandpa, and they didn't want him to be sad about nearly poisoning us! Then my other niece worried me by saying maybe grandpa had taken some home to roast for himself. I decided I'd better phone to make sure. I chose my words carefully, telling him the chestnuts tasted really bad and they weren't the kind for eating. I did not use the word poisonous, I didn't want him feeling guilty for an innocent mistake.</div>
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My mum phoned me the next day, they'd looked up chestnuts on the net, discovered they were poisonous. We had a laugh about it, and how silly we all felt. The exploding poisonous chestnuts were an incentive to make me scrub out my oven the next day, a task I hate. The next time I saw my dad he apologised for his suggestion to roast conkers and handed me a present. Wrapped delicately in pink tissue paper...chestnuts from Tesco, the real deal, complete with cooking instructions :)</div>
carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-61883812518004614382013-10-22T15:11:00.000-07:002016-06-16T05:46:46.834-07:00The Yeti...goodie or baddie?I was interested to read this week about the scientist who claims to have proof that the yeti is real and living in the Himalayas. The article, which includes a brief history of sightings, evidence etc. can be found here:<br />
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I, like many others who commented on this article, am skeptical about this claim, until more concrete evidence can be provided. However, I do find it an exciting prospect that a mythical creature could actually be proven to be real. After all, maybe Nessie (the Loch Ness Monster), will be next!<br />
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Yeti's are known by many other names, including Almas (Mongolia), Batutut (Vietnam), Bigfoot (North America), Yowie (Australia), Fear liath (scotland), and Sasquatch is also a popular title for the creature which may or may not exist. Clearly, since so many places have their own names for the beast, it's fame is far spread. I discovered these alternative names in another Telegraph article found here:<br />
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The idea of a friendly abominable snowman appeals to me. Perhaps because I write children's books and like my stories to have a twist. I decided to try and imagine the yeti, based on the recent evidence that it could be a cross between a polar bear and a brown bear. Realistically, I'm sure the creature would be fierce and frightening, but my imagination took me on a different path...</div>
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A Yeti children's book is definitely a possibility for my future writing. Please share your thoughts on my sketch, and watch this space!</div>
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In the meantime, there are other author's who have beaten me to it and have written for children about yeti's. I have not as yet read any of these, please feel free to add your reviews if you have read any of them:</div>
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I'll end my blog on the mysterious yeti, with a blast from the past. How many of you remember the TV series "Big Foot and the Hendersons?" I have fond memories of the friendly yeti who joins the Henderson family, and will try to get a copy of it on DVD for my kids to enjoy. I found a clip from the film which was released as "Harry and the Hendersons" in 1987. Does it bring back memories?<br />
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My blog this week centres around my home city of Glasgow. I've decided to name it "Glasgow rocks!" as it's a (pure dead) brilliant city, and also because I watched my first live basketball game this week. The game, Surrey United vs. Glasgow Rocks, was an attempt to bring a little more excitement to my social life. My husband and I took our 8 year old son, who's very self-conscious of his height. Basketball seemed a good way to shed some positive light on being tall. We all enjoyed the game, as well as the Rockettes cheerleaders, featuring dramatic flames in the background. The game was held at the new Emirates Arena, and I was impressed by the building, especially when lit up as we left.</div>
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I'm sure many parents, particularly the ones outnumbered by their brood, have fallen into the trap of enjoying cinema nights out. Nothing wrong with the cinema...in fact after a long week running around after kids and/or work, it's often all we can summon up the energy to do. However, I realised this was becoming the norm for hubby and I, and it started bugging me. I've decided we need to break the habit, make the most of our few and far between nights/days out, and be a bit more imaginative in how we spend our child-free time.<br />
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I have discovered an excellent way to find inspiration for nights out with a difference, it's called Groupon. The site (and similar ones), have become essential in my life. I enjoyed the comedian Tom Stade's comedy sketch recently, describing his addiction to Groupon...I too am an addict. Groupon suggests events and places I often didn't even know existed, and the discounts available make going out so much more affordable.<br />
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Another day out with a difference is held at Saint Judes, a bar in Glasgow offering afternoon tea with a twist. The sandwiches and cakes arrive as expected, but the teapot is actually filled with a cocktail which the server mixes for you at your table. I love the novelty of it, and have booked a few times. Next time I'm taking my friend, leaving hubby to babysit. I'm also going to the Girls Day Out at the SECC, obviously not with husband :) Looking forward to the fashion shows, goody bags, offers and discounts, and a cheeky wee glass of wine while the kids are at school.<br />
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Our family days out have also become more adventurous since Groupon etc. entered our lives. We've enjoyed days out at Kelburn castle with it's distinctive graffiti project. Not actually in Glasgow, around an hour's drive, but well worth it. Kids loved it, and often ask to go back, would highly recommend it. Link with more info. about Kelburn can be found here:<br />
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I am also curious to try the various Baby Loves Disco events in Glasgow. Described as "a daytime dance party for parents with babies, toddlers and children up to 7 years", it sounds worth a try! I'm sure many parents fondly remember their nightclubbing days, and mourn their loss, but the thought of coming home at 3am, only to be rudely awoken around 6 is to much to bear. Maybe this is an alternative. I've missed the Pirates and Princesses one, but I may well be found at Boogie Halloween; Cosmopolitan in hand watching my 4 year old very competently perform Gangham Style. The Baby Loves Disco events take place around the UK, not just Glasgow. More info. can be found here:<br />
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Winter in Glasgow is pretty bleak, we have wind and rain/snow practically on a daily basis. There are, however, plenty options to keep us Glaswegians entertained. We have Xscape, an indoor ski centre with real snow, as well as restaurants, bars, bowling, cinema, and many other options. Xscape is a great place to wander around and meet up with friends. The Glasgow Christmas markets are also pretty good, admittedly not as picturesque as Edinburgh, but improving every year. I also hope to visit the Jack Vettriano exhibition at Kelvingrove art gallery. I know there has been much controversy over the Scottish artist, but I like his work very much. <br />
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How do you spend your free time in your city? Has your social life changed dramatically since having children? I'd be interested to read your tips and ideas on family days out, or date nights that are alternatives to cinema. <br />
<br />carolyn mandachehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14091216828403173324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972219390360401165.post-8615483749650276202013-09-24T16:11:00.000-07:002016-06-16T05:45:03.800-07:00Getting the balance right.I blogged recently over my worries for children using the internet. I would like you to watch the following clip, about a couple who built an in-house nightclub for their teens, to see what your INITIAL reaction is.<br />
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My honest opinion on first reading the title, was "what a great idea! If I had the money I'd do that too!"</div>
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Then I took a step back...I'm amazed to find that I am already so worried about the teen years of my kids, that this would strike me as a good option. My children are still a long way from night clubbing, but it's something that has crossed my mind more than once. I used to think I would only have to worry about my boys getting into fights, drinking too much, "male" type behaviour. Now I'm raising my nieces too, there'll be all sorts of different worries about them. </div>
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I'm basically turning into my mum. I can remember only to well, my mum pacing the floor, or anxious phone calls if I was late home from a night out. Like all young people I thought she was paranoid, what was she so worried about? Now it seems I am struck with the same fears, long before I even have to face them.</div>
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I have found letting my children have some freedom and independence very difficult. The media doesn't help, we're bombarded with horror stories and left desperate to wrap our kids in cotton wool, to protect them from the evil in the world. Sadly, that's not possible, and I know I can't account for every eventuality. I'll have to let them face the big bad world one day.</div>
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I read about a stranger danger experiment recently. An alarming number of the young participants were charmed by the fake stranger, and agreed to leave with him. I have since explained to my kids how important it is never to talk to strangers, no matter how appealing their story may be. The link can be found here:</div>
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Articles such as that are indeed useful, we need to ensure the message has gotten through to our children. However, in my case, they increase my anxiety and fears. I now feel I want to invest in some kind of tracking device, which even as I type this, sounds wrong. My children are starting to ask for some freedom, and if I had some way to pinpoint exactly where they were, I would have more peace of mind. I know there are very discrete devices available, such as watches, belt clips etc. I definitely will be looking into the options. One site I like is TrackYour. The link can be found here:<br />
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There are other things that scare me about the teen years, and it's not only me who's thinking so far ahead. My husband and I are dreading the prospect of 4 teenage drivers at home. Hubby, an IT, gadget man has already suggested developing some kind of in-car recording device. We can sit at home and watch every red light jumped, speed limit broken, hand brake turn taken, and have appropriate lecture/punishment ready for their return. </div>
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I'm half joking about the car thing, but it is hard to get the right balance. How can we protect our children without overstepping the line, making them feel we don't trust them? I can remember from my own teenage years a very embarrassing incident due to my parents wanting to keep me safe. I had a Saturday job in a shoe shop in Debenhams. During my lunch hour, I liked to take the escalators and look at all the latest fashions. There I was, in my own little world, enjoying my well earned break. The only thing spoiling my free time, was that persistent security alarm...why was no one turning it off? Slowly, it dawned on me, the horrible screeching noise was coming from me...or rather the personal alarm I had completely forgotten was hanging around my now scarlet neck. </div>
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I really should stop worrying so much. I have a long time to go before the teenage years. When that time comes, I will simply guide them as best as I can, without trying to control their every move. I'll have plenty of other dramas to face before then I'm sure, my youngest will start school next year and I know I'll find that tough.</div>
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What are your thoughts? Do you worry excessively about your children as teens, even when that stage of their life is a long way off? Any ideas on getting the balance right between keeping kids safe and giving them independence? I'd love to read your views.</div>
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