Little old wine drinker me

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Gem was away this weekend, catching up with old friends, leaving me in sole charge of the little’uns. On the basis of my first full day alone with them, I must admit to being a little nervous. 

But I’m pleased to report that aside from a slight dent to my pride (Mummy apparently cooks everything better than me… which is undeniably true, but I don’t need to hear it after every meal) the weekend has gone without a hitch. And, more importantly, without any A&E trips!

So I’m now kicking back and enjoying a well deserved beer. Although if looks could kill, I might not be here to enjoy it. You see, according to at least one Sainsbury’s shopper, I committed a cardinal sin.

I took the girls down the beer aisle! And bought beer!

Picture the scene… I’ve had a look at the ales, picked out a few I’ve not tried, and am just putting 3 bottles in the trolley when Daddy Lion – they toy Megan loves more than anything in the world – appears in front of me. A fellow shopper had very kindly picked him up from the floor. “Thanks very much” I said. I might as well not have bothered, because what I got back was a stony silence, and a look of disgust which I can only put down to my being near alcohol with two small children. A simple “You’re welcome” would have been sufficed!

This reminded of a conversation Gem was having at the nursery gates a few weeks ago, about drinking in front of the kids. The consensus amongst the other mums seemed to be that this was a big no-no, although effing and jeffing in front of the same kids is apparently perfectly acceptable, judging by what happens ever day at those gates. Gem stayed quiet, not feeling confident enough to admit to enjoying a beer or two, or a few glasses of wine while the kids are about.

Oh the horror! Just imagine… drinking… in front of the children. You just wouldn’t, would you?

Well, actually, yes, I would. In fact, only last week I got myself in a conversation with Heather about how beer is made. A conversation which kind of petered out when she asked what yeast was, and the best answer I cold come up with was “magic stuff”.

I just don’t see what the big deal is – I know we need to encourage a responsible attitude to alcohol in our kids, but surely pretending that booze doesn’t exist is NOT the way to achieve that? In fact, I’d argue that seeing us enjoying a drink or two, without falling over drunk, is exactly the way to do things – lead by example, and show them that drinking isn’t all about getting as drunk as you can. Isn’t that how it works in other parts of Europe? Y’know, the parts that we’re constantly hearing don’t have problems with binge drinking and teenagers destroying their livers on a regular basis.

There are, of course, drawbacks to this approach… like the time Heather saw her first Coca Cola Christmas ad and said “look, Daddy, Santa is drinking a beer!” Cue hasty explanation that other drinks come in small bottles…

So is it us that’s wrong? Should we be pretending to our girls that beer, wine, whisky etc don’t exist? Are we setting the girls up for a future life that involves getting wasted on the cheapest booze they can get their hands on? I’d love to know what you think – the comment box is at the bottom of the page.

Oh, and in case you’re interested, the Sainsbury’s Taste The Difference IPA isn’t a bad pint, although it’s no Brewdog. But then, what is?

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Does my bum look big in this?

Mr Greedy

BANNED: Mr Greedy

It’s no secret that 2012 has been the year of The Diet for me and Gem, something she’s been far better at chronicling than me. So far, between us we’ve lost just over 6 stone (that’s 84lb, or 38kg if you prefer) which is a fantastic achievement, and one we’re both more than happy with. I’m now lighter – and fitter – than I’ve been in about 15 years, and reaching the end of my weight loss journey. Gem has a bit further to go, though, but I’ll be supporting her every step of the way.

Over the past few months we’ve obviously discussed The Diet a fair amount, but have tried to be careful with how much the girls are exposed to it – for all sorts of reasons, but mainly because we don’t want to instill any unhealthy fears in them about their size.

Imagine my absolute horror, then, when the following incident occurred last week.

It was my turn to put Heather to bed, and as ever I let her pick which bedtime story she wanted. She chose Mr Greedy, a book which had been mine as a child. I know this, because over 30 years ago I’d written my name, address and age (5 1/2) on the title page.

Heather interrupted me on the first page, when as I read about Mr Greedy’s eating habits, and how they made him fatter. “You mustn’t say that Daddy, you mustn’t call someone fat” she said. This goes back to an incident a while back, when she described her Uncle Ian as a fatty. We told her it wasn’t nice to call people names, and that it wasn’t nice to call someone fat or a fatty. (Only later did we discover that Uncle Ian had described himself as a fatty to Heather – he got a telling off too!)

At this stage all was OK. It was at the end of the book, after Mr Greedy has learnt the error of his ways, that it all went horribly wrong. That was when Heather stood up, declared herself fat, pulled up her pyjama top and started pinching her sides to illustrate this. “See, Daddy? See?”

Of course I did my best to reassure her that she’s not fat (her height and weight are perfectly in proportion according to medical charts) and that she shouldn’t worry about things like that, but I was left feeling uneasy – was this something we’d caused? Has casual talk of smaller tummies and openly weighing ourselves in the bathroom created an unintentional monster?

And the most horrible question of all – if she’s already thinking about this stuff at 3, what problems are we going to face in the future?

Gem had a similar experience the following night, and again made the same reassuring noises I had. So it wasn’t an isolated incident. Oh dear.

We’re hoping it’s something that will disappear on its own. We’re being extra careful when we talk about weight/diets, and have taken the short-term step of removing Mr Greedy from Heather’s bookshelf. So far there has been no more mention of fatness from our eldest, which is a good thing. Long may it continue!

By complete coincidence, Gem came across this story (sorry, it’s on the D**ly M**l website!) about a new information pack about body image, which was published last week. Seemingly (I haven’t actually read the pack yet) it contains all manner of advice to educate kids about airbrushing, and not discuss diets or your own body concerns in front of them. It’s always easy to dismiss these things as nanny state meddling, and I’m sure there will be some advice in there that will seem ludicrous, but after last week’s incident I’m interested to read what the pack has to say. To that end I’ve searched and found the pack online, and am about to download it for myself. Maybe I’ll write a follow up piece when I have.

One thing I’ve already noticed, though, is that the pack is aimed at dealing with children a good bit older than Heather. And maybe that’s right, but based on my experiences I think body image should be added to the list of things us parents worry about from day one.

 

This autumn I'm running/cycling in a 30km duathlon and a half marathon, to raise money for Breast Cancer Campaign. You can read more about my challenge here or support me here. All donations, however big or small, gratefully received!