Mum’s Life: Tate’s TT

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TATE’S Christmas present has arrived and I just want to point out that it wasn’t my idea.

His dad decided that the perfect gift for our little boy this year would be an electric car which he can sit in, and as it has a remote control his dad can have as much fun with it as Tate.

When it arrived I could barely see the delivery man behind the huge box.

As we live on the first floor he kindly hauled it up the stairs for me but from that point I was on my own.

Tate was intrigued though and luckily he is too young to understand what Christmas is yet so the illusion which surrounds the big day has not been shattered.

I got to thinking how much is this toy really going to be used? I’m not sure I feel comfortable driving Tate round in a black Audi TT – it’s hardly subtle is it?

So much for not spoiling him, we’ve set the bar now so God knows what he will end up with next Christmas – his own yacht perhaps?

LAST week I told Tate we were going swimming, happy with that he jumped into his car seat and we set off. Unfortunately I took a detour and headed to Asda, the tantrum this created was unbelievable.

He had a complete meltdown at the prospect of being put in a trolley and I spent five minutes trying to force him into the seat but he went rigid.

I finally won and got him strapped in but he proceeded to share his displeasure with the rest of the shoppers and his high-pitched scream could be heard in every aisle.

So I have now learnt that you shouldn’t tell your toddler you are going somewhere he likes and then make a detour to somewhere he doesn’t like on the way – it’s a schoolboy error I won’t be repeating.

I TOOK Tate to his first rugby match at the weekend.

Keen to get him into sports and to show off his new rugby union passion his dad wanted us to watch his team in action.

It didn’t go entirely to plan, Tate was bored after about five minutes and that was just the warm up!

I then spent 80 long minutes trying to keep him entertained.

If he wasn’t running onto the pitch, oblivious to the group of 15 stone men hurtling towards him I might add, he was trying to climb up a huge muddy hill because he had seen the big kids doing it.

He didn’t learn much about rugby but we scored brownie points with his dad who was just happy we were there, despite the fact we weren’t really watching.