Paused for thought

Paused for thought

Wednesday, 30 September 2015

The problem with grapes...


I’m guessing you might not read many blog posts about grapes and grapes alone. I don’t suspect they’re a particularly popular topic outside of the first aid and healthy eating arena. Here’s the thing though. I don’t like grapes. I did. I used to munch through bunch after bunch after bunch. Juicy, full-bodied grape after juicy, full-bodied grape appeased my pregnancy induced sweet tooth when I was expecting our eldest. It doesn’t surprise me that some have labelled grapes a super food, and studies have been conducted into the benefits of eating (and in moderation, drinking) grapes. Take the red variety for example. It’s well known that red wine has certain benefits for your heart when drunk in small quantities. This actually comes from resveratrol which is a type of polyphenol contained in the skin so can be easily added to your diet by eating a portion of red grapes. Grapes of all colours (the palette extends to at least 7) contain plenty of vitamin C, and their seeds are packed full of antioxidants.


All that is very interesting. Not to mention they taste great! So, why don’t I like them? Shortly after the arrival of my first born my mind was changed. I found myself at a first aid course being taught how to handle and help a child who was choking. And we were warned: “grapes are a hazard, you must cut them in half”. Grapes are round and malleable, making it very easy for them to be swallowed whole. The windpipe of a child under the age of two is around eight millimetres wide, making it very easy for a grape to become lodged and completely obstruct the airway. The windpipe of an older child is not much bigger, you get the picture. Dislodging a stuck grape can be virtually impossible without proper medical equipment and combine that with the knowledge that you have maybe three or four minutes until a serious situation turns into a deadly one I found myself asking was it worth the risk?


I emerged from the class on the edge of going into some grape cutting frenzy lest my little one come into contact with grapes when he was weaned. I wanted every grape for miles around cut in half just in case. I got twitchy about it at play dates and parties, it consumed my once pragmatic and sensible mind with worry. I even brought it up at every nursery setting I visited and pre-school I went to look around lest they were not aware and might inadvertently offer my son a whole grape. They probably thought I was mad. I was. Mad with love and overcome by my maternal instinct to protect delicate throats from innocent looking monsters.

Around two years after the first course I diligently trotted along to a first aid refresher course. I have been going on first aid courses for as long as I can remember and things change so I know how important it is to keep up to date. This course confirmed that. Half grapes were now also considered a hazard. Sometimes they were still too big. They should be cut into quarters. I started to eye them with distaste in supermarket aisles and in the local greengrocers, opting instead for other varieties of fruit. The inward flow of grapes from a shop to my fridge certainly reduced. I was content with that. Not making a big deal out of them but cutting them into very small pieces when they were on the premises. I good balance I thought.


Then came the news. A local couple had found a black widow spider in a bunch of pre-wrapped grapes that they had bought from a local supermarket. Along with her babies. Quick research showed that this was not uncommon and in some grape growing regions these spiders are actively encouraged to ward off pests. Whilst black widow spiders may not be a huge threat to a healthy adult (they rarely bite and when they do it is uncommon for them to pose a serious problem) they certainly are to children. Just days later, another black widow was found in another punnet of grapes, also from a shop that we frequent. It felt like a sign.

So, there you have it. Somewhere between the choking hazard warning and the unwelcome guests I lost my appetite for those juicy little bites of superfood. We still have grapes on the premises, our boys enjoy them and I still snaffle the odd one in its quarters off their plates, but I will happily admit that we are much more careful now.




Wednesday, 23 September 2015

On starting school



As you walk away with his hand,
You walk away with my heart.
An angel in disguise,
A rainbow brightening my day,
I wave goodbye and he is gone

Into the wilderness that is school.
He travels with a skip in his step,
And I travel, homeward bound, with lead in mine.

I know you will take good care of him,
And his fragile childhood mind.
I hope you will make good memories with him,
Whilst he is away from me during this time.

I look forward to the day’s end,
I am eager to hear his thoughts.
I will treasure every sentence,
And hold them tight forever more.




Sunday, 6 September 2015

Staycation postcards: A final flourish, week two


We started the final full week of the summer holidays in great spirits. It’s birthday season in our household so we have a bounty of new toys and books to freshen young minds (and old!). Our two eldest boys’ birthdays are just 9 days apart and only a month after my husband’s birthday so the summer months are filled with celebration and fun.

Unfortunately whilst we can make meticulous plans, some elements such as the weather can put the kibosh on these. Such as it was on bank holiday Monday when Mother Nature felt that a good watering session was in order. And not just a quiet little, “excuse me I’m just going to sprinkle some water on the grass” type of watering, rather an upturned bucket type of watering. Plans for a fun filled family day out at a nearby museum were therefore postponed and instead we had a science and craft day at home with stories and den building thrown in for good measure. Air drying clay was moulded into various shapes (mostly snails and cars, in keeping with current favourite interests), water experiments complimented the mood outside and stories in the den were a lovely way to spend some quality family time.




Undeterred by the rain which continued further into the week than the weather forecasts would have us believe, we ventured to a local garden centre on Tuesday for lunch with my parents and a visit to the pets area which housed tropical fish including Rope Fish which we watched, and were watched back by beady, uncertain eyes. Garden centres are a fantastic cheap (or free) way to while away a few hours and discover a feast of interesting plants, garden apparatus and if you’re lucky a few pets too.




By Wednesday the rain had eased to drizzle so we escaped to Conkers. Set in the heart of the National Forest, near Ashby-de-la-Zouch, Conkers plays to the land around it. With lakes, trails, a maze, a wonderful playground, a small train and a barefoot walk no amount of temperamental weather could dampen our enjoyment. For the moments of heavier rain a discovery centre provided entertainment through hands on educational exhibits. A thoroughly enjoyable day out and one that we would recommend!






The week ended much as it had begun, library visits, park visits, reading, playing, dancing, and all those wonderful moments of exploration that regularly pass by the in the midst of more planned days. A highlight for our boys was managing to track down 10 snails in our garden and feeding them cucumber, and then going out for a celebratory restaurant lunch!




I have absolutely loved this 7 week summer holiday and I don’t feel at all ready to let it end. It has been a whirlwind of days out, days in, new places and old, family and friends. Just perfect. I hope that you have enjoyed our staycation postcards and that they may even offer some inspiration for new places to visit for you and your family.




The Freerange Family