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Jolie Discusses Her Culinary Skills

Angelina Jolie has revealed that her six-year-old son Pax is a better cook than she is.

The actress opened up about her home life, including Pax’s culinary skills, in the December issue of Vogue magazine.

In the article, readers get a glimpse inside Angelina and Brad Pitt’s household with its six kids, bulldog named Jacques and nannies who speak Vietnamese to Pax and Cambodian to Maddox.

The Hollywood star said she feels her oldest son, nine-year-old Maddox, who she adopted in 2001, almost raised her. Maddox seems aware of his mother’s feelings, encouraging her when she cooks breakfast, saying “Good job!”

She also talks about daughter Shiloh, who recently found a dead bird and wanted to keep it as a pet. Angelina’s answer was to find a bird from a taxidermist instead.

The Wanted star calls long-term partner Brad “extremely handsome and the most sexy,” but said she feels most in love when she sees him with their six kids.

Source: Irish Independent

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Lying children will grow up to be successful citizens

The earlier a child starts telling convincing lies the more likely they are to be a success in later life, new research suggests.

Researchers have found that the ability to tell fibs at the age of two is a sign of a fast developing brain and means they are more likely to have successful lives.

They found that the more plausible the lie, the more quick witted they will be in later years and the better their abiliy to think on their feet.

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Sleepover Survival Guide

PARENTS’ SLEEPOVER SURVIVAL GUIDE

1 Make sure your child is ready

As the parent, you are the best person to judge. It is probably too early if a child is clingy, has bedwetting issues or is very dependent on bedtime routines. Make it clear that the child can ask to come home at any time and nobody will mind.

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Diary of a Mum of Two – Toddler No More…

The arrival of the infant has had a huge effect on all the Catyn Family. I’ve alternated between joy at having two healthy beautiful children, and a desire to lock myself in the shed until everyone is over 18, or in the case of the adults, willing to act that way. The husband is the same (although I am pretty sure he would want his own rather than a shared shed). The infant probably wishes he was back in the nice little swimming pool, where there was a lot less noise, and where he didn’t have to roar his head off to get a bit of grub. And finally – the person who has changed the most in the last 3 months – the toddler; I can hardly believe I am typing this about a two year old, but she has grown up, and is a toddler no more. (more…)

Growing Pains

My heart sank for a little while recently, when,  in the middle of reading  my two-year-old his bedtime story, in marches the Bigger Boy announcing that he has a surprise for his little brother.

“Here, you can have Rusty Bear. I don’t need him because I’m a big boy now – I’m nearly four”.

“What? Are you sure?”, I asked.

“Yes mummy. I am too big for teddies. Sam can have him now”.

“But what about Affie?”, I asked, (Affie is a small toy rabbit which has been around since he was a few months old).

“Sam can have her too”.

I was genuinely stunned. Offering to give up his teddies is the equivalent of him offering to give up one of his limbs he is so dependant on them.

I felt a lump rise in my throat as I finished the story and put the Small Boy to bed. I wasn’t ready for my little boy to make such assertions about not needing his teddies. For the last three years and ten months of his life, those two teddies have been his constant companion. The last things to be asked for as lights go out at bedtime, retrieved from down the side of the bed in the middle of the night and the first things to be asked for in the morning. They have been on our best holidays, attended family weddings, helped to look after him in hospital, been the only things that can stop tears after a nasty fall and have been washed and hung out to dry more times than I care to remember.

Just as I was getting really nostalgic about all this, my ever-so-grown-up boy had a minor incident resulting in a cut lip and plenty of tears. As I was in the process of calming him down, Daddy came home and took over.

Still mildly traumatised by the fact that the teddies had been side-lined, I went downstairs to cook dinner. A little while later, Daddy came downstairs.

“Is he OK”?, I asked.

“He’s fine”, he said, “A tiny bit of blood but he asked for his teddies and he’s calmed down and gone to sleep.”

I smiled. Turns out he was not quite ready to grow up after all.

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