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The boy who cried Mummy – Parenting annoyances

Welcome to another crazy insight into my world, my mind, my life with the boy who cried Mummy.

Without meaning to sound ridiculously selfish and ungrateful, I am so tired of hearing my name called, “Mummy” that is.  There are women that long to be called mummy. I know, ok, I’m sorry, I feel terrible complaining. But honestly those of you in the mummy club, please tell me you can relate. I love my child to pieces. I can’t even explain the love. That said, I really wish he would just stop saying “mummy” for five minutes, one minute even! Literally it’s non stop.

If you don’t have a child that does this or indeed a child at all, let me give you an insight into my current world.

Imagine you are called Sarah and you work in an office. Your boss is called David and is a little needy and over zealous. You are in the office trying to get things done. You are even just sitting at your desk on your break trying to get five minutes peace and this is what you experience;

Boss: “Sarah, look, I’m going to build a train track”

Sarah: “Oh cool”

Boss: “Sarah, I’ve put the first piece together”

Sarah: “Good job David, keep going”

Boss: “Sarah, can you see my train track?”

Sarah: Yes, I’m right here. It’s looking good. Don’t worry, I’m watching you. I can see everything.”

Boss: “Sarah?”

Sarah: “Yes?” (becoming exasperated)

Boss: “Sarah?”

Sarah: “Yes David, I already answered you, what is it”

Boss: “Sarah, I’m building a train track and putting all the pieces together”

Sarah: (not sure whether to cry or laugh) “Great David, that’s great”

You get my jist!? It’s relentless. Gosh I know I shouldn’t moan but sometimes I hear myself saying “can you just stop saying Mummy for five minutes?”

To which I hear “why?” Arrrgh!

I love to talk. I even love to talk nonsense. But sometimes even I get fed up of conversation.

Quite often throughout the day, at least 20 of the 100+ “Mummy’s” I hear are just for the sake of saying it. He literally goes about his day just habitually repeating the word Mummy. I have explained that this is dangerous as one day I may not respond to him when he really needs me to. Being so used to him calling my name for no apparent reason.

As heartless as this post sounds, I genuinely understand that he is two and half years old. He doesn’t understand why it would be annoying to keep saying Mummy. I’ve read that toddlers often say “why” and “what”, not for annoyance but to actually initiate conversation. I believe George’s repetition of the word “Mummy” may also be the same.

He is a very emotionally dependant on me and is never more than a few feet away. Perhaps he is also feeling a verbally emotional dependence as he is often quite shy around other people and doesn’t talk half as much. I have to add that I am a stay at home mum and spend almost 24/7 with George, including spending half our nights co-sleeping. He certainly isn’t saying it because he lacks my attention.

Or maybe he has just inherited my dislike of silence when in other peoples company. I would rather chat complete shit uninteresting nonsense when in the presence of others, than have to endure an awkward silence. Something that has found me digging a hole for myself on quite a few occasions. heck, you’ve only got to read my posts to realise what a rambler I am.

So before I ramble off topic much longer let’s return to the subject in hand. How do you feel about hearing “Mummy” or “Daddy” called a million times a day? Does every time you hear it fill you with elation or frustration? Do you believe there is another reason behind why children do this?

Until next time….

Easter 2017 – what’s all the fuss about? 

So here we are, Easter 2017, but what is the fuss all about? And clearly this year there is a fuss!

We all know the true meaning of Easter right? For some of us it’s the biblical meaning behind Easter. The rising of Christ. I’m not going to claim to know the details as I’m a non religious person. For others is all about the chocolate. Elaborate eggs or other shapes made from chocolate to indulge ourselves with. These are still a representation on Christianity. Symbolising new life in the same way as Jesus’s resurrection. 
My childhood memories of Easter are getting Easter eggs from relatives. We also used to make Easter bonnets. These would be worn in a parade around the school hall before a winner was announced. 
There were rumours of the Easter Bunny but it was vague and not such a feasible tale such as Father Christmas. 

Easter also prompts people to give up something they love for lent. A challenge again, with religious connotations but something I’ve been happily taking part in over the years. If nothing but to test my own will power and maybe lose a few pounds. 

Then there’s Easter 2017. The year we all went mad? Now I’m new to this “having a kid at Easter stuff”. Yes, George is two and half now but realistically he hasn’t been knowledgable about the whole Easter thing in previous years. But this year he gets it. 

The problem is that I don’t get it. I see Pinterest mums making Easter crafts for weeks prior to Easter. But I just couldn’t  muster the enthusiasm to take part. 
George has seen the eggs in the shops. Ionically just in time for him to become obsessed with chocolate. Relatives have brought him round eggs and he’s happily munched them. Hubs and I both bought him an egg. I bought him a simple £1 egg in a Paw patrol box which I knew would be gladly received. Hubs saw a chocolate train shaped “egg” and got him that too. 

Easter
George made an Easter card at nursery to bring home for us. We also got involved in painting with egg, bunny and chick stencils at our regular messy play session. We also visited our local farm and took part in an Easter egg hunt which was quite fun but again there wasn’t much explanation given as to why we all do this. 

Easter
However, my social media pals have had other ideas this year. I’ve seen pic after pic of parents having laid out a display of eggs, new toys, new clothes, Easter balloons and alike. All arranged in a Christmas or birthday style pile. Typically with a “can’t wait ’til little man/miss see’s their Easter treats”. Videos of children waking up and going downstairs to be surprised with their small mountain of Easter gifts. 
Did I miss the memo? Has this been the norm for years and I just never knew as I was childless? When did Easter become celebrated the same as Christmas? I even got a happy Easter card from my Dad! 

I haven’t returned this generosity. I have a grand total of 13 nieces and nephews and I don’t know how many friends children. I decided after buying Easter treats for them all last year that this just wasn’t sustainable. 

I’m by no means knocking people for doing this. Although I do find it a little unnecessary. Do what you like, if you can afford to. Mainly I don’t understand why?! Christmas has become a gift giving holiday for years now amongst a huge majority across the world. But aside from the giving of chocolate eggs and Easter egg hunts, when did the rest all start? 

We have woken up on Easter Sunday like it is any other day. We actually visited family and no one said Happy Easter to each other. 

You wouldn’t dream of seeing someone on Christmas Day and not saying Merry Christmas so I’m clearly not alone. 

What do you think? Has the commercialism got even more powerful this year? Did you buy your child lots of gifts for Easter? 

To all our readers, Christian or otherwise, wishing you a wonderful Easter and a Happy New Year (winks sarcastically). 

Signed the Easter Grinch. 

Until next time…….

Keep Calm and Carry On Linking Sunday

Ponies, Pub friends and Peppa Pig – A New Forest Holiday.

We have recently returned from a 4 night holiday to the New Forest. If I were to summarise our experience in short then ponies, pub friends and Peppa Pig are just a few of the things that made our stay there wonderful.

I’m sure some of you are thinking, “Oh great! Another mummy review about a holiday I couldn’t give a shit about!” But after regularly updating my personal Facebook page and also posting photos on instagram, I had lots of questions coming from people. They wanted to know what I thought of places we visited, where we were, so even if there is a small minority want to read this crap, then my possibly arthritic fingers have ached for nothing. (Big cheesy grin and a thumbs up from me.)

Our decision to book a break in the New Forest stemmed from a desire to take George (now 2 and half years) to Peppa Pig world before he completely lost interest in it altogether. If I’m honest I was feeling pretty hyperactive about it myself.

The New Forest really doesn’t describe itself very well. It’s actually a really, really old forest, decades in fact. But what it isn’t telling you is that it is one of the largest unenclosed pasture lands in the south east. Largest what what of a where now? Well basically it means that once you cross that cattle grid, it’s hello free roaming animals! Nothing can prepare you for the surreal beauty of this place!

Being my typical research freak self, I began looking for places to stay late last year and stumbled across an adventure packed holiday camp called Sandyballs. I checked that this wasn’t some sort of swingers camp, (have I ever told you about the time my 18 year old self and hubs accidentally found ourselves on the nudist beach at Brighton!)After confirming that everyone would be fully clothed and no car keys would be swapped, I subscribed to their mailing list.

Sidenote: I have no problem with swinging if that’s your chocolate cake. Each to their own. I just wouldn’t book that type of resort for a toddler friendly holiday. Let’s still be friends yeah.

new forest ponies

Just before New Years, they had a flash sale offering 15% off of the booking price. As a result, I managed to book us a comfort caravan on the site for £207 for 4 nights. When looking at hotels in the local area that offer 2 nights at Peppa Pig world (Paultons Park) and one night in their hotel, it equated to almost the same price and you would still be 18-30 miles away from the theme park!

Although the Sandyballs booking didn’t include the Peppa Pig tickets, these are £27.25 if purchased in advance online. Saving £4.50 per person the day and once purchased the ticket is open ended so can be used once on almost any date until the end of October 2017.

Our booking included a 4 night stay in a two bed caravan, sleeping 4 people. The caravan came equipped with central heating in all rooms, microwave and a decent size lounge television with built in DVD player.  It had other things but these are the things that are important to me and the night time milk monster. For a full inventory, check the Sandyballs website. (Link further down, cheeky way to force you to keep reading methinks).

In my own opinion and with relatively high expectations I found the accommodation clean and comfortable, aside from the mattresses on the beds! These were very soft if i’m being polite, completely knackered and in need of an update if I’m being honest. On one of the singles you had to fight not to roll off one side.  Outside you have a single parking space directly next to your caravan, some were a very short walk to a small parking area. If you have ever been to Centreparcs though then this is a luxury you will possibly appreciate. You also have a picnic table and barbeque. All service charges and linen are included in the price. As well as use of the leisure facilities. I’m not going to waffle on about everything in lots of detail because their website does that all for me.

All you need to know is, I loved it, hubs loved it, George said he loved it. Although at the time he was going through some weird “I can’t believe you’ve driven me 2 hours up the road and called it a holiday anxiety”. He spent the week insisting hubs carried him everywhere like some sort of Egyptian ruler and told me to “go away, I don’t want you”. To be fair though, when we took a walk through the forest it had random strange headstones and felt eerie. So perhaps it was haunted and George was in fact possessed for the week.

new forest comfort caravan

My overall opinion is that is was clean, friendly, welcoming and somewhere we would most definitely recommend.

Onsite you have a convenience store. The prices are relatively reasonable and not massively increased. Genuinely! I’d say everything was marked up by about 50p more than the supermarkets but that’s to be expected. There are a few local supermarkets such as Tesco express and Waitrose just a short drive away though.

There is an amusements arcade with a good selection of old and new style arcade games and penny drop machines. Next door to this is an unsupervised soft play area for younger children and toddlers. We didn’t get around to trying this unfortunately, but it looked pretty cool. As did the huge park play area which again we sadly didn’t get around to trying. But there wouldn’t be a reason to go back if we had exhausted everything so every cloud and all that.

sandyballs amusement arcade

Across the road from our caravan we had an access path to the forest. This was an active walk up and down hills and with access to the river. A toddler could manage it though. Sandyballs appear to own this part of the forest as there are many signs for their activities such as clay shooting and pond dipping. They have such a huge array of activities. We didn’t actually book any except cycle hire. There really is so much to do for every age. Checkout their website here, Sandyballs to see all they have to offer. It has our seal of approval.

Anyone that knows me, knows I believe that life is too short and the world is too vast to return to the same place twice. But on  rare occasions I will. I believe Sandyballs has so much to offer that we would both love to return for maybe a 7 day stay and hire a lodge with a hot tub.

It’s also worth noting that we went just out of season in the last week of March so there is more on offer during peak times. There wasn’t much in the way of evening entertainment. Onsite there is a restaurant, The Forest table, offering Italian cuisine. We had a fry up breakfast here one morning and it was delicious. This restaurant appeared calmer of an evening and less suitable for the likes of a noisy toddler and his Blaze and the Monster machines car tearing it up and down the table.

We chose to dine at the Woodside Inn one night and stopped by a second night for dessert and drinks. The Woodside Inn is both dog and child friendly. This reminded me of the scene in the film Titanic. Whilst the more refined classes were enjoying fine dining in the upper decks or in this case The Forest Table. We were herded together, dogs and rowdy children into the pub the Woodside Inn, to do some irish dancing on the tables. Clearly this is just a figment of my imagination but it did make me chuckle.

We absolutely loved it at the Woodside inn. The food was lush and portion sizes were sufficient. We attended the pub quiz curry night on the wednesday and there was a good mix of pensioners, 50 somethings and thirty something families in attendance. The banter was good and the quiz was very well organised. Needless to say our confidence wasn’t much help as we came close to bottom.

The staff everywhere were very friendly and always made an effort to interact with George, who was at times struggling to adjust to the excitement of being on holiday and was being very clingy and temperamental.

The swimming pool area was nice but it wasn’t all singing and dancing, no slides or alike. There are two small triangular splash pools for toddlers, either side of the steps to the main pool. As it was March, we couldn’t try the outside pool as it is closed off peak. I absolutely loved having some much needed chill time in the Jacuzzi and Spa, pummelling my sore muscles after a crazy bike ride. Whilst still being able to seeing hibs and little one play together in the splash pool.

new forest mountain biking

Ah yes, the bike ride. Hubs and I haven’t ridden bikes in just over two years. Having hired from  the onsite cycle centre, who provided us with a route map of varying difficulties, we set off. It was George’s first time on the back of a bike in a special childs seat. We were apprehensive as to whether he would enjoy it, but he really did.

Our chosen cycle route took us down the road before entering the forest. Once in the forest, we encountered many ponies. You are advised not to approach or touch them, but they approached us so it seemed rude not to. They simply wanted a little scratch and then they were on their way again, munching through the forest. At one point a grey pony crossed the path ahead, specifically to stand in my way. I asked him if he was trying to tell me not to continue that route and he simply looked at me and walked off. Leaving me dumbfounded. Needless to say he wasn’t wasn’t warning me about any dangers ahead. Maybe about the small stream we had to ride across that I ended up getting a sodden foot in, but I’m here to tell the tale.

The ponies were just totally surreal. As soon as you cross the cattle grid there are ponies galore, with the odd cow and donkey. It was just awe-inspiring.

Until next time…..

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Flying With A Baby

A tubthumping Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day in our household was seeming like an ordinary day. Hubs was having a lie in and I was going about my normal motherly , housewife duties when this just hit me.

Seeing fellow mummies share posts of breakfast in bed and showered with gifts (shame on me for having my birthday 6 days prior) I felt compelled to start writing.

And so a tubthumping Mother’s Day was born. Read this to the tune of Tubthumping by Chumbawamba. A hit with anyone old enough to remember the 90’s. Even better, pop the tune on in the background whilst you read my ‘alternative’ lyrics. I hope it brings a smile to your face.

Tubthumping – Chumbawamba

 A Tubthumping Mother’s Day


We’ll be singing, coz we’re women, we’ll be singing.

I get no sleep, I get up in the night, I’ve got a toddler who’s screaming “Milk!”
I get no sleep, but I get up at dawn, I ain’t never gonna lie in late!
I get him milk, but he won’t go to sleep, he wants to come and sleep in my bed.
I bring him in, but he won’t go to sleep, he wants the television on instead!

Wishing my life away…..tomorrows another day.

I change a wet nappy
I change a pooey nappy
I feed the toddler
I feed the pussy cats
I check my Facebook reminds me of the good times
I check my Instagram reminds me of the better times.

Ohhh…mummy I…mummy I..want my Paw Patrolllllll!!!!!!

I get back up and I sit down again….you won’t ever let me stay sat down!
I get your yoghurt….and then I get your drink
I’m feeling like some sort of waitress now
I get no tips
I get more whining
And Daddy is god knows where right now!
I’m thinking tea and something nice to eat
But I’ll just have to make my own in this house!

Putting the toys awayyyy
Putting the toys awayyyy

I clean the litter tray
I clean the bottles
I put the laundry on
I get the hoover out
I check my Facebook reminds me of the good times
I check my Instagram reminds me of the better times.

Don’t cry for me, it will soon be Fathers Day 😜

I get back up, and I sit down again….you won’t ever let me stay sat down.
I get some food
The cats done a poo
Will I ever get to finish my mouth
I sip my drink
And it’s gone cold again
I may just as well be nil by mouth
I get no break and then I hear hubs say,
Wish Mummy Happy Mothers Day!

Until next time…..

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The Best Job You Will Ever Apply For, Parenthood – The #KCACOLS Linky

Have you ever thought about that one job, the best job that you will ever apply for?

Remember when you saw that new position open within the company you’ve always admired and fantasised over? When you felt so bored of your old work life and wanted something new and exciting, so you applied for that ‘dream’ job. You told all your friends (the discreet ones anyways), about how much you wanted that new job. You tweaked your CV and practised your interview skills. And then the unthinkable happened and you got it! The job you wanted, the best job, was yours,  goodbye dreary old mundane job.

“I’m on my way to an exciting, new challenge” you told yourself.

Everyone around you, friends, family, colleagues became excited for you. Some were sad you would be leaving them but in general you was moving on to do something you had always wanted.
Finally, after much anticipation and wondering what your new job would be like, the day arrives. Will my boss like me? Will he think I work hard enough to make him happy? What if the increased hours are too much on me? The pay is a lot less, will I cope? Is it really the best job?

As the first week in your new role draws to a close, you have mixed feelings. Friends and family are still over the moon that you have embarked on a new stage in your life.

You are feeling pretty exhausted mentally, emotionally and physically. In fact you’ve hardly slept. Your boss gives you mixed signals which you are having trouble getting to grips with deciphering. One minute he’s over the moon with your efforts and all smiles. The next you have clearly done something wrong, although you are oblivious as to what, and he is screaming in your face. You only wish the company had procedures for how to deal with this but it’s up to you to work it for yourself.
Your friends and family give you advice on how they deal with their temperamental bosses but it’s not always helpful. Your boss is his own individual and wants what HE wants not what other bosses are necessarily satisfied with.

As time goes on you settle into your role more. You and your boss come to find common ground. However, he’s still a very changeable character and certainly keeps you on your toes. The pay still isn’t great but there are lots of non monetary benefits.

You have good days and bad, and days where you think about taking another promotion. It involves even more work but your boss would have less control as you would now have a consortium managing your everyday schedules.

Despite always wondering if you did the right thing by taking this job, it’s a fantastic job that you know many long to do. Your efforts are visible daily and you know the company just couldn’t thrive as it does without your input.

The best job is officially titled “Mother” or “Father”. But I prefer my badge to say Mama.

Best job
Until next time……

Keep Calm and Carry On Linking Sunday

The Friday Bruce Almighty helped me out – That Friday Linky

Friday has arrived. The first thing to recognise about today is that it is my eldest sister’s birthday so shout out to her. She really is the most kind and caring person there is and has always mothered me. Yesterday also marked the birthday of my step sister who is the same age as me. We are 18 days apart. I feel more like we are non biological, Irish twins rather than step sisters. Hate the term step. She’s my sister.
So today has been one of those Fridays where you feel like some kind of superhero. Do you have those days? I think it’s really important to recognise days when you exceed expectations of yourself.
This particular Friday morning I had rather foolishly booked a fringe trim for 9am. George is 2 years old and an only child, whilst I’m a stay at home mum.  So I’m not used to early starts and being out of the door before 9. The person in charge of my
Book of life also decided this morning that my alarm would fail and that I would wake at 7:57am!
With under an hour to get myself and a procrastinating toddler ready, I saw he was a sweaty sticky mess and realised it was my hair washing day and the dry shampoo was something I’d foolishly left off the shopping list. (In truth I read a article a while back about it causing bald patches and I’ve not bought it since, despite loving the magic of the stuff!).
Despite all this. I somehow managed to wash and blow dry my hair. Slap on some minimalist make up. Dress and shower both myself and George. Layer us both up, with a quick kiss sending hubby on his way to work, also unblocking  the driveway for my car to leave.
I’m not sure if some Jim Carrey God type, ala Bruce Almighty, froze time for us this morning but somehow we made it on time. George even forgot to throw his routine tantrum over something ridiculous on the way out of the door.
Arriving at the hairdressers at 9.05am with a dinosaur dangled in front of George’s face to encourage him to run faster, I began to explain my morning. The staff there congratulated me on my achievement.
Big fucking deal I hear you say. Well as I explained at the start, for me, it is. So I subconsciously gave myself a little “you’re fabulous” award before settling down for a quick fringe trim.
Feeling tidy and perfected, I headed to McDonald’s for a breakfast of champions. George got some rather satisfying puddle jumping in and we enjoyed a naughty breakfast treat together. Looking at the clock I realised we had a Hartbeeps class scheduled for 10am.
Pulling up at the village hall for our regular Friday Hartbeeps sesh, I was perfecting my reverse parking manoeuvre when I heard a loud crunch. Those vertical paving slabs that were at the back of the parking bay were closer than I had realised. Again, upon looking, I found no damage. Bruce Almighty must have been at work again.
Hartbeeps was its usual crazy dancing and singing self and we got to spend time with some friends. It’s a franchise that offers classes nationwide. I can fully recommend you try it. It starts as young as a babe in arms.
We finished our crazy morning with a play session at a friends house. I had crazily decided to make some avocado chocolate brownies the night before for us mummies to enjoy. The recipe was in the free Asda magazine. They contain a lot of peanut butter and to be honest it’s hard to taste much else. My friend seemed to enjoy them. I don’t like avocado but I know it has great health benefits so this is a great way for me to sneak it into my diet.
I’m don’t practice any religion or believe in a particular holy being. I actually read an article yesterday that suggests I might be a humanist. The jury is still out on that one. But I can’t help feeling like everything was on our side this Friday morning. It may sound ridiculous but if I do have a guardian angel, they definitely gave me a helping hand this morning.
Wishing you all a fabulous Friday and a wonderful weekend. Achieve what you can and give yourself credit where credit is due.
Until next time……
 This post was taking part in #ThatFridayLinky . Organised by Twin Mummy and Daddy
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Friday, Bruce Almighty, Breakfast, Brownies and Hartbeeps.

The Natural History Museum – London. A toddler’s experience

Here’s a little run down of our day out at The Natural History Museum in London and our first experience there with a toddler in tow.

A physio appointment for myself brought us all to London for the day. Making the most of our train ticket we thought we would introduce a two year old George to the wonders of the Natural History museum. The museum is easy to get to by tube by most tube stations in this area are not pushchair or wheelchair friendly as they are steps and escalators.

natural history museum

Having refused to nap all day, George wasn’t feeling overly energetic and spent a lot of time at the natural history museum just chilling on Daddy’s shoulders or in the pushchair. Nonetheless he seemed thoroughly fascinated by a lot of what he was seeing. You could see his little mind drinking it all in.

natural history museum

The mammals section of the museum was particularly popular with an abundance of different size stuffed animals and birds. There’s also a human biology section where there were plenty of levers and buttons for George to press and pull to make himself feel useful with. I don’t think he understood what most of them were for. In the creepy crawlies section there were lots of older children using magnifying glasses to inspect insects and arachnids encased in small Perspex cubes. There was also a very large moving scorpion to scare the wotsits out of any passing child.

natural history museum

The most interesting of sections for us was the hall displaying various complete dinosaur skeletons. As well as the centrepiece being focused on various mammals and the late blue whale. It was round a very noisy corner of this hall that we discovered a huge crowd drawn to a life size animatronic Tyrannosaurus Rex. We spent some time admiring him and watching him move on the spot and roar at various intervals. George was very dubious of the T-Rex but remained tear free thanks to some reassurance from Mummy that the dinosaur was just saying ‘Hello’.

natural history museum

There was plenty more that we didn’t see as we wanted a leisurely day and reason to return in the future. We did enquire where the large hall was containing a huge diplodocus skeleton. Something I remembered from my childhood. The museum worker informed me that at present the great hall is having a redevelopment and when it reopens it will contain the great blue whale. More information here Hintze Hall redevelopment.

Meanwhile Dippy the diplodocus is due to start a 3 year tour at the start of 2018. This was slightly disappointing as I think George would have been in awe of the scale. Plus it’s his favourite dinosaur. It’s something I could’ve found out if I had checked in advance. We are looking forward to returning once the redeveloped Hintze Hall is complete.

Dippy the Diplodocus Tour Dates and Locations

Now let’s get to food. My favourite part. There was a fab range of shopping and eating facilities within the building. We chose to eat in The Kitchen. Special kids lunch packs were on offer hut George is particularly fussy so snacked on a selection we too with us. We had the choice of lovely fresh cooked pies and alike. The also did lovely crusted sole fillets if your kiddie wanted a cooked meal. We opted for amazingly delicious wraps which were £7.95 but came with your choice of two side salads. Now when I say salad, I’m not talking some chopped iceberg and a bit of cucumber. I chose the delicious cherry tomato and mozzarella ball salad tossed in pesto. As well as the roasted sweet potato salad and was served 4 large wedges. The food was amazingly good quality and the wrapped was stuffed to busting point. With two salads included in the price, £7.95 is very reasonable. Drinks included wine, prosecco, cordials and San pellegrino. My fav! Although it’s worth noting they have a free water drinks dispenser at the cutlery station. For dessert hubby had a honey and yoghurt cheesecake which he was raving about for hours. I had a scrumptious crispy road. A slab of rocky road style treat with maltesers, rice crispies and smarties. It was utterly delectable. We later found a restaurant called the jungle grill which did burgers, pizza and steak. With two arguing animatronic dinosaurs at the entrance to the restaurant they were definitely a crowd puller. The restaurant appeared colourful and great for kids.

Natural history museum

Overall we had a fun filled day with plenty of exercise. I may not have included everything in this review but I have given my verdict on the areas I experienced.

Until next time……..

Life with a toddler – the 2014 model 

Does anyone else have a toddler, the male, 2014 model? It came with the early speech development add on already installed. The only reason I enquire is that I’m not sure if mine has a glitch. 

Let me explain in more detail. It was behaving fairly normally for two years and three months. In the past month though it’s suddenly developed a possible malfunction. It requests certain things and then when I produce these items it then proceeds to go into meltdown. It makes a high pitched whining noise and can often just collapse to the floor demanding the opposite to the thing it just requested. 

Toddler, two
The early speech development add on is useful in these situations in that it helps to determine more quickly, the error which has occurred. But it doesn’t always seem satisfied with my efforts to rectify the error. It can often produce statements which are very contradictory. 

I can’t fault it otherwise. It’s entertaining, the extra cute add on was definitely a wise investment, as was the “heart melting smile” option. It’s very helpful with everyday tasks and responds pretty well to suggestions and commands. 

Toddler, two
It’s pretty fuel efficient in that most of what I try to put into it is rejected and instead it prefers to run on empty. It’s relatively good at recharging itself through the day and night although sometimes I do have to help it during this process. I’m not sure if it was accidentally installed with the “extra reassurance” add on but it doesn’t seem to want to be left alone when recharging. 

Overall I love my male, toddler 2014 model. I am thinking of getting another but maybe hold out for the 2020 toddler model as I’ve heard that it may sync with my 2014 model better. 

If you can offer any tips to helps with these glitches then please do. I’m sure they are only temporary though so I will continue to monitor and document the behaviour for the time being. 

Until next time……

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My funny valentine – Valentines with a toddler part one

🎶My funny valentine

Sweet comic valentine

You make me smile with my heart 🎶

– Frank Sinatra

I thought I’d start with just a few lines from this wonderful song. In honour of the annual celebration of Valentine’s Day  I wanted to share with you my estimation of the day. Do’s, dont’s and couldn’t give a fucks.

  1. Cards -we’ve admitted we have got each other cards. Mine to hubby is actually last years. I bought it, put it in a safe place, forgot where said safe place was, then found it some time in May. The sentiment is the same. It says something about loving his willy (the words on the card, not mine). Although I have been informed by my brother in law that ‘willy’ is soooo not the in thing to say. Apparently those ‘down with the kids’ (I’m in early thirties for fuck sake) now call it the D. The D! Yes, really. Anyways I’m waffling again.
  2. Gifts – we just don’t anymore. We are both watching our weight so choccies are out of the question. Love album Cd’s no. No space for then  and it’s all about the music downloads now. Blimey, I’m old enough to remember making mix tapes! Sexy undies, not planning on staying this size for long so kind of a waste of money.
  3. Flowers – we have three cats and hardly anywhere they can’t get to. One of our cats literally eats everything in sight. When George was born, our bro in law brought us flowers to congratulate us. Before I could get them out of the way she had already eaten a piece of a leaf. It turned it it was a Lily leaf. Cue 3 days in the emergency vets having her kidneys flushed as she was suffering severe poisoning and kidney failure. A £1,300 vet bill later, which was thankfully covered by the insurance, but no thank you. Those gorgeous flowers can stay in the shop.
  4. Going out for a meal. Now this has actually happened. Albeit 2 days prior to the event and with George napping in the pushchair next to the table but this happened. Ok it wasn’t candlelit or anything but we had some quality time together.
  5. The bragging. Now part of me loves the bragging. Seeing the lovely ladies of my life being spoilt all over Facebook. They deserve it. The men. I don’t know. They don’t often tell or they don’t get anything? Who knows. Then there are my single friends. I feel bad that this day is shoved in their faces. Then there are the lovely cards you get sent home from nursery and that’s when I feel like maybe Valentines is for sharing love with everyone,  not just a partner. That is until I see “happy valentines from the cat” in the shop and then I realise how commercially crazy the world has gone.
  6. Quality time – I mean if Valentine’s Day does anything for us it’s to make us feel guilty about not being bothered about spending quality time together just because the calendar says so. I have a cold or a migraine , hubby has had a hard day at the office and a shitty drive home, yet here we are expected to be acting out scenes from the latest 50 shades movie whilst feeding each other chocolate dipped strawberries. The the guilt because what we are actually likely to be doing is eating toad in the hole whilst watching Eastenders and then collapsing in bed with a toddler under one arm and a cat on each foot.
  7. Surprises – waiting for a knock at the door or a delivery to the office. A walking balloon in a box that never comes or a large bouquet of flowers. It’s not gonna happen so I’ll switch anticipation mode off now.
  8. Proposals – myself and most of my family and friends are already married or engaged so there’s few proposals expected. Sadly for me, as I am a bit of a wedding-a-holic.
  9. Spa days – ah yes the spa day. I would actually love a spa day. But I’m thrifty. I want the most I can get for as little money as possible. Just the word ‘Valentines’ added to a spa package will no doubt bump the price up a fair bit straight away. I’d rather we waited and went during a non commercial rip off period
  10. ❤️ Love ❤️ – save the best for last as they say. No matter what you think about Valentine’s Day, I will use it as an opportunity to think about how much I love hubster. We all have been known to take our other half for granted and when you’ve been together 18 and a half years it’s bound to happen. But I love to stop and remind myself why we fell in love. So maybe we will take the evening to watch our wedding video or just talk about the days when we first got together.

Wishing you all a wonderful day whatever you do.

Happy Valentines.

Until next time……

Keep Calm and Carry On Linking Sunday

Reasons to smile – the happy side of parenting. 

I’ve decided to share with you a few reasons to smile if you are a parent of a toddler. Sharing’s caring and all that, and if I make you smile then let me know. I’m a people pleaser so if I make someone happy, that’s makes me happy.

In this crazy world of parenting, I feel like a good majority get far too hung up on the negatives. Lack of sleep, lack of time to yourself, lack of time full stop, non stop mess to tidy, our bodies getting wrecked by these tiny beings blah blah blah. The list goes on.

Parenting does have this little known Happy sidento it. Very, very rarely though do I hear parents talking about it. When asked how they are,  parents often respond with something negative about their child, myself included. It just seems to be the norm now that if someone asks a parent “hi, how are you?” , the response is more often than not related to the child and what terrible phase or stage they are at. Well I’m here to change this trend!

Yes my toddler can drive me up the wall and sometimes I can’t wait to hand him over to someone else for an hour. But this post is to acknowledge how much happiness he brings to my life regardless of any of the struggle parenthood brings.

Kids say the funniest things. Here are some of the classics George has made me giggle with recently.

“where the fuck have you been?”. Said to me after I popped downstairs to grab my drink and bring it upstairs where we were playing. I have to admit I am guilty of saying this word a lot. Naughty mummy, I’m trying to stop I promise.
“I not go ‘flying’ through the windscreen because I don’t have wings!”. This was in response to me explaining why he needed to wear his car seat straps as in a crash he may go flying.
“Don’t worry mummy, I make you better”. Approaching me with his doctors kit after I said I had a migraine.
“Sockies don’t be scared, let’s be friends yeah”. To our cat who isn’t scared of him but the other two run away from him.
“Oh, what’s that noise outside, it’s a girl, she’s sad, she wants me to play with her”. Randomly said during an evening bath.
“Stop singing Daddy’s song!” Whilst singing Queen, Don’t stop me now. This is mine and my sisters karaoke song! When I smiled at him he questioned it! Kids! Always a “what” and a “why” to throw my way.

George is an adorable singer. At not far past two years old, he knows a variety of songs, some old school nursery rhymes and some theme tunes from his favourite TV shows. He often gets me to sing it and then says, “sing it again”. This happens about three times as he watches me intently, learning the words, then sings along with me. It’s adorable. Plus I love having a mini singing buddy and feeling like a superstar when he watches me so intently.

He now gets very excited by the arrival of daylight, jumping up and down on the bed trying to wake us up saying “wake up mummy, daddy, it’s morning time!” He will also put his head under the duvet or crawl under my pillows and declare that he’s hiding. I love his enthusiasm and world of wonderment.


So my challenge to you is to try and share something positive about parenthood next time you are asked.

I fully support sharing all emotions, following the belief that sharing is caring no matter what feeling you share. I am a huge promoter of positivity and optimism though and this post aims to show this.

Until next time……

Keep Calm and Carry On Linking Sunday