10 reasons why I am a fantastic mum . . .

>> Saturday, 26 February 2011

. . . according to my children.
Yes I asked them, because I was in need of a boost and there is nothing finer than indulging yourself in the warm glow of your kids when you're feeling flat.
So I asked them, what are the things that I do which make you happy.
Here are their answers:

  1. I let them eat chocolate for breakfast
    (I only did this at Christmas but they seem to see it as a year-round thing).
  2. I play wrestling and don't pretend to lose.
    (That'll be because I am Competitive Mum).
  3. I know all the words to The Flintstones theme tune.
    (And Scooby Doo. And The Muppets. And The Hairbear Bunch).
  4. I am ace at helping build Lego figures.
    (According to my son, I'd be even better if I stopped taking over ALL THE TIME).
  5. I still give piggybacks
    (and let me tell you, my kids aren't light)
  6. I let my 8 year old have a friend for sleepover two nights in a row
    (A big ole mistake on my part; I thought they'd been arranged for consecutive weeks not the same bloody weekend!)
  7. I'll play Bakugan
    (Oh god! If you have a son of Bakugan age, run run RUN away)
  8. I cook roast dinners - and not just on a Sunday
  9. I let them give me a makeover using my make up
    (And end up looking like I've been mugged)
  10. "You spend lots of time with us even when we know you've got washing and stuff to do . . . "
    MELT

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The Gallery: Week 48

>> Friday, 25 February 2011

Hello and welcome to week 48 of The Gallery.

This week I have really enjoyed taking the week off work and being with the children for half term.
Don't get me wrong it's been tiring and hard work and I have SLEPT every night.
But it's also been great to just hang out; watch DVDs, go for walks, make stuff, bake stuff, go to the cinema, go for lunch together, not get dressed until midday.

Sometimes I spend so much time dreading having to entertain them every day, that I forget just how much fun it really is these days.

So this week's theme ties in nicely with this; this week's theme is: Simple Pleasures.
What are yours? Walking, cuddling up on the sofa, time alone, gardening, curled up with a good book, walking the dog?
Give us an insight into the simple pleasures which make your day.

Don't forget to come back on Wednesday to add your link when The Gallery post goes up. Then visit as many of the other entries as you can to see what they've come up with.

Say hi, discover new people, welcome them in when they discover you.
Appreciate the wonderful words and photos that are opening themselves up to you.
The link stays open until the following Tuesday, so don't worry if you don't manage to post your photo on Wednesday.

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The Gallery: Expressions

>> Wednesday, 23 February 2011

Such a Mona Lisa smile.

This is a look my 5 year old wears often; Knowing, contained, brewing.
We're going through a bit of a teenage stage at the moment whereby she acts like a 14 year old and I tear my hair out at her lack of being 5.
She sighs and rolls her eyes at me. At a recent visit to the cinema to see Disney's Tangled I may have shed a tear in parts, and Mia looks at me like I'M embarrassing HER!
If I'm telling her off or explaining why she shouldn't do something, she tilts her head to one side, smiles, and says in a flat, emotionless tone: "Mummy, let me explain" like she's drumming up great wells of patience to deal with ME.

This is a smile I recognise all too well.
And I know exactly what that look means: Bloody big trouble for me that's what.

This post is for Week 47 of The Gallery: Expressions.
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Am I the only one who actually enjoys supermarket shopping?

>> Sunday, 20 February 2011

When I was a little girl I insisted on being taken supermarket shopping with my mother.
I loved it.
She told me the minute I HAD to do it for myself or a family, that I wouldn't be quite so keen.
She was wrong.
I still love it.

Granted some of my most embarrassing moments have been in supermarkets at the hands of my daughter.
Like the time she told a mother very loudly exactly what she thought of her parenting skills.
Or the time she called a very large lady a "fat cow" only to then point out she was talking about a picture of a fat cow in the dairy aisle and not the lady I was now apologising to.
Or the time we ran into a very friendly dwarf who stopped and chatted to us, and as he turned to go, she says very loudly "what was THAT?"
Yes yes, all quality cheek burning stuff.

I thought I was on my own with my love of supermarket shopping.
But no. There are more of us out there. Witness these Twitter messages:






So then Tesco gets in touch with me and says do you fancy testing out our online shopping service?
And I'm a bit 'but why would I do that?'. However, I do love me a bit of internet shopping so I agree.
They'll give me £50 off if I spend £75 or more. £75 or more? I can do that in the first aisle most weeks.
This is why I love physically going to the store. The cruising up and down the aisles, head in the clouds, humming a tune, planning out blog posts.
Let's face it, supermarket time for me is now 'me' time!

But truth be told I couldn't fault the online service.
As I use a Clubcard in store they knew many of my favourites already so it didn't take me long to fill my virtual basket up.
They told me relevant offers, told me when I was missing out on offers, gave me alternatives, I could have my shopping delivered without bags (I always use my own) and it was actually quick and rather painless.

Then the delivery man came to my door and my love of the service shot up again. We stood there chatting about the bizarre 'alternatives' people have been sent (you order garlic, they don't have any so you're sent salt instead. Or my favourite: ordered bananas and got sent yellow peppers instead).
And there you have it, my shopping delivered on time, painlessly and with a little humour thrown in.

That being said I'm not giving up my actual trips to the supermarket any time soon.
I mean why would I want to miss the day my daughter yelled across the checkouts to the woman who had dropped her packet of frozen peas: "Oi LADY. Oi. Look over here!"?
No siree, not me!

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On being less than perfect

>> Friday, 18 February 2011

My life is not perfect.

It is not a fairytale where everything is good all the time.
And for one reason or another, this week I have really struggled.

None of us have lives that are all good, all the time. None of us.
I mostly blog here about the good, the happy, the firsts, the biggies, the picture postcard moments.
I don't talk about these to gloss over the bad. My life just is pretty good most of the time.
And I'm not going to feel bad about that.
I love my life. I love parenthood for all it's dramas, it's highs, it's lows, it's tiring, draining, dark corner moments. I relish them all because that is what I've always been prepared for.
I didn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to a sick child, or to feed a hungry baby or to hold hands after a nightmare.
I didn't mind being vomited on, downing in a sea of nappies, having nipples so sore it made me cry.
That's what I was expecting. Being a mum meant going all through that stuff to me and I was totally up for it.

And now I'm out the other side of the 'baby' stuff, it's still hard. Really hard.
But that's fine too. 
I didn't go into being a mother thinking it was going to be walks in parks and sunshine every day.

So yes, I shout at my children, then sit down with my head in my hands regretting it.
I row with my husband over insanely trivial stuff. We've had tough times. TOUGH times.
My children sometimes fight and squabble and say words they shouldn't.
When I'm really tired and can't be bothered we go to McDonald's for tea.
When I'm ill and irritable I take it out on those I love.
I say mean things about people then instantly regret it because I only ever try to see the good in others.
I sit the children in front of a film so I can escape for an hour and just sit in the quiet upstairs on my own.
I curse my husband and wonder why he can't be like the other husbands I see who do X and Y and Z.
I do anything for a quiet life so withdraw and ignore when others are being mean or outrageous around me. Then regret not doing anything about it.

But that's just life I guess. Big, dirty, crazy, tiring, life.

However, this week I have struggled.
I have felt lost and alone and without direction.
These are things I don't blog about because that is my line in the sand. That's not what this blog is for.
They're not huge problems I guess in the grand scheme of things. Not insurmountable. Not when you compare them to other people's problems. But they're my problems nonetheless and they have kicked the wind out of me this week.

I am very lucky that my life is pretty great. But it's not perfect.

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The Gallery: Week 47

Hello and welcome to week 47 of The Gallery.

I loved last week's Togetherness theme. So many amazing stories and photographs, so many memories shared.
It really was a joy to read through them.

So this week it's all about getting up close and personal again.
This week's theme is: Expressions.
Laughing, crying, angry, sad, happy, yelling, smiling, shocked, pained, peaceful.
Let's get expressive.

Don't forget to come back on Wednesday to add your link when The Gallery post goes up. Then visit as many of the other entries as you can to see what they've come up with.

Say hi, discover new people, welcome them in when they discover you.
Appreciate the wonderful words and photos that are opening themselves up to you.
The link stays open until the following Tuesday, so don't worry if you don't manage to post your photo on Wednesday.

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One of the most important weapons in any parent's Back to School arsenal

>> Thursday, 17 February 2011

As the parent of a child at school don't think you can get by without these little beauties.
You can't.
Unless you're happy sending your child into school one day with a fairly new pair of £40 shoes, only to receive a similar but definitely NOT fairly new pair back. Oh yes, I've been there.

I've gone through the writing their names on the labels inside the clothes in Biro, but there it's always the day I forget to re-ink it after washing that it gets lost.
And I've gone through the 'these clothes are your responsibility. If you lose them I will be coming down on your like a ton of bricks'.
Yeah, that SO didn't work.

Then I had an email from the very lovely Lars at My Nametags.
He said would I like to try out some of his clothes tags and stickers?
Would. I. Ever.

And here they are (lovely Lars printed me off a set with and without the children's surnames on).
Iron on for clothes, stickers for water bottles etc.
Pink for Mia, Red for Dan.
Brilliant.



And because I'm a big kid myself and like to show off and, like my 5 year old, attach random stickers to people's clothes when they're not looking, Lars also had these babies made for me:


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The Gallery: Togetherness

>> Wednesday, 16 February 2011


This is the day my kids discovered they could link their DSs up and play games together.
They have that sort of togetherness I always wished I could have had growing up: someone to always have your back, a constant friend, a constant confidant.

Last night Mia was reading her school book out loud and Dan is on the end of her bed listening intently while I potter around in the bathroom clearing stuff away.
She finishes reading and I hear him say to her: "That was awesome reading Mia. You really are very good. I'm so proud of you."
That right there is togetherness.

This post is for Week 46 of The Gallery: Togetherness.
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Respect

>> Monday, 14 February 2011


“There can be no keener revelation of a society’s soul than the way in which it treats its children.”
Nelson Mandela, former president of South Africa


One weekday afternoon after school I'm sat in a shoe shop with the kids for like the millionth time because whenever we visit they don't have their size or they don't have the right style or we're returning them because they've not been fitted correctly.
I do so love children's school shoe shopping.
And they're tired and grumpy and sighing a lot because we've come straight from school and all they want to do is GO HOME AND EAT SOMETHING MUMMY!

They so don't want to be there but they sit quietly nonetheless, chatting to each other, we get the job done and they thank the shop assistant for managing to not tickle their very ticklish feet when she measured them.

Just as we're paying a boy comes into the shop with his mother.
He must be about 12 and he has the look of 'I own this place' about him. He almost swaggers in.
I instantly dislike him.
Then he turns to his mother and says: "Come on, let's get this over with". He slumps down on the chair, scowls at anyone and everyone within a 5 metre radius of him then spits "come on!" to the woman, nay girl, heading his way to measure his feet.

He is everything I do not want my son to become.
Why why why did his mother not say anything either? Sure she's probably resigned to it by now, but to ignore it in public is almost to condone it?

Respect is a big issue in this house. Respect for others, respect for family, respect for yourself, good honest respect.
But how do you instill that in an 8 year old rambunctious boy?
It's a well known fact that children imitate their parents. But also family members, teachers, friends, friends' parents. They aren't always listening, but they are always, always immitating.
So even if you do your best to ensure they see respect at home, what about when they're not with you, when they're out there in the wide world, witnessing people like that unpleasant boy in the shoe shop?

My son has learnt respect through sport.
His coaches teach them that they must earn respect in the way they behave; to respect match officials and all times and accept their decisions; to respect the opposition's players and supporters; and to value the people who give their time up to run the clubs they are part of.

On Saturday night the young players from my son's tag rugby team were at an award ceremony as they were shortlisted for a Young Team of the Year.
It was a pretty big deal, with council dignitaries, local sporting bigwigs and lots of grown up onlookers.
It was also pretty boring as they had to sit quietly on their table while the awards were dished out.
They didn't win, but as we're getting a very tired Dan ready for bed hubby says: "I was so proud of Dan tonight. All of the boys behaved brilliantly and one of the council officials even came over and commented on how wonderfully behaved a group of 10 eight year olds had been."
Dan smiles a little weak smile because he's on his last legs, and my heart bursts at the thought that actually, we might just be getting there.

So, I can't shield my children from people like the shoe shop boy, but I can hope that the people around him, who he loves and respects himself, will help shape him and make him into a man to be proud of.

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Sleeping Beauty

>> Sunday, 13 February 2011



Silent Sunday

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The Gallery: Week 46

>> Friday, 11 February 2011

Hello and welcome to week 46 of The Gallery.

With Valentine's Day on the horizon I thought it appropriate to theme a Gallery around it.
But for many Valentine's is an irritant, for others it's a time to roll their eyes at the time their husband bought them a kettle for their 'special' present (ahem) and for others it just doesn't happen.
So what to do?

Well, I'm not a fan of Valentine's it has to be said but I do like the idea of spreading a little love over the weekend; telling loved ones what they mean to you, showing you care and just generally lots and lots of hugging.

This week's theme is: Togetherness.
You, your children, your other half, your siblings, friends, lovers, Romans.
Go spread some love this weekend.

Don't forget to come back on Wednesday to add your link when The Gallery post goes up. Then visit as many of the other entries as you can to see what they've come up with.

Say hi, discover new people, welcome them in when they discover you.
Appreciate the wonderful words and photos that are opening themselves up to you.
The link stays open until the following Tuesday, so don't worry if you don't manage to post your photo on Wednesday.

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The Gallery: 24 hours

>> Wednesday, 9 February 2011

A day spent on a windy rugby pitch touchline, hands dug deep into overcoat pockets, shoulders hunched up to keep the weather off my neck, heart bursting with pride at my sporty boy giving his all.
I've talked before about how we give over much of our weekend's to my son's sporting pursuits.
Rugby training on a Saturday with his dad, sometimes a football and a rugby match on a Sunday.
But actually, we've made it a family affair now.
We have a hearty breakfast, we wrap up warm as we face the elements, we cheer our man on and then we come home and collapse!
(Or at least they do while I tackle muddy kit and boots).

This was our Sunday just gone.






Dan's tag rugby team has been shortlisted for a team of the year award and this Friday they will find out who is crowned winners.
As far as I'm concerned he wins hands down every time.

This post is for Week 45 of The Gallery: 24 Hours.
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Getting fit with Mother Nature

>> Monday, 7 February 2011

This is my gym.
The soundtrack are the birds in the trees and the bees in the hedgerows.
The inspiration is the amazing view.
I like to thing this is getting fit nature's way.

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The This is Me Meme

Waaaay back in October 2009 I started a meme.
EEK, I know. Run run before she tags me . . .

Anyway, it was brilliant even if I do say so myself.
It came about after my daughter handed over a not very flattering portrait she had drawn of me.
So I asked a bunch of people to get their kids to do the same. Make me feel less of a freak.
And then I pulled them all together into this rogues gallery.

So I thought, as over a year has passed, we should do it again and get everyone tittering/crying/OMGing again.

It's so so easy.
Ask your child - their age doesn't matter - to draw a picture of you.
Post it on your blog.
Let's call it the This is Me Meme
Err, that's it.
Pass it on to your friends/enemies if you want to.
(If you don't have a fancy pants scanner, take a photo of it and post it that way!)


Then when you've done, come back here and add yours to the Linky so we can all laugh comment at the likeness.


I'm kicking it off by tagging 10 victims random people.
There's no time limit. Just have fun. And pass it on if you're feeling mean generous.
And if you can't wait to be tagged with it, just jump onboard anyway!


Laura at Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy
Rosie Scribble
Mocha Beanie Mummy
Bumbling Along
Jane at How I Like My Coffee
Paula at Battling On
Him Up North
Cafe Bebe
Kat at 3 Bedroom Bungalow
Sian at MummyTips

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She tells me when she's old enough she wants to play rugby like her brother . . .

>> Sunday, 6 February 2011


Silent Sunday

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Walnut teabread

>> Saturday, 5 February 2011

I think most people know I have an all consuming love of a great cuppa.
But what to have with it?
Sometimes you want something a bit more nom nom nom that a digestive, but not as naughty as a chocolate Hob Nob.
So, I made this little beauty and actually got a nod and a 'mmmmm' from hubby. This is BIG let me tell you!
Also, if you bake it your house smells like a small English tearoom for hours.
Lovely.
I tell myself it's healthy because there's no fat in it *ahem*

Ingredients
100g granulated sugar
175g golden syrup
200ml milk
50g sultanas
225g self-raising flour
1tsp baking powder
50g chopped walnuts
1 egg, beaten

Method
Put sugar, syrup, milk and sultanas in a saucepan and heat gently until the sugar has dissolved.
Leave to cool.
Put flour, baking powder and walnuts into a bowl and add the cooled syrup mixture with the egg.
Stir well until the mixture is smooth.
Pour into a lightly greased 900g loaf tin (or be lazy like me and buy liners!)
Bake in pre-heated oven at 180 degrees C for 50-60 minutes. Cover the top loosely with foil towards the end of cooking if it's starting to get too brown.
It's ready if a skewer inserted into the centre comes out clean.
Leave to cool in the pan then turn out on to a wire rack.
Ta da.

 


Serve buttered with a hot cup of tea.
Enjoy x

This is my entry in English Mum's Fresh Bread Bakeoff. I may have cheated a little.

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The Gallery: Week 45

>> Friday, 4 February 2011

Hello and welcome to week 45 of The Gallery.

Ay caramba. Week 45; can you even believe it?
What I can't believe is that I haven't run out of ideas yet!
And today, for the first time ever, I'm actually encouraging you to post more than one photo.
Ooooooo!

This week's theme is: 24 Hours.
A day in your life. Any day, you just need to post photos to show your 24 hours - whether it's a walk in the park, come home and bake cakes day. Or a sit around watching DVDs and eating popcorn day. Or a learning to ride a bike day. Or a shopping day. Or an in on my own knitting day. Or a sitting in front of Twitter while my other half brings me a constant supply of tea day.
Share 24 hours of your life with us.

Don't forget to come back on Wednesday to add your link when The Gallery post goes up. Then visit as many of the other entries as you can to see what they've come up with.

Say hi, discover new people, welcome them in when they discover you.
Appreciate the wonderful words and photos that are opening themselves up to you.
The link stays open until the following Tuesday, so don't worry if you don't manage to post your photo on Wednesday.

NEW HERE? NOT SURE HOW TO ENTER?
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When your bust size hinders attempts to get fit

>> Thursday, 3 February 2011

I am sorry if I offend anyone with the following post, but it is something close to my heart and I need to get it off my chest – literally.
I am going to talk about bust size. My bust size.

I have put that sentence in bold italics so anyone who may find themselves upset about talk of large bras and boob pain can leave right now . . .

I am top heavy. Always have been.
Even in my slimmer pre-children days I was in a C cup, which for any guys out there who don’t know, it’s comfortably a large handful.
Now I am carrying extra weight, I am very top heavy.
I have gone up to an E cup. I flirted with D, then on to DD, then stopping off at the over-shoulder-boulder-holder E.

Of course, my husband thinks this is “bloody great. That is what cleavage is supposed to be like”.
But I HATE it.
“Think of all those women who pay to have a big bust,” he reasons.
“But they haven’t the first idea of how it feels and I bet you they’re bloody miserable after it’s done,” I reply.

First of all, having a larger bust means I look heavier than I actually am.
It also makes clothes buying a nightmare. How many shirts have I tried on that fit great but the buttons are straining to meet over my bra?
Dresses are a no no unless I want to look like I’m on the game.
Then there is the fact that I feel like they are my face. When I used to work in a newsroom I had to remind a couple of guys that my eyes were in fact slightly north of where they were looking.
And finally, and most importantly here, they bloody hurt when I get physical. No, not THAT physical, I’m talking about when I’m running or jumping or taking up a slight jog (which is sort of why I took up walking instead).
Can you imagine what a nightmare jogging has become? I have to wear two sports bras to keep these babies under control.

I went through a stage thinking it must just be me. ‘Bloody hell’, everyone is thinking, ‘if that’s all you’ve got to moan about then I’d much rather be in your shoes’.
But then a good friend of mine confessed she feels exactly the same and I felt almost vindicated.
I know, I know, it’s all funny and you’re all going to think of jokes that use the words ‘uplifting’ but for me it has become a motivating factor.

Sure I want to lose weight for my health and my kids and my vanity. But do you know what? I want to reduce the size of my bust to pre-baby size. Manageable size. A size that will fit back into the rather gorgeous underwear husband used to buy for me (which he doesn’t now because it’s usually met with a snort and a ’you don’t honestly think I’ll fit in there do you?’)

Weight gain and loss, coupled with babies and breastfeeding can play havoc with a girl’s boobage, so I know I am very lucky to have maintained a pair that don’t need to be tucked into my waistband or can sweep the carpet.
I suppose it’s the same for all of us – men or women – we don’t just want to look good, we want to feel good too.
Well, I don’t feel good with a pair of Es right under my nose. I want my little Cs back.

(I originally wrote this post on a fitness blog I used to contribute to but it's as relevant today as it's always been!)

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The Gallery: Shapes

>> Wednesday, 2 February 2011


Minutes after this photo was taken, the boys were busted!
We had travelled to Twickenham to let Dan and his best friend Matt watch the England rugby squad train. When I say we travelled there for Dan and Matt, I of course mean their dads . . .
But the boys saw that expanse of empty stadium seats and it clearly called to them.
They sprinted across that sea of green all wild and free and giggling like girls.
Then sprinted back even quicker when a stadium official told them off!

This post is for Week 44 of The Gallery: Shapes.
Now go forth and show some big blog love.

If you're new and want to know what The Gallery is, go and read here, and then come right back and join in!
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