Pinterest is chock-a-block with wonderful Halloween ideas at the moment and when I stumbled across this post I decided to get crafty myself. Since W is only a toddler he is not really big enough to get involved with pumpkin carving yet, so this felt pumpkin seemed to be a great way to involve him in the Halloween fun. As I currently have my Mother-in-laws sewing machine on loan I decided to see what I could cobble together. It turned out to actually be pretty simple. Cut out two identical pumpkin shapes from felt squares. I chose orange and ...
Surviving the Terrible Twos
If you have hit upon this post in the hope of answers to the above I fear you will be dreadfully disappointed. Unless my lovely readers can leave me some helpful comments. *Hopeful stare.* This is less of a post and more of a plea. Someone must know what to do. I kind of suspect Mr B and I may have brought this upon ourselves. You see we made the fateful mistake of being... SMUG PARENTS. You know the ones. The ones with the child that SLEEPS. And EATS EVERYTHING you give him. And SMILES ALL THE TIME, at EVERYONE. The ones you secretly hate. We WERE those ...
Bear-hugs and bed-bumps
Five. Seventeen. A. M. This is the time I was rudely awoken this morning by the boy's cries. Actually, this is not strictly true, it was probably 5:14 as I definitely spent three minutes with my eyes clamped tightly shut, willing myself and him back to sleep, not looking at the clock, and wishing, not for the first time, that he had come with a mute button installed. You would think I would have learnt by now that this approach is utterly futile. He wasn't giving up. So at 5:17 I drag my sorry arse across the landing to see what is up. Nappy check-fine. Comforter-all present ...
Can you protect your child TOO much?
I am a worrier. I worry to my bones about anything and everything. I worry so much that I even grind my teeth at night in my sleep, much to Mr B's annoyance. To be fair to him though it must sound HORRIFIC. Almost as horrific I imagine as the speech-intolerant jaw-ache I am left with for the first two hours of the morning. "Tea?" "Yeshh pweerz." Now that the boy is on the move my worry, no my downright terror levels have hit a new high. I vaguely remember having a whinge on here at some point at how long it took him to learn to crawl. What was I thinking? Those days were ...
Grandmotherly Love
To say that W has become quite attached to his Granny (Gaga) and Grandad (Dadad) in the last month would be somewhat of an understatement. The delight on his face when they arrived to babysit this Friday was just awesome. His smile was a mile wide and his eyes twinkled with glee. Mr B and myself may also have had a bit of a grin surfacing as it meant we could... ...wait for it... Go out! Really out. Requiring a TAXI out no less. But not just that... ...Go out together! Whoop! We did. It was awesome. It hurt a LOT the next day. But the most fun ...
Silent Sunday: 01/07/12
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Saturday is Caption Day: 30/06/12
Finally, I am back in the land of the laptop...hooray, and what better way to celebrate than with a good game of #SatCap. It has been a little while folks but you know what to do. I post the picture. You leave me a few funny captions in the comments below. Then we all head on over to the mighty Mammasaurus for some more giggles. So, here we go... Bring on the funny! Happy weekend folks, and to those lovely folks who are meeting up with me tonight...what are you wearing? (You don't have to answer that babberblog.) ...
Rabbit rabbit rabbit…he won’t stop talking!
Well, we made it back safely from the most fantastic week away with the Grandparents. Mr B, W and I were lucky enough to spend a week in the sun in the beautiful Greek region of Kallithea. The sun shone, the waves lapped, sandcastles were built and the wine was cold. And W started to talk more. And more. And more. He really thrived through the week, perhaps as a result of the constant playing and attention and the fact that he got to spend time with both me and Mr B together, something which we struggle with a lot at home. But his speech just seemed to develop really ...