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30.5.14

Love The Little Things #22

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On Thursday Harry and I appeared in the Daily Mail. It was an article talking about putting on weight when breastfeeding.
Having read through the comments I think it's clear people didn't read the article very well, at least my part, which is frustrating but seeing as many of the commenters can't spell at all I won't worry too much.
I hope that people can see that it wasn't the actual breastfeeding that made me fat, it was the effects of it, in that it made me more hungry, which is totally to be expected. I certainly know how to tell the difference between being thirsty and being hungry too. Pfft.

Watched

If you haven't seen it you should watch Episode 2 of Inside No 9. It is hilarious and really cleverly put together. It was a real classic comedy with very little speech which was different and quite refreshing.


Heard

I finally got Spotify on my phone and have been listening to Sam Smith songs this week. I love his voice so much and think he sings with such passion.
 

Made

I am pretty much obsessed with sweet potato chips at the moment. I've had them almost everyday this week along with black grapes.


Wore

Shorts. Actual shorts. With my legs out. Shorts in a size 14, not a 16 or and 18 like I would usually wear. A woohoooo!!
I wore the top pair on the boat last week. They are in a 14 and the bottom pair are in a 16, only because the 14 had sold out and I couldn't go home without them.
At £8 a pair I think they are a real bargain and want to get some more asap.

And lastly...

I've noticed recently just how fantastic the new blogs are that are around at the moment. I think last year and the year before there was an odd atmosphere, and a surge of blaggers but at the moment I really feel this sense of passion from the community, mostly down to these new blogs who are all so ahead of the game.
I'm really fussy when it comes to reading new blogs, I'm picky and need to be wowed pretty much straight away and this has happened quite a lot.
I was thinking ahead to Britmums and to the people I would most like to meet and the majority of them are new bloggers and not people I have stalked for years as per last year.

butwhymummywhy

28.5.14

Turning Corners

This Bank Holiday weekend we took full advantage of the wonderful weather and the fact that my husband had 2 days off rather than his usual 1, and headed to the boat to stay over for the night.
We got there later than originally planned so once we had got ourselves sorted, got the boat ready we simply motored up to one of our favourite pubs to moor up for the night.
It just so happens that we got there at just the right time. As we moored up, and turned the engine off, other boats seemed to have the same idea, but we had taken up one of the last two spaces, the other was quickly snapped up by another family.

There was a lovely bit of drama and entertainment when 3 boats managed to get stuck in the mud. One was clearly an accident, and was a tiny bit worrying for a while, and the other two were basically full of young people who didn't want to follow advice when told that the area was too shallow for them that day.

We had such a fabulous weekend, and on Sunday night and Monday night I couldn't help but to reflect on the good things that had happened, and realised that we had turned a few corners and that areas that have been somewhat challenging or tricky were getting much better.

Firstly, and yes I know, going on about it again. Bore off Lauren. But, my weight.
We sat in the pub garden and my husband took a photo of me. I always inspect the photos, usually clicking delete pretty much straight away.
But this time I burst into tears. I actually liked the photo. Not only did I like the photo, but I also noticed the change in me since I lost the weight.
I felt quite overwhelmed, which may sound silly, but it was nice to feel good about myself and to feel proud of myself.

Harry has hit the terrible twos, and a really quite challenging point in his life recently. He is hard work, we have good times and bad times. The bad times, although may only last a short amount of time, can be tiring and emotionally draining. He's just doing what some other 2 year olds do but still, it doesn't mean he should do it.
Our past trips on the boat have been a fail for a few reasons. Our first ever night over Harry was sick, which couldn't be helped. But at other times he has simply decided to just play up really.
He wasn't interested in sitting outside, or putting on his lifejacket.
Yet on Sunday, as I was ready to settle him into the cabin, he asked for his lifejacket to be put on.
And he actually sat outside with us. I couldn't believe it.
And on the Monday he came outside with me, laid on the seat with his head on my lap and went to sleep....for 2 hours. He missed our adventure and explore of a new part of the river, and missed seeing fish in the clear parts, but it was lovely to have him so close.
The whole weekend he was a star and I really enjoyed being with him. I just hope that behaviour remains every visit we have to the boat.

I'm really trying to work on Charles' confidence at the moment. He gets quite shy and wants me to speak for him so I'm setting him challenges to wave to people on boats, talk to people, order his own food, pay for things in shops and so on. He is doing really well and I can tell he gets a buzz out of "being brave" especially when he gets a response from those he is talking to or those who's attention he wants.

My husband had to go to the bow of the boat at one point as I went inside the cabin with the boys. He kept shouting to ask if we were ok and I couldn't understand why. Until I realised that it was because we were so quiet. Usually the boys are having issues with each other, issues with me, wanting a drink/food/wee/poo/something they shouldn't have, which usually results in me getting stressed and snapping at them.
But we were all quiet. Ok, Harry was asleep but it gave me the chance to relax and gave Charles the chance to play on his Leappad without his brother prodding the screen all the time.
As we got on the boat on the Sunday and waited for my husband to do his jobs I couldn't resist a selfie with them. They both wanted to press the button and change the colours on Instagram. I love it, a lot.

Another corner I have personally turned is that of feeling happy. Truly happy. Yes I still get my down days, and my really awful days, but being able to recognise what that happy emotion is, although can be quite overwhelming, is just magical sometimes.  It's a feeling I forgot about, and almost forced sometimes but to now feel genuinely happy in a few areas of my life is perfect, and proves I'm definitely turning corners.

25.5.14

Happy Sunday | Week Thirteen

Whether or not you think Sunday is the end of the week, or the beginning of a new one, I thought it would be a nice idea to look back on the week that has just past and to look at the things that have made me happy and made me smile.
I think it can be easy to look back on a hard week and miss out on those things. A week of bad weather for example can really make it seem as though the whole week was a complete fail. But it probably wasn't. We must all smile at least once a day. I know I do, even if I forget it.

Things that made me happy this week:

Coffee and Sand


On Wednesday we arranged to meet 2 friends I have made on the school run and the daughter of one of them at the beach. I was running late thanks to Harry deciding to get changed SIX times. Fun times.
Instead of meeting them at the car park I met them at a local pub/coffee place and we sat outside and had a drink before heading down the beach and the promenade.
I was good and went for a black coffee instead of the creamy/milky delights on offer too. The children held us back from our power walk but it was lovely watching them play on the sand, and seeing Harry chase his friend trying to hold her hand.
We got to the pier and my friend treated her daughter and Harry to an ice cream, we were very good and didn't have one ourselves!
We were out for 2 and a half hours which was really lovely. I enjoyed it so much and definitely don't visit the beach as much as I should.

Walking


So along with the beach walk I have also made a real effort with walking to collect Charles from school. Harry can get himself out of his pushchair which causes no end of hassle and issues so I decided to put him in our 4 and a half year old Smart Trike, which has seen better days but did the job. He really enjoys sitting in there and due to the dodgy steering it gives me an extra work out as I try to keep it going straight.

After School Ice Creams

There is an ice cream van outside the school most days and the boys will more often than not beg for an ice cream, disgusted that I don't take money for them to buy one. So this week, on Tuesday, we walked to school to meet Charles and I let them buy an ice cream.
It was lovely for them to be so happy about this special treat, and I loved watching them just walking along loving life.
Next time though I should take wipes or tissues. Harry + ice cream = a big mess.


Strength Quotes

I love going to Pinterest if I need a bit of a boost, or a hand to hold. This week I discovered these two quotes. I made my own graphics because, well, I enjoy doing it and it makes me happy. Oooo two lots of happiness in one go. BAM!

RSVP's

Almost 2 weeks ago Charles handed out his party invitations at school. I then watched my phone like a hawk. Waiting for the RSVP's to come flooding in.
There was an instant panic of maybe another party happening on that date that we didn't know about, maybe these people are waiting for a better offer, or maybe the children just don't want to celebrate Charles' birthday with him.
We now have 20 children on the list to come, and so far no one has said no. It makes me really happy, and a bit giggly, when someone says their child will come. It's wonderful to know that these children will be looking forward to celebrating both of the boys birthdays, excited to see them and talking about their party in the lead up.
Charles also lets out a big "YES!" when I add someone elses name to the list. Seeing him so happy and excited is wonderful.

What made you happy this week?

Linking up to:
The Ordinary Moments: Mummy Daddy Me
My Week That Was: Make, Do and Push
Magic Moments: The Oliver's Madhouse

23.5.14

Looking In The Mirror and Seeing Him

Last year I made a big decision. I made the decision to cut my dad out of my life. It was something I considered doing so many times but something always managed to draw me back.
People would tell me that I needed my dad, or that the boys needed their grandad, and for a while I kind of believed it. I kept thinking that although none of us deserved to be treated like an inconvenience that maybe one day he would change and we would get to see him for more than half an hour and actually have him listen to what we had to say rather than listening to him talk about how wonderful other people in his life were/are.
A daughter shouldn't have to beg to see her dad, especially when she had two amazing grandchildren for him to treasure and who he should be eager to see and want to spend time with.

For 13 and a half years I have been drained by my dads behaviour, by the fact that I constantly have to work so so hard to keep him in my life. And last year I had to let go.
For the sake of my mental health, for the sake of my energy, for my mum who has to hear constantly about the latest thing that had happened, for my husband, and especially for my boys. They don't deserve a part time grandad. Hardly even part time.
They don't deserve to be bottom of a priority list, they should really be close to the top for.
For 13 and a half years I have battled depression and seen various psychologists, counsellors and therapists due to things my dad has done, hasn't done, the way he has behaved and the things he has, and hasn't, said.
There came a point when enough was enough and I remembered the words I had been telling myself from a certain point last year, to improve my life:

You don't deserve this.


I constantly try to make people happy. To keep them in my life, even if it means selling out on what I believe or forgetting my own feelings. And enough was enough.
I needed to put myself close to the top of my priority list, which is what I had stopped doing.
I didn't recognise myself. I was this needy person running around after a few people trying to keep them happy and it wasn't right. I suppose I had a wake up call and realised that yeah, I don't deserve this.
And with those words in mind during yet another silly argument with my dad over email I told him that I didn't want to talk to him again. I couldn't take anymore of this and that it wasn't fair anymore.

It was hard but it felt right. And I knew I had to be strong.
I knew there would be times I may regret it. And I knew that he may be in touch around birthdays and Christmas (because you know, he had to be seen to be playing his role right?) but I had to be strong. For my sake and for my boys.

Thankfully I was seeing a therapist at the time and she said something which made me feel better about the times I could have caved and contacted him. She told me that despite it not being a loss that involved death, it was still a loss, and I still needed to grieve.
So I grieved. For a few months. In silence.
I grieved for the man he was, for the man he could have been, for the man he should have been.
I grieved for the dad he was, for the dad he could have been, for the dad he should have been.
I grieved for the grandad he was, for the grandad he could have been, for the grandad he should have been. People say to think back on happy times but truthfully, they all seem pretty fake. I don't know when he was ever truly happy. Or what he was doing behind our backs.

But the hardest thing, even now, is that I look in the mirror and I see him.
I see his nose, sometimes his expressions. I see so many facial similarities that it's hard to forget he exists, or to forget what he looks like. Which sometimes I really want to do.
To completely erase all that.
I look in the mirror and I see his face, not my own. And it doesn't make me miss him.
It makes me wish he looked different, or that I looked more like my mum.
I always loved having "the family nose" but now I look and it doesn't seem as important. It's the nose that is the same as a family I have no real connection to anymore, other than blood.
The only comfort being that the boys have my nose so we are almost starting a new "family nose heritage", only as a brand new family.

When I see the image of him in the mirror I wonder if it's still part of the grieving process. I wonder if, over time, I won't see his face anymore, or the similarities. I wonder if I will instead just see me. Or if I will see parts of my boys.

As I lose weight and my face shape changes I see more of my dad in me, which gives me even more encouragement to keep losing weight, so I can see past that and just see myself instead.

Someone surrounded with love from her husband, her sons, her mother and her brother.
Without the need for her father.

Love The Little Things #21

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Oh I'm sure I won't be the only mentioning this this week. But the UKIP hashtag on Twitter was amazing. Nigel Farage wanted to get #WhyImVotingUkip trending....and he certainly got his wish, just not quite how he probably expected it to though.
I was going to choose some favourites but there are so many that made me laugh out loud. If you haven't seen the hashtag you MUST.

Watched

I finally got round to watching Bridesmaids. I'm not usually into films like this, I find them too predictable and samey but I really enjoyed it.
I got behind on watching Happy Valley, mainly because I forgot to set it up on series link so had to keep downloading it on On Demand, and also because episode 2 lost me a bit. I'm glad I decided to grab Episode 3 and watch it this week, along with Episode 4. OH MY GOODNESS!! I have been left feeling sick, sad and so upset. It's one of those programmes that makes you scream at the tv for it all to stop.
It's very good, but very hard to watch.

Heard

This song, I absolutely love it and I know I've featured it last year at some point but it's one of those songs that makes me want to pull the car over and dance in the middle of a field to.


 

Made

More healthy dinner choices this week, my favourite being a salad of baby plum tomatoes, cucumber, avocado, a little bit of feta cheese (Oh how I wanted to add the whole slab), red pepper, 3 chicken goujons, sweet potato chips. It was heaven.


Wore

This week started off super sunny and I decided to walk to school a couple of times as well as going round to my mums and to the beach to meet with friends. Harry and I chose to wear our Raybans and he told me "We beenin cool togeda" and it made me smile so much. He kept telling me that I looked cool, and I had to say the same to him.
I stopped wearing these glasses for a while when I put on weight as my face was so round they looked stupid. Thanks to losing weight I can now wear these again. They are really special to me as they were a gift from my brother when Charles was a baby because he was so proud of me.

And lastly...

I've started to pack for Britmums. I know, I know, it's a month away but I can't help it.
I have new pjs which I won't wear until the day, my outfit for the Saturday won't be worn until the Saturday...and you know, I'm just a teeny tiny bit excited.
Last week I tried on the dress I really wanted to wear on the Saturday and couldn't believe that not only does it fit, but it's a tiny bit too big. Yay!! Despite my plan to buy a brand new cardigan I then found this one in the "putting away laundry pile" and PERFECT! It's like they were made for each other.
Now I just need to work out which shoes to wear.....

butwhymummywhy

22.5.14

Disconnected

Last week we had a week of sailing. After buying our beautiful wooden yacht we realised that the sensible option would be to hire an instructor and learn how to sail properly. Last week was that week.
We were following a course and by the end of the week had not only passed Level 1, but also Level 2! We were, and still are, delighted.

I really enjoyed the week, things at home have been quite challenging with Harry at the moment mostly down to terrible twos and testing the boundaries but it got to the point where I really needed some time away.
My mum booked the week off work and was an absolute star looking after Harry all day and collecting Charles from school everyday, giving them their dinner, getting them ready for bed. Harry and the school run is a challenge in itself so to be thrown into that must have been really hard work.
I felt bad knowing that my mum was going to have her hands full. It didn't seem fair for her to have a holiday from work to then have to have a stressful week and not feel at all rested and in fact in need of  a week of rest.
I wasn't able to relax and switch off as much as I hoped but despite that I still enjoyed my time away. I enjoyed learning something new. There's something about the boat that makes me feel relaxed, and being out on the water, although it sets off my anxiety, is also quite relaxing.
Our sailing instructor was amazing too. I get on very well with people I can have banter with. Someone I can be cheeky with, have a laugh with, yet someone I can also admire and respect.
I felt I could really be myself and that was amazing. To just open up and be me, with someone I had only met one afternoon previous.
In fact I opened up more than I thought as we discussed my mental health and things that have happened in my past. Things a lot of people don't know.
But getting home every night felt weird. We were getting home late, having to get the boys in bed...or back in bed if they had woken up. I had to make dinner, tidy up as much as I could manage, have a bath and all other sorts of jobs a housewife has to do.
It was the longest time I have ever spent away from the boys. I was seeing Charles for an hour in the morning, really squeezing him tight as I dropped him off at his classroom at school, knowing that the next time I would see him we would be rushing them off to bed.
The whole week, when it came to home time, felt so rushed and just not at all normal or natural. I lost enthusiasm for everything.
I didn't want to clean (well, I never do), I didn't want to watch my favourite tv programmes, I didn't want to write blog posts, I didn't want to read blog posts, I didn't want to do anything.
It wasn't even that I was super tired. I just had somehow lost my zest for life, maybe leaving it on the boat as we left.
Although of course I saw the boys everyday, it wasn't for long and it was really rushed. I felt like a rubbish mum and despite reminding myself that it's only for a week I still felt quite terrible. I didn't really get the chance to talk to Charles about school, I didn't get the chance to ask Harry what he had done that day, I didn't get to ask them about their dinner and about how the school run went.
On Saturday I went to a birthday party at a soft play centre with Charles, and my mum looked after Harry. As I got home with Charles my mum left, to have an afternoon of peace, and I felt a bit stuck. I didn't know what to do, which is odd as they are my children and it was only 5 days but I felt really disconnected from them.
I felt like I had to work really hard to get back in with them, which wasn't down to them at all, it was simply down to me.
 The same thing happened when I sat with the laptop. Usually I am straight in there. I know what to write, or I create a few drafts to go back to later. I have an idea of which photos to use but, nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I struggled taking part in the linkys I regularly take part in. I just felt like I'd run out of air. Like my balloon had burst and I was a bit flat.
Of course this is ok, blogging isn't everything. Is it?
To me it is. I get panicky if I can't workout when my next post will be. I like to know when posts are going up, if they are part of a link up, I need to have full posts in draft to hit schedule on if needs be. But last week and this week I have struggled.

I looked around my house and just saw stuff. Stuff I usually live surrounding me. Piles of Harry's clothes in every single room left when he decided to get changed....again. Pens and paper without a home, toys just *there*. Unable to keep up with washing, and not knowing if Charles had a clean uniform the next day. (Thank you for sorting that mum). Not knowing what to cook my husband for dinner, or myself. Not knowing if our food was in date.
Is the cat ok?
Is the rabbit ok?
Do I need milk?
Cereal?
Bread?

I have felt emotional, drained but not tired. I panicked about my diet because I've done so well and for a week my meals couldn't be planned. I didn't know when or where we would be eating but despite having a couple of treats I think I kept enough control to go full steam ahead again.
I adore the boat, I really really really do. Especially after now knowing how to sail her.
But something I don't adore? The feeling of being disconnected.
Not feeling like I was living, simply just being. Crashing along unaware of life and what was going on around me. The feeling of everything being quite dark and not being able to see a way out.
Am I now finding my way out? I hope so.

Celebrating 10 Years of Frugi

Now Charles is getting older we are letting him be a little more independant in certain areas. Choosing his own clothing for one.
When we were approached to help celebrate Frugi's 10 year birthday and to celebrate their range of clothing now being available for children up to 10 years old. Charles was chosen to represent 4-5 year olds, a job he tok very seriously.
We took our time in choosing our items, with such an amazing range of tshirts, long sleeve tops, shorts and trousers we were really spoilt for choice.
I gave Charles full control of his outfit and he went for this "super awesome and really funny" tshirt featuring a T-Rex eating an ice-cream and the blue, green and red check shorts.
One thing I like particularly about the boys range at Frugi is that it's different to other items elsewhere. We struggle to find colourful, funky, cute and funny tshirts that aren't too childish/grown up/branded with tv or film characters, or with slogans we don't tend to like.
I like the range of colours available, and that there is a different design on each tshirt.

The fit of the clothes is perfect. Charles is quite tiny so we really struggle with shorts and trousers that fit his waist. Even with the pull in elastic inside to make the waist smaller on the shorts or trousers he can still look silly as the material bunches up.
With these shorts we didn't have this issue at all. Although they were too big around the waist, as we suspected, we were able to adjust them to fit perfectly, and it didn't affect the way they hang either.

The cost of the items is the only thing that would have held me back from purchasing, HOWEVER, the cost is completely justified and the quality of the clothes is a lot higher than other cheaper products we buy. These would be items I would buy over a series of weeks rather than one big bulky shopping spree. I also don't mind spending a little more on clothes for Charles as they will eventually be passed down to Harry.
The shorts are really well made, and the details in the pockets and the stitching detail makes them even more special.
So, don't let the price tag put you off.

The tshirt costs £15 and the shorts cost £26.

To find out more about Frugi please visit their About page. I absolutely loved reading this page and I think it's the best company about page I have ever read. I love the story behind the company and the illustrations used.


There are 9 other bloggers involved in this campaign, all representing each age range. As I said previously, Charles is representing age 4-5, and we will now send you off to check out the outfit choice from Karen who blogs at Would Like to Be a Yummy Mummy who is representing age 5-6.



20.5.14

Tiger Feet Party | Review

When it came to the boys birthday's this year I had a big decision to make. Do we throw them a small party at home? Do a bowling party? A party at the gymnastics club? Or hire a hall?
At first I planned to host the party at home, with a bouncy castle in the garden and nibbles for their close friends.
But during a chat with a friend of mine and reminding myself of how unpredicatable the Great British weather is, and her encouragement that actually hiring a hall is only £28 for 2 hours...the guest list wouldn't be that limited if Charles wanted to invite more school friends, I decided to book the hall.

Then came the panic. I needed to keep this on a strict low budget. I booked the hall from 2-4 to cut back on a big lunch buffet of which half is usually discarded in a big black bin liner, instead opting to have a table of little nibbles.
But once I thought about paper plates, cups, decorations, invitations, balloons, and of course party bags, I wondered if a small budget was realistic.

I was given the opportunity to review party website Tiger Feet. Having a quick browse on their site I was amazed at the choice available. Birthday parties for adults, children, colour themed parties or Disney themed parties, every supply you need is available.

With £50 to spend I decided to give myself a challenge and to see how much I could get for my money. I looked on the site and loved the Monsters University items so checking that the boys were happy with that we chose it as our theme.
I could have easily bought a few Monsters University items with the £50, and bought everything in the range, but I decided to go down a different route so although I would be sticking with our theme, I would be able to get more items.

I chose to buy 2 Monsters University table covers which will be a really great base for the theme decoration. I also bought some Monsters University napkins and decided to go away from the Disney theme with the plates and cups and instead just followed the blue, green and purple colour scheme that runs through the Monsters University merchandise and brand.
I went for 3 packs of square plates, one pack of each colour, and the same with paper cups.
The coloured plates and cups were a bigger pack and cheaper than the Monsters University plates and cups, and I felt would look better than a full on *MONSTERS UNIVERSITY* table overload.

I was quite picky about the shades of plates I used, as I wanted the colours to really match the colours of Mike and Sully, so taking a risk I went for ............ and was delighted when they turned up and couldn't be more perfect.
This is one thing I particularly love about this site. If you are sticking to a particular colour scheme and want a particular shade it's pretty likely that Tiger Feet stock it. There isn't just once choice of blue or green.
I wasn't quite sure what to do for the party bags. I ummed and ahhed about getting plain bags but then decided that as I had cut back elsewhere I would then splash out on the Monsters University party bags.

I also bought a Monsters University 'Happy Birthday' banner as well as a 'Happy 5th Birthday' banner and a 'Happy 3rd Birthday' banner.
As for balloons, I chose a pack of purple, green and blue ones and also bought some blue and silver streamers to hang on the wall near the nibbles table.

I didn't want to blow the budget on invitations so bought the basic blue invites. We sent out around 32 invites (and have gradually added other people Charles "forgot about") so keeping the costs down with these seemed really sensible. 

Lastly I couldn't resist some sugar googly eyes. I want to make some monster jelly pots and/or some monster biscuits and these would be perfect to stick on top to create a simple by odd face.
Here is a run down of what I got for £50. (Actually I overspent by £3.33 which I added to the cost myself)


Birthday Glitz Prismatic Silver Serpentines 12pk  x1  £1.09
Birthday Glitz Blue Birthday Party Invitations 16pk x2  £4.78
Birthday Glitz Prismatic Blue Serpentines 12pk x1  £1.09
Pretty Purple 7" Square Paper Plates 16pk x1  £1.35
Caribbean Teal 7" Square Paper Plates 16pk x1 £1.35
Lime Green 7" Square Paper Plates 16pk x1 £1.35
Value Pack Pretty Purple 9oz Paper Cups 14pk  x1 £1.29
Value Pack Caribbean Teal 9oz Paper Cups 14pk  x1  £1.29
Value Pack Lime Green 9oz Paper Cups 14pk x1  £1.29
6 Monsters University Party Bags  x6  £7.74
Monsters University "Happy Birthday" Banner x1  £4.99
20 Monsters University Paper Napkins x2 £4.98
Monsters University Plastic Tablecover x2  £5.98
3rd Birthday Plastic Banner x1 £1.10
5th Birthday Plastic Banner x1 £1.10
11" Lavender Latex Balloons 8pk x1  £1.25
11" Robin's Egg Blue Latex Balloons 6pk x1     £1.79
11" Lime Green Latex Balloons 6pk  x 1 £1.79
Sugar Googly Eyes x2 £3.78

Delivery: Standard Delivery – within 3-5 working days        £3.95-
Sub total                                                   £53.33
Discount                                                    £50.00
Order total                                                  £3.33


I have very little additonal items to now get for the party and am amazed at how much I got for my money.
I think the trick is to have a theme in mind and to stick to that theme but also to suss out how you can step away from the full on branded items and instead subtitute with value items, or just colours, yet still make a big impression.
Our value pack items (cups, plates and balloons) really compliment the Monsters University branded items and I'm sure will make a really good impression to our party guests.

The Tiger Feet party website is so easy to navigate round and I found it easy to find the products I wanted using drop down menus and the search bar. With a website that stocks so many items I was really impressed at how user friendly it is.
The prices of the products are all really reasonable and the delivery was a reasonable price as well as being super quick!

Our party is towards the end of June. I will be writing a full review of the items then and showing how I put everything together.

I was given £50 credit to use on the site for the purpose of this review.

19.5.14

Love The Little Things #20

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Our sailing certificate! I'm so happy, excited and proud to have passed Level 2, when I didn't even think I would pass Level 1. It's an amazing feeling.

 

Watched

I'm not sure if it is good to reveal this but I am absolutely addicted to tacky MTV shows. I keep watching Ex On The Beach and Geordie Shore. Although I enjoy these programmes they do make me feel really really old.

Heard

Charles and I went to a birthday party on Sunday and as per birthday party rules we listened to some super cheesy music. Cha cha slide anyone? Ooooh I love it.
I am also loving this some at the moment too.


Made

With us sailing all last week we had to plan lunch everyday. There is an amazing pub near where we sailed everyday and where we would meet our instructor. 3 days we had lunch there which was SOOOOO tasty. On the other days I made a really yummy wrap. I used mini wraps and spread on some goats cheese and sliced up some cucumber and baby plum tomatoes. It was amazing!

Wore

On Monday the weather was not our friend. I wore jeans which our instructor was shocked at and asked if I had any waterproof trousers. I confidently said "Oh no, I don't need them, I'm fine in jeans".
10 minutes later it rained, a lot. I was moving around the boat, sitting in puddles and then realised that waterproofs would be ideal. We dropped our instructor off and went for lunch, when we joined him back at the boat he had brought me a pair of waterproof trousers. They were massive but after an afternoon of thunder storms and really heavy rain I was so pleased to be wearing them.

And lastly...

I felt so disconnected with life last week due to the sailing. We were pretty busy from the moment we woke up as I had to do the school run, then we had to drop Harry at my mums, drive to the boat mooring, take the covers off, motor over to meet our instructor....blah blah get back to the mooring, get the boat all set up for the night, drive to get the boys, get home at anytime around 7-8, boys go to bed, rush dinner. I was so tired too that sitting to blog or read blogs even felt like such a chore. I'm looking forward to getting back to life this week and spending proper time with the boys and trying to get the house in order.
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18.5.14

Happy Sunday | Week Twelve

Whether or not you think Sunday is the end of the week, or the beginning of a new one, I thought it would be a nice idea to look back on the week that has just past and to look at the things that have made me happy and made me smile.
I think it can be easy to look back on a hard week and miss out on those things. A week of bad weather for example can really make it seem as though the whole week was a complete fail. But it probably wasn't. We must all smile at least once a day. I know I do, even if I forget it.

Things that made me happy this week:

This Quote


Learning to Sail

I'm going to write a post detailing our sailing week as it's too much to fit into a short paragraph but....I can now sail! I went into the week expecting to fail and be quite rubbish but instead I left the week with a Level 2 certficate.
It was a hard, challenging yet fun and exciting week. We were able to learn on our own boat which made it easier and we had a fantastic instructor who made us feel really comfortable and confident. We couldn't have chosen anyone better.

Takeaway Coffee

I have never really got the whole takeaway coffee craze. When we lived in St Neots and came home we would make a special stop at Wild Bean Cafe for me to grab a Latte with Hazelnut syrup. But there's nothing really like that round here, and I can make coffee at home.
This week though we grabbed a Costa Latte from the petrol station on the way to the boat and it was delicious. It really started my day off on a happy note and made me a little more awake!

Fulfilling a Dream

I have always wanted to go on a ride on lawnmower. Always. I wish our garden was big enough for one...but it's not...so I couldn't help but be cheeky when I realised our sailing instructor has one. I didn't expect him to let me have a ride on it, and although I didn't have it in cutting mode and just went in one circle I really enjoyed it.
It's silly how little things like that can really make you smile and feel happy.

Mum-me Time

My mum was kind enough to take a week off work to look after Harry and collect Charles from school, give them dinner and keep them entertained until we got back from our sailing lesson. Harry has been quite challenging recently, just terrible two's mixed with testing the boundaries and just generally being hard work.  I felt bad that my mum had a tough week with him, especially on the school run, so I invited myself round hers on Saturday night for a girls night. She made us one of my favourite meals I had growing up and we watched Bridesmaids. I'm not usually into these kind of Chick Flicks but it was really really good. I stayed over at my mums so it was nice to not be woken up by a boy poking me in the face or hearing them fighting over pants.

What made you happy this week?

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The Ordinary Moments: Mummy Daddy Me
My Week That Was: Make, Do and Push

17.5.14

Siena with Kids: Where to Go and What to Do



Tuscany is a dream destination for a holiday but is it equally as dreamy if the kids come along? Parents don’t want to be stuck in a place that isn’t kid-friendly, but Siena, like the rest of Italy, adores children and that's why this little city seems to be on every parent’s lips.

Some narrow and winding streets are a bit steep if you’re manoeuvring a pushchair and in summer cold drinks, sun hats and sunscreen are a must for you and the kids. Fortunately, there is a walking tour designed to make it easier for parents, kids and pushchairs. Your other option is a rented car because you’ll find driving and parking a little easier in this city without too many scooters that are so popular in
Italy. To make the whole experience in Siena pleasant and easy from beginning to end, you can find interesting accommodation opportunities online on booking sites like http://www.venere.com/italy/siena/. You will see there a plenty of inviting options waiting for you, but you should always remember to check their exact location as well as their child-friendliness.

In the heart of the city is a large and lovely piazza called Piazza del Campo. That's where
Siena's beautiful Duomo is situated and where you can have lunch at one of the eateries serving delicious Italian food and the kids can run around without disturbing anyone else. Older kids can enjoy playing on the steps of the Palazzo Pubblico. Parents, who can, climb the nearly 400 steps to get a breathtaking view of Siena.

Many parents wish they had received a word of caution about
il Palio that takes place on July 2 and August 16 each year. It’s a huge and well-known festival of horse racing around the Piazza del Campo. The city fills up to bursting with visitors and there’s an exciting atmosphere, but if your kids are younger than teens, it is preferable not to attend it.

Siena is a medieval city with many beautiful sites that can be interesting not only to parents, but also to kids. Thankfully, there are tourist guides who make it exciting for kids. They get to see the steps where St. Catherine lost two front teeth, Raphael’s red leggings, weirdly crooked pillars of Santissima Annunziata and ancient buildings and churches with engravings of dragons, geese and owls. Kids are enthralled and without knowing it, soak up all the knowledge.

It would be hard to find any parent who doesn’t enjoy good food and wine while on holiday and many are delighted to know they can attend cooking classes. Their first question is what to do with the kids? Well, in
Siena, you take them along. Mom and dad learn how to cook a tasty Italian meal for lunch while the kids get stuck into making and playing with pasta dough.

Siena is a city much loved by parents holidaying with their kids because there are more than enough sites and activities to keep both adults and kids happy and entertained. 

 

Photo credit: Piazza del Campo - Siena by Philip Capper (CC BY 2.0) 

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13.5.14

Pet Facts Video Infographic

One thing I tend to find interesting when meeting new people is finding out about their pets. I think it's a great conversation starter and I think you can learn a lot by someones pets.
I love learning about different breeds of animals, the reason behind people chosing particular breeds and so on.

As a cat person I've found that conversations with other cat people will tend to at some point include insurance and whether or not we have it. After having a horrible experience with a very poorly cat a couple of years ago it is now something that is essential for us.
I think when you have a variety of pets it's hard to know where to go for insurance and whether or not to go for a specialised company for a certain breed or type of pet.

Petplan have created a really fun and interesting video infographic giving all sorts of facts about pets in the UK, including popular breeds, popular names and popular animals in certain areas.

Did any surprise you?


I recieved a voucher in exchange for this post.

He Gives Me Butterflies

I didn't realise how much you can love a child.
How they can take over your heart, your head, everything inside you.

Finding out I was pregnant with Charles was the best feeling ever. I was also very nervous as we'd just been through a chemical pregnancy and as a result, certain family members didn't seem as happy for us as we'd hoped. Still, we remained positive and had our fingers well and truly crossed.
I was having an awful time at work and being pregnant gave me the hope that everything would be ok in the end.
It was my way out.

He was the light at the end of what was becoming a very dark tunnel for me. When I'm having tough days with him and Harry due to poorliness or sleep deprivation or just a challenging behaviour day then I remember how I felt but then, when I went to work, and I realise that this might be tough, but it's no tougher than it was back then.

My best time with him is late at night, if he wakes up around 10.30 onwards. He is hilarious when he is half asleep/half awake and the conversations just have me fascinated. We'll giggle and laugh and talk about serious things too.
Most of the time sitting cuddling. This boy gives the most amazing bedtime cuddles.
Sometimes it feels like he's older than me. The way he comforts me in such a grown up way.

I feel a special connection with him. He seems to understand me so much, understand difficulties I have without me needing to tell him.
Recently I had a big panic attack in front of him. We were on the boat so there was no where for me to go so he couldn't see me. Rather than getting scared, and wondering if I was ok, he just stood and rubbed my leg, telling me "It's ok mummy, just calm down mummy".
He gave me the biggest cuddle at the end. At no point did he ask what was going on, or get scared, or worried. He remained calm and knew exactly what I needed to do, and what I needed him to do.
And although I never wanted him to see me have an attack like that one, I was so amazed at how he handled it, and he really helped to get me through it.

It amazes me how at almost five years old he still gives me butterflies. I still sit and stare at him sometimes just wondering how he is mine and how lucky I am.

12.5.14

She's Coming Back

For a while now I haven't recognised myself at all.
Looking in the mirror I didn't look like me. At times I would see a hint of me, I would really make an effort with how I dressed, doing my hair and doing my make up but sometimes it felt odd.
Although I was trying to look like me, the body I was dressing wasn't mine. It all felt a bit fake, and I would regularly hope to wake up and see the real me again. In the body I wanted, not this big, wobbly, uncontrollable mess of a body.
I'm a curvy girl, I accept that, I don't want to be super thin. I have a mummy tummy which I know will never go away, and I'm fine with that. We all have our flaws and if mine is a tummy with excess skin and clear stretchmarks then so be it. I know I can dress to cover over that area but also, the tummy isn't because I was overweight, it's because I grew two children. And for that I kind of want to celebrate my baggy tummy, and those bumpy marks covering it.

My mind has also been unrecognisable. I have made no secret of that and it has been an awful struggle. A real struggle. At times worse than I could ever describe.
I forgot who 'Lauren' was, or is. I forgot how to be me, I couldn't see the positives in myself.
I realised recently that I forgot what it was to be genuinely happy. To feel that emotion. To smile because I can't stop myself from doing it.

It came to the point when I thought this version of me was long gone. Lost and would just be a memory that was hazy.
I felt confused and would blame myself, like I hadn't done a good job at looking after myself, like I had let the real me go and was left kind of empty, with a version of me that I didn't really enjoy.
A person I didn't really want to be.

I really beat myself up, a lot. And still do. I feel disappointed that in myself that I didn't cling on to me more. That I let myself become this empty shell and that I became unrecognisable.

For a while I've searched for her. For the girl I actually quite liked, for the girl I always was. For the girl I recognised.

I wanted her back. And this year I am determined to find her.
It might sound odd, but I wanted to make some major changes, in the hope it would bring her back.
Something I didn't realise was that a haircut would be the start of her reappearance.
I've always had long hair really, any time I've had short hair I've ended up not really liking it and wanting to grow it out.
A couple of weeks ago I went to the hairdressers and I decided to get my hair cut shorter. A lot shorter than what I was used to and didn't really think I would like it for long.
I fell in love with it. And I had this hint of me. I felt happy looking at my reflection.
I was still unhappy with my weight, but there was something about my appearance that I liked. And rather than saying "I like my hair but hate my body" I decided to ignore the negative thoughts and just concentrated on the fact that I liked something about myself.
It was a weird feeling.

A week before getting my haircut I'd gone shopping with my mum and bought some new clothes. They were different to what I would usually wear but I got them anyway.
The haircut seemed to boost my confidence when wearing these new clothes, and they all of a sudden felt different. And I liked myself wearing them.

And then came the weight loss. And my goodness, although I am still big and wobbly there has been a big improvement. Dresses are different on me, my jeans are too big, I HAVE A WAIST!
I feel lighter, I feel a bit more comfortable in my skin and I am determined to lose more to feel even better. If I can feel this good after losing just a stone and a half then how good will I feel when I've lost 3 or 4 stone?

I've finally realised and woken up to the fact that if I want that girl back I will need to work at it. It's not just going to happen.
It will be hard work, will require dedication, but it is possible. And I can do it.

This week I have seen a hint of the girl I used to be.
She's coming back.


11.5.14

Happy Sunday | Week Eleven

Whether or not you think Sunday is the end of the week, or the beginning of a new one, I thought it would be a nice idea to look back on the week that has just past and to look at the things that have made me happy and made me smile.
I think it can be easy to look back on a hard week and miss out on those things. A week of bad weather for example can really make it seem as though the whole week was a complete fail. But it probably wasn't. We must all smile at least once a day. I know I do, even if I forget it.

Things that made me happy this week:

Britmums Live Agenda

I am crazy excited for Britmums Live now, to the point that I cannot stop thinking about it. I've been keeping an eye out for the agenda for a while now so was super excited when I was alerted to it being posted on their site.
I have a rough plan of the sessions I want to go to. I think it will be a busy couple of days for me.

Slimming Down

I know, I'm annoying right but let me enjoy losing weight before I get bored of it. My husband bought me this dress last year, I adore it. I wanted it for ages, which he didn't know, and during a date day he offered to take me to Joules and buy me a dress. When I tried it on I fell in love with it, but it was a teeny tiny bit snug around the waist and bum. Not enough for me to not be able to buy it, but enough for me to be restricted on when and where I could wear it. These two photos below were taken last year, and although I think the dress looks nice I know that I felt really self-conscious in it. At the point where I was thinking that if I sat down in it too quickly it may rip. Still, I wore it on a date night and then it went back into the wardrobe.
I tried it on again last month and it was a bit snug still, which was frustrating but also gave me a kick to want to lose weight as I didn't want to waste such a beautiful dress.
I tried it on again Saturday this week and IT FITS WITH ROOM TO SPARE!! I felt super confident in it and found it really comfortable.
If you are going to Britmums Live it is very likely that you will see me wearing this on the Saturday.

Pyjamas and Brushes

Weird huh? Pyjamas and brushes making me happy. I am a nightmare when it comes to make up brushes, I have a safe place for them and then being super lazy I tend to lay them down anywhere and then they vanish. I have lost all of my decent favourite ones and had to buy some new ones. I've wanted some Real Techniques brushes for a long time now so popped onto Amazon and saw this set for £12. It's fab as it comes in this case which with a pull of a toggle also becomes a stand.
These pyjamas are from H&M, I originally ordered them hoping they would be here in time for the sleepover I went to a couple of weeks ago but instead they arrived this week. Being a curvy girl I didn't expect the leggings to be all that flattering and actually thought I would end up sending these back. However, I love them! There is a big pink jumper as part of the set which is great for chilly nights, and will be especially good for chilly evenings on the boat.
Oddly flattering and really really comfy, and I will now be saving them to take to Britmums.

Notebook and a Pencil Case

Two other purchases this week. Who knew ASOS did stationary? Not me! I wanted to get ahead with things I need for Britmums and a notebook was essential. I fell in love with this one, for the design and also because it is plain paper which I prefer when quickly writing down notes.
I also noticed this super cute little pencil case and couldn't resist buying it. I think it will be great for Britmums and keeping all my stuff organised in my bag.
The only problem is that the notebook is slightly too big for the bag I was planning on taking. First World Problems and all that.

Exercising

Gosh I never thought I would enjoy exercising, at all. But this week I have started the 30 day shred although I am being naughty and not sticking to doing it everyday. I want to make an effort with exercise in my life in general so this week I walked to collect Charles from school. It should have taken 30 minutes but I managed it in 20, which was quite a proud moment, although I'm sure my face was purple as I was so hot. Charles was really excited to scoot all the way home. We also managed to be home by 4 which was impressive!
On the days that I walk to school I won't do the 30 Day Shred as I don't want to put myself through too much, and I want exercising to become part of my everyday routine and not a chore. I think if I Shred everyday it will become a chore and I won't enjoy it.

 What made you happy this week?

Linking up to:
The Ordinary Moments: Mummy Daddy Me
My Week That Was: Make, Do and Push
Magic Moments: The Oliver's Madhouse