When you wish upon a star…

This post is to link up with the other wonderful mummy bloggers, who have come together to wish a very bright shining star Matilda Mae a 1st year’s birthday.

We are all thinking of you Jennie and David as you take this day to remember, and take Matilda Mae on her journey to the night sky.

I have put together a little poem for Jennie and family.

MMHappy 1st Birthday Matilda Mae, your family have balloons, banners and lots of presents of love for you here.



Day 36-38 of 365

{Wednesday, 17th to Friday, 19th April}

The Weather Report

Wednesday afternoon was lovely, I got home from work, picked the kid up from school and baby from his childminder. It was so warm, so windows were opened when we got in and the garden was invaded by the kid, with the baby wanting to go after him. We hovered in the conservatory (or more like the hot house) and before long we were boiling, so cue trying to find a shaded area.

Then that lasted ooooh all of five minutes, and the Thursday, although mild brought together overcast clouds and at one point started to spit with rain when I picked the baby up from nursery. When we got home, the kid and granddad was at home where R got plenty of kisses and cuddles. As well as getting into all sorts of mischief, grabbing DVD’s from the shelf and putting things under the sofa, and anywhere there was a gap.

Today’s weather is pretty poor, although relatively mild the sky’s are grey and no hope of finding the sun wanting to come out to play…although I do hear that we are somewhat going to have a lovely weekend (fingers crossed), watch this space…

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Day 30-35 of 365

{Thursday, 11th to Tuesday, 16th April

Walk that walk, talk that talk – it has been very much the beginning of new and not so new challenges this week.

The kid has been really interested in books of late, which pleases me greatly. To cut a long story short he has been ‘banned’ from the xBox until further notice, and in these few short days with him not playing on it, I have seen such an amazing transformation. He is more socialable, interacts with us all, has been playing out in the garden after school, using his imagination, and of course reading his books. It has been a lot quieter in the household, he’s not hyperactive and talks more to us (he talks nine to the dozen anyway) but it is the meaningful conversations that are flourishing so far.

This has prompted me to question the usage of his xBox. He will be allowed back on it eventually, but I will be very, very strict with supervising his playtime on it. More time will be spent doing more play with us as a family, painting canvasses as we did during the half-term, going swimming more and making more imaginary play. Kids are growing up too fast these days, they want to grow up, I can understand that (I was a kid once before too), but they need to stay young for their sake, but this is lost on them these days, which they fail to grasp. I want my children to stay kids for as long as I can muster. They need to enjoy their childhood, not intend to get to kidadulthood too soon.


There is a lot to be said on how media and these online games influence young children. Even though with age restrictions, young children are too obsessed with what they are allowed to engage in on these systems such as the xBox, Playstation, etc.

Anyway, the rest of the days were consumed by the baby climbing on up everything, hovering, cruising round furniture, anything he can get his hands on to maneouvre he’ll have it. Should your leg be in the way, he’ll have that too to position himself upright with a wonderful toothful grin if as to say ‘ello up there, see what I can do?’ it is wonderful that he is beginning to find his feet (‘scuse the pun), but he now is interested in everything that is around him, pulling at DVD’s, at the dog, food. These are the times that when you turn your back for five seconds he’s somewhere else completely.

The joys of growing up!

Day 29/365

{Wednesday, 10th April}

The countdown has begun, no not counting down to when the kid goes back to school, (I haven’t got to that stage this time, surprisingly), but the kid has started to countdown on how many days left he has until his birthday (23 to be exact), he say’s he can’t wait. Oh god.

Hmmm, this is where I come unstuck as I just haven’t a clue what to get him, and I have asked. His response was a laptop, yes a laptop. Why? And no, he’s not having one before you ask.

Kids are growing up way too fast these days, they know how to operate the iPhone, iPad, television, anything gadgetery they can lay claim to, and they know the insides of a duck’s arse about it, and will explain it in full to you whether you care to listen or not. Arrrrrrrghhhh!!!! I just want to scream ‘WHY CAN’T YOU ACT YOUR AGE’ and not in a stupified manner, but literally act your age, and live the life of how a youngster should act. I swear I was still playing with My Little Pony at 7-8 and anything near to having a computer game was PacMan, and I wouldn’t have been interested in that anyway. I loved books, was a certifiable bookwarm at his age, I loved anything creative, so that was another easy one for me, but we’re not talking about me here.

So yes, he won’t appreciate books (his argument is he gets them from his school library, fair enough), anything creative lasts ooh all of 5 minutes. Arrrrrgghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I’m seemingly lost, no kidding. But I have 23 days to find something. Wish me luck…I’m going to need it.

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Oh how can you resist that face?

A laptop he asks…

No, no, no, okeeeey, no, NO. A defiant, definitely not.

Keep saying this, my mantra for the next 23 days.

End of.

[I’ll update you with what I end up with]

Lullaby – for Jenny and The Lullaby Trust

My mother always sang the same lullaby to me as a young girl. The Doris Day ‘Que Sera Sera’ was what she would sing to me. I loved listening to her sing it, it somehow brought me comfort, as she would have me huddled up close in her arms and would continuously stroke my hair and face. The feeling of security and knowing how much you are loved unconditionally, there is no greater bond like it.

“Que Sera, Sera”

When I was just a little girl I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
When I grew up and fell in love I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead
Will we have rainbows
Day after day
Here’s what my sweetheart said
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Now I have Children of my own
They ask their mother
What will I be
Will I be handsome
Will I be rich I tell them tenderly
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera
And that is how I look at life, whatever will be will be. I believe things happen for a reason, and what is meant to be will be.
I have in recent weeks sang the same song to Baby R, and it calms him and he’s intent to listen.
Nursery rhymes have always been a favourite with the older kid when he was growing up. Our favourites that we have sang out loud together are; Humpty Dumpty, When you wish upon a star, Baa Baa Black Sheep, amongst others.
The most popular lullaby has to be Twinkle, Twinkle little star. I used to sing the lullaby to the kid when he was growing up, but now I sing it out loud to the baby, but when I do sing the words now, it gives poignancy to the song, as I think of little baby Matilda Mae.
I came across Jennie’s blog http://www.edspire.co.uk/ a couple of months ago, and her little nine month baby Matilda Mae and her twins E & W are the centre of her world. Sadly, Matilda Mae’s life was taken too soon from this world, and through Jennie’s unwavering devotion to her daughter, is how I have come about writing a special piece amongst others to commemorate Tilda’s amazing legacy and combine the unveiling of FSIDs, (as they were known as) new title ‘The Lullaby Trust’.
Through Matilda Mae’s wonderful, courageous and unbelievably loving mother Jennie, combined with The Lullaby Trust (also previously known as FSID Charity), we all want to make a step forwards, and this post is my little contribution to spreading the word.
The Trust are a leading cot death charity. They help support families such as Matilda Mae’s family, and help to fund research. Today was the official unveiling of their charity name ‘The Lullaby Trust’, please help to continue their good work, and to remember Matilda Mae, like the lullaby ‘Twinkle, Twinkle little Star’, Matilda Mae is shining forever brightly in the sky.
God bless you baby Tilda, we are all looking out for your wonderful mummy, who misses you so much, be proud of her, her fight everyday is clear, and we need answers to the beautiful babies and children who are gone too early though SIDs.
Let’s make a difference to someone’s lives.
Thank you for reading.

Day 28/365

{Tuesday, 9th April}

I bought a couple of canvasses, acrylic paints and a shedload of brushes the other day intent on making our creative masterpiece. This morning we set about creating whatever came to mind. Colours were flowing everywhere and we were really enjoying getting stuck into it. I must commend the kid, he didn’t make a mess whatsoever, but me on the other made a bit of a mess, I had the clever idea of splodging bits of paint here and there and flicking a couple of times on the brush, it went everywhere (no surprise) although I thought I was being careful, thank goodness acrylics come off easily with water (had they’d been oils would have been awful), I will be putting them up on a wall in the near future, but we may just try another one to see how we go with those, as we had fun! And that’s what it’s all about.

So what do you think of our masterpieces? It’s called Abstract art (if you were wondering) not anything specific, we need more practice!!

First we got our creative juices flowing – basically putting any colour we fancied on the canvas.


Next up, the kid’s wonderful finished creation, cool huh?!


Mummy’s little creation. Needs more work…


Day 27/365

{Monday, 8th April}

Today, we had to go and get new shoes for the kid, my mother insisted that he needs new shoes. Yes, she INSISTED?! Now was the time she decided that it was time to get SHOES…today. The kid is borderline shopaphobic, but is getting quite a shoe collection which nearly equals the size of mine – and I possess a lot of shoes, but to be fair his feet are still growing, so he has some justification in this. Grandma was paying, so I wasn’t arguing.

Since I bought him a pair of school shoes a few days ago, he was after some ‘normal’ shoes…so in Clarks we go, feet get measured and after umming and aaahing over which pair he likes, he decided on a nice brown pair (to hide the dirt I guess he’s going to scuff on soon), as we waited for the lady to box them up and take them to the till I looked around to see every other parent doing the same thing, the city centre was busy anyway due to the half-term, but we all were more or less having to go through the same task of getting kids kitted out just before school starts, or trying to occupy them as much as we could – ok, shopping is the most boring thing a child can be put through, but I very rarely shop with the kid, as its something I know he doesn’t want to endure (unless he gets something out of it).

I must admit I just like to get to the city centre, get to where I need to go, and get out of there. End of. My mum on the other hand can shop for hourssssszzzzzz – so yes I’m not a ‘shopper’ (Christmas shopping…don’t even go there), although I couldn’t resist looking at some shoes for myself, I was only in the shop two seconds and this is the look I got from the kid…

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And the baby in all of this, well he was just content sitting in his buggy taking the sights around him in, giving me smiles here and there, bless him.