Isn’t blossom beautiful?! 

We picked up some blossom on the way home from school to play with and decided it would be gorgeous if we had a dress made from it….so that’s exactly what we did!

We printed off some photos and became our our blossom fashion designers..




 How stunning did they look?  








 Our blossom dresses were really effective and beautifully smelling 😊🌺

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  As part of our ongoing toddler mini adventure series aimed at making the most of the pre nursery time remaining with Noah before he heads off to school in September, endeavouring to slow down & embracing our time together, today we went on a colours of the rainbow hunt with Noah… 

This also formed part of our local places exploration..
We went to Lydney Park spring gardens, nr Chepstow… was an absolutely beautifully stunning place & the perfect place for a colourful adventure with or without the kids… There was so much more to see there but our objective was to find colours… 
You can find more details of admissions & opening times at
Here’s how our day looked 😊 


We found blue..
and green..
and red…


yellow (on the way there!) 

 Lots of pink…



we even stopped for an orange :-)


There was plenty to explore… 


The gardens were stunning…& the colours kept coming… 






There  was lots of beauty to see, together with a tea room, a museum & a deer park where you could picnic!



We finished our rainbow hunt with a colourful picnic….. 




  We decided that we wanted to make our own giant surprise egg, we used it as a sibling team building exercise & once we’d created our egg it was the kids mission to get it to the top of a huge hill intact so we could roll it back down…..everybody helped. 

  We made our egg by making an egg shaped structure using lengths of willow which I then covered with a plastic tape used to cordone things off (non sticky, available in pound shops).

We then covered the structure with chicken wire (not pictured!)

We finished by using rolls of wrapping paper and ample amounts of sticky tape to cover it before using coloured paper to add our detail. 

We made a separate box for the surprise.


Noahs job was to carry the ‘Surprise’ 

 whilst everyone else set about taking turns to carry the egg and using teamwork to carry it together.. 


We walked up under a beautiful blue sky which was slowy disappearing …. 

 and the sun began to set as we got to the top.. 



 So we opened up the suprise which was full of chocolate eggs and ate them as the sun sunk.. 




 And there was only one way down……rolling our egg!! 



You can see our egg rolling back down here on our facebook page :-)



We went for a walk at the beach and picked up a handful of small pebbles, when we got home we searched out an old picture frame & removed the glass. We then cut out a piece of paper to fit in the frame and set about making some pebble pictures.

You could alternatively glue your pebbles to a piece of card and frame them to last forever..

Here’s our pictures…  













The kids loved doing these (& so did I!) & it was a perfect way to use up our collected beach loot 😊 


🌍 Turn your lights off for an hour tonight at 8.30! Make a den or a shelter or step outside with blankies & watch the stars!….just turn off your lights.
Take part in ‪#‎earthhouruk‬ & show your support & love for our planet…..follow the link to sign up..

Here’s some ideas to use during earth hour… 

Buy yourself some glowsticks and have loads of fun…





The Blossom Tree

Today we walked to the blossom tree. 

We’ve seen this blossom tree bloom, shed & weather a lot.

It’s outside our hospital in a beautiful park laden with squirrels adjoining.

Some of you may remember the blossom tree from a recent post.

We birthed our babies in the hospital, said goodbye to a child there, been cared for during miscarriages there & it’s became our second home with a dodgy heart in tow…

We walk through the park a lot.

Today we walked through the park to  look at the blossom and pick up its fresh fall.

It was beautiful.

We played in the park and made a blossom bunny and a blossom flower with a chocolate treat. 

We left as a hailstone shower emptied from the blue skies. (Of which a hailstone directly fell to land bouncing off my eardrum, I swear!)

It was a lovely day which was made mostly by the hour in which we visited the blossom tree. 

& a day to reflect, love and return home from.

In search of an eclipse..

We decided last night that we were going to get up before the sun rose and head for the hills in search of a gorgeous spot to have breakfast and watch the solar eclipse.

So we threw some quilts into the car along with a bowl to fill with water to watch the reflecting sun, some card to make our pin hole viewers, breakfast bowls & headed out under a blanket of mist with hope that it would clear in tow.

It was misty all the way there and little did we know that we’d climb out of the mist and be greeted by a beautiful blue sky.

Here’s how our morning looked..

I’m not great with a camera so the fully beauty wasn’t captured but the carpet of mist that sat below us sat underneath the eclipsed sun stunningly. 

Our breakfast table sat alongside Tor Y Foel mountain in the Brecon Beacons with Talybont reservoir hiding in the valley beneath the mist.

As the sun rose from behind the mountain behind us it slowly kissed the misty valley..

The mist was stunning..

We had company..

with the sun fully up we set up for breakfast and filled out bowl of water ready for the eclipse..

We tried making our own eclipse with playfough on cocktail sticks..

I tried to get some photos but they didn’t do any justice..

We were only there for just over an hour but before we left the mist had cleared.

when we returned home we made our own eclipse :-) 


20 things that KIDS really want from their mothers…VS 20 Things that MOTHERS really want from their kids.


What do our kids really want from us?

What do we really want from them?

1. Not to run the nit comb upwards so confidently through the hair on the nape of their neck.

1. To stop bringing nits home…please

2 Not to go off on one during the process of getting ready for school..

2. To have the skill to get up, get dressed, have breakfast, be organised and locate shoes without sending out a search party before leaving for school.

3. To say it’s absolutely ok to keep faffing about after bedtimes. 

3. To go to bed and immediately go to sleep.

4 To stop expecting them to pick their clothes up.

4. To not expect that clothes, bags, coats, shoes etc are ok to be discarded onto the floor in a natural motion and dropped without a second thought regardless as to where they are standing or walking through.

To have an ability to ‘clean as they go’

5 To stop expecting them to put their uniforms tidy.

5. To present themselves in the morning looking like they have placed their uniforms on the bannister the night before like instructed.

To not present themselves saying they have done this whilst standing in a uniform that will need heavily dousing in steam to remove creases.

6. To stop telling them they’ll go to school with no shoes on.

6. To understand that they will go to school without shoes on and believe that it is not an idle threat each morning & put their shoes where they’ll locate them in a swift manner the next time they have to put them on.

7. To be able to complain about dinner.

7. To not complain about dinner in any manner during the cooking process, whilst it’s being dished up or  whilst eating it. 

To finish their dinner in a thankful & grateful way with a smile on their face. To wear a game face that portrays you are enjoying every last mouthful.

Eat every last mouthful.

8. To not have to turn the t.v down.

8. To realise that if the t.v is turned off it is a consequence of their own actions for not adhering to the rules & moaning about said consequence is just rude & will not get the t.v switched back on.

To not think I’m stupid & remember I have a third ear that can multitask in its listening.

To have the knowledge that I am not deaf & am very aware that the volume on the t.v is being slowly re-adjusted & creeping back up after I’ve instructed it to be turned down. 

9. To have pop whenever they want.

9. To Understand that having  squash or water to drink is completely normal & have the knowledge that pop is just a treat.

Know that it’s not acceptable to think you’ll be permitted to have pop just because you can’t be bothered to make yourself a drink.

10. And whatever they want for pudding.

10. Be happy with an ice lolly for pudding.

Have an understanding that pudding allocation decisions are final, if a yogurt is allocated for pudding you will not be able to have something different just because you’ve vocalised you distaste at the limited choice. Saying you don’t want pudding should not be used so flippantly as an excuse to get out of eating your dinner and they’ll be no going back on your choice to skip pudding once that choice has been made 30 minutes later.

11. To stop putting things in their packed lunch bags which came home rejected in their packed lunch bags the day before.

11. To present me with a lunch bag void of all food items but still with the teaspoon and drinks bottle alongside.

12. To stop having the ability to hear the fridge open or the cupboards rustling and homing in from another room.

12. To stop routing through the fridge or cupboards (especially teenagers) & eating the staple ingredients for a family meal, or opening things and eating a small part of the packet and leaving the rest without informing anyone only to be discovered when the rest of the packet has gone mouldy and is unusable. 

13. To stop asking them to ‘get out of the fridge’

13. To know it’s not ok to eat all the essentials for the pack ups whenever they want and understand dad will go off on one if you eat the chocolate bars (Mars, Snickers etc) when their are Penguins readily available & allocated for the kids. 

This applies to the freezer to. Stop leaving have filled cups of drink in there.

14.To stop thinking its ok to taste test a bit of all food that is dished up (mummy taxing) first & expect to have a bag of crisps opened with losing a few as payment.

14. To have the knowledge that ‘mummy tax’ is an existing fee that all mums take payment of. Any edible item that passes through mums grip is prone to be taste tested at any given time. 

15. Stop criticising their vocal tones. 

15. Understand that the tone in your voice can determine any mood and has the ability to change my mood in a split second.

Understand the use of any voice/tone that is associated with any character in the ‘Charlie & the Chocolate Factory’ is wholly unacceptable and will flash me up. 

Vocally portraying The Omen is not a tone to pride yourself on & will not do you well. 

16. To stop moaning at the shortage of space in the bed when they appear in the night. 

16. To know that mum loves a cuddle and will spend the night squeezing and kissing you if you expect to sleep in her bed. Have an understanding that it is still her bed though and have the knowledge that kicking the covers off is not acceptable & don’t get gnarly when she gets agitated by being slapped in the face by your flailing arms at 2.30am. 

17. To stop putting the toys away (Especially toddlers)

17. To stop making such a mess in a path of destruction type way, all the time, continuously.

18. To agree with something that’s said.

18. To stop disagreeing with everything. 

19. To stop trying to be cool in front of their mates.

19. For them to tell their mates they have the coolest parents ever.

20. To always know that they are loved.

20. To always know that they are loved.

The importance of baby wipes.

In 23 years of changing bums I have just had the most horrific and amusing poo nightmare ever. Noah slipped off to the bathroom to do a poo, he usually hides under the table for biggies but this time took solace on the bathroom floor. 

Shortly after I’m sitting on the living room floor armed with a nappy and an instruction for someone to find the wipes so I could change his bum whilst summoning Noah….the teenager took the wipes to her room. Preparing my area with him stood patiently waiting next to me absorbed in the TV he produces his hand ‘there’s poo on my hand mum’

I knew the trauma in that split second and it registered before my eyes even met it. 

If you can imagine squishing a ball of sticky clay or maybe scooping chocolate spread from a jar then you’ll have a pretty accurate image of my greeting. 

My assumption was that his nappy had released itself under his jeans. But my priority was to sort out the hand attached to the wrist I was grasping tightly on to. 

I was still loudly delegating the kids on the importance of finding the wipes whilst giving consolation to Noah that it was ok. Bless him. I smiled sweetly. He was ok. 

‘Where’s the wipes’ 

‘I need the wipes’

‘Like now’

Where’s the wipes’ 

The wipes are located in the teenagers room. 

3 god damn wipes. Dried out. 

So I use one to get the bulk from his fingers but needed to sort out his trousers and nappy hanging on his bum before I attempted moving him to the bathroom.

Two wipes. Nowhere near enough but two wipes was the reality. We’d given up the house search. Elis refused to look in the car in just his pants (he was changing for bed when it happened) and I could not leave anyone else in charge of holding Noah’s wrist. 

At this point I contemplated using the tanning wipes Mila had produced. It was something I weighed up.

I opted for the delicate trouser removal and discover there’s no nappy. A discovery made at the point of assuming that the warm bulk in his trouser leg was a nappy in slipped down situe. To be clear, the bulk was not a nappy. 

Eden confirms from upstairs (after summing up the situation via my wails) that she’s putting the bath on.

It was a nightmare. Trousers pulled off in a teamwork effort by Elis & I, he pulled the legs from the bottom whilst I held in the air by the armpits.

Socks were covered and by that stage swilling and wringing them out in the toilet was neither here nor there. Trousers went in a carrier bag. 

The consistency was clay so his legs were not pretty. That stuff doesn’t break up in the bath. It’s a scoop job or push down the plug hole. 

Noah was happy. We made light of it. I told him I’d pooed my pants. He was happy.

Turns out he’d tried to take his jeans off to go on the toilet like a big boy but failed, thought no one  would notice I guess. Bless him. He was trying to be a big boy.

Bloody baby wipes. 

I won’t even go into the story of the ball pool soft play area…