If you wanted to find me as a child, all you had to do was look in the nearest corner and I’d be more than likely sat in it with my nose buried in a book.
I had loads of favourites, from Enid to Blyton, to Roald Dahl, to Judy Blume.
Which is why, when on having kids of my own, I suddenly had an excuse to re-buy all my favourites from my childhood. Not for me, you understand.
For the KIDS.
The Tiger Who Came to Tea, and The Very Hungry Caterpillar were added to the already bulging bookcase, among others.
It’s easy to introduce the classics when the children are small, and to incorporate them into the bedtime routine so that they become firm favourites of theirs as well.
What about when they become older though, and decide to choose their own books? It’s not so easy then.
I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve tried to encourage a bit of Enid Blyton adventure to my boys.
OK, they’ll probably deem Malory Towers too ‘girly’, that’s fair enough. I know they won’t harbour secret dreams of sitting round the swimming pool at midnight with a load of mouldy old girls eating sardines out of the tin and swigging ginger beer.
You’d think they’d be receptive to a bit of the Famous Five though. Kids going off camping and having adventures by themselves for the entire week?
Gunmen following them, ruffians chasing them etc.
It’s exciting, isn’t it?!
Nope. They didn’t get further than the first page because they read the words “Dick” and Fanny” for names and started rolling around the floor in hysterics.
Give. Me. STRENGTH.
With the eldest though, he’s started reading David Walliam’s books and the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series.
He absolutely loves them and asks for more.
So, do you know what I have realised? It doesn’t matter what they’re into bookwise, as long as they’re actually READING.
I’d rather he was reading his own books and building his own memories than not reading at all.
Bring on the books.
It’s getting nearer to Easter, so today we decided to make some Easter themed cupcakes with Peter Rabbit and Jemima Puddleduck.
Yes, I know it’s not Easter for more than a month yet as it’s in late April this year, but as it’s the first of March today a certain ‘spring has sprung’ vibe descended.
Beatrix Potter’s Peter Rabbit and her other creation, Jemima Puddleduck brings a certain countryside, nature feel to the start of spring and make pretty cupcakes.
So today, we’ve been baking.
We got the cupcake cases all ready:
and weighed out our ingredients.
4oz self raising flour
4oz caster sugar
which we then whizzed up in a bowl until light and fluffy and all ingredients were combined.
Then we placed them in the oven, gas mark 4, or 180 celcius if using an electric oven, and waited approx 20 – 25 minutes.
When they came out, we iced them and stuck our little toppers on…..
so this is what the end result looked like!
Wonder how long they’ll last….
I don’t know what’s happened to this week, but so far it’s been a week that Mr Bump would be proud of.
Not just any old accidents. No. They’re straight out of the comic books or a Mr Bean sketch.
The eldest has been sent home from school early today as he managed to knee himself in the eye while doing a roly poly. Whaaaaaaa??!!
He’s fine, by the way. If not a little bit of a div.
As for me, I decided to clear out the cupboards at the beginning of the week.
We now have sparkly clean, streamlined cupboards with everything in its place.
My foot, however, is half normal colour and half blue and black due to a full bottle of Calpol medicine falling from the topmost shelf, where they’re kept out of reach right onto my poor tootsies.
Never let one of those fall on your toes.
I think the expletive “SON OF A NUTCRACKER!” (thanks to the Elf film for that one ) slipped out of my mouth.
I like original family friendly ‘swear words.’
Fffffiddlesticks and Shhhhhabba being others.
It’s more fun that way.
Then my mum visited today, and managed to get her little finger bent back in the bathroom door as she was opening it. Again, whaaa?!
It’s all gone crackers.
Let’s hope that’s it for accidents now, daft or not.
Keeping all fingers crossed that the smallest and the husband manage not to pick up the clumsy bug. (if said fingers are not too busy being stuck behind bathroom doors, that is.)
What’s the daftest accident you’ve had? Take my mind off my purple foot…
It’s that time of year again where I get down on my hands and knees and plead at your feet for a few votes in the Mad Blog Awards which is now up and running for 2014.
Blimey, it only seems like yesterday since the last lot of awards!
If you enjoy reading this blog (or even if you don’t and think I witter on far too much :-D) please consider voting for me in any categories you think fit me (Best Writer, or schooldays/ family days for example.)
Last year I did extremely well and got all the way through to the final round of voting. Thank you!
This year I’d love to go ALLLL the way (oo-er) so if you are feeling generous there’s a great big “Nominate Me!” badge over there —– to the right hand side of this post.
I’m nothing if not subtle.
So, why not grab a cup of tea, coffee, or whatever and have a sit down and read through my blog posts. If you like what you see, please vote.
If you don’t, well heck have a vote anyway.
Just click on the nominate badge and it will take you to the Mad Awards site where you can register your vote.
Here’s to the Mad Blog Awards and hopefully through to the finals!