Monthly Archives: August 2010

Mr A is 30!

It was Mr A’s 30th Birthday on Tuesday. And I am pleased to report that he loved hi birthday present from me and the children.

I actually thought he wasn’t going to get one as I couldn’t find the perfect item anywhere despite being on the lookout for ages. Anyway, I was saved at the 11th hr by a helpful jeweller reccommending another.

Mr A is now the proud owner of an antique pocket watch. He was rather choked as he looked at it properly later in the evening  after the children were in bed and was so proud to tell Big A the next day that when Daddy was an old man, the watch would become his.

Anyway, here are a couple of pictures of the watch – it’s really beautiful. It needs a bit of TLC which Mr A is more than hapy to give it.

Mr A's Pocket Watch



Back of the Watch


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A Surprise Day at the Zoo

As it’s the last weekend of the summer holidays, we decided that today was the perfect day for a trip to the zoo. Big A had asked at the start of the holidays if we could take him ,but as usual things always cropped up at the weekend – a birthday, a wedding, work – but today was set aside so we could have our family day out.

The thing is we hadn’t actually told Big A that that was where we were off to. So when he asked if we could do something fun last night I made my appologies and said that mummy and daddy had shopping to do and might not have time for anything else. He was a bit disapointed, but went to bed and was happy.

He had told me a while ago that he was saving one of his shirts for when he went to the zoo so he could look like a keeper. After breakfast and showers we got his clothes out and wondered if he would click – nope, not a clue!

So after packing the picnic we set off and we had kept up the pretence of going shopping – all the way – all 45 miles – but as we drove past the main gates I couldn’t keep it in any longer and told him that as a surprise we were going to the zoo. A huge grin spread across his little face and revealed a toothy smile.

As soon as we got in we found a lovely spot in front of the mansion house and sat and had our picnic. Little A, being her first picnic, kept wandering off, not really having the hang of the eating outdoors on the grass thing yet!!

Mr A went back to the cra with the rather large picnic bag and we went to find a good spot ready for the Penguin Parade. Big A and Little A were very excited to have a path side spot and I wasn’t wholey unsure that little wasn’t going to reach out to try and pet one!! But, both were very restrained and Little A was definatley in awe!

So, after trips to every animal enclosure and lots of enjoyment watching Chimps, Monkeys, Lions and Tigers, Koalas and Birds, Hippos and Kangaroos we made our way home.

Who knew that you could spend 5 hrs looking at animals and not notice the time go by! Both Big A and Little A fell asleep for the 60 minuite journey home and are now, finally after a sudden burst of bed time energy are fast asleep, hopefully having lovely dreams of their surprise trip to the zoo.

Penguin Parade


Big A and Little A


P.s Work will start on Harry and Rosie in the next few days – promise!!!!

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A night at the pictures

Big A has been asking to go and see Toy Story 3 since it came out ( but then again so have Mr A and I!). So, baby sitter found for Little A  off we headed to the 8pm showing. Tickets and obligitory pick and mix purchaced we headed to our seats.

What an awsome film, and if you haven’t seen it, then I won’t spoil it, but suffice to say it’s fabulous. And it had me welling up several times. A fun, sometimes heart wrenching story.

And it kind of made me think. I have several bags of old toys from my childhood in the attic and could never bbring myself to give them or throw them away. I have one teddy in particular, Barney, who still, even now sits on my bed. Rather bald in quite a few places, mended more times than I can remember and just generally very, very well loved. And I hope that Big A and Little A will still have, and love Harry and Rosie when they are my age.


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Please Mum and Dad

Sorry folks – another sentimental one from me!

It occured to me recently that as Mummy’s and Daddy’s, we don’t always remember what it was like to be little. Sometimes we get a bit frustrated at having to repeat an instruction and when we are in a hurry we would love for our little ones to walk just that wee bit faster.

Here is a poem I came across today wich really made me stop and think. Grown ups live in such a busy world, but should we see it through the eyes of our children more?

Please Mum and Dad ( Author Unknown)

Please, Mum and Dad
My hands are small
I don’t mean to spill my milk.
My legs are short,
please slow down, so I can keep up with you.
Don’t slap my hand when I touch something bright and pretty,
I don’t understand.
Please, look at me, when I talk to you,
it’ lets me know you are really listening.
My feeling are tender, don’t nag me all day,
let me make mistakes without feeling stupid.
Don’t expect the bed I make or the picture I draw to be perfect,
just love me for trying.
Remember I am child not a small adult,
sometimes I don’t understand what you are saying.
I love you so much.
Please love me just for being me – not just for the things I can do.

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Rosie’s fabric has been bought!

Lovely day, Big A at Nana and Grandad’s house for a few days, so off  Little A and I set to the fabric shop, with a quick stop in at the wool shop for black embroidery thread for Harry and Rosie’s eyes.

What a fab little shop – I have always passed it and never really thought much about it, but it’s a little aladins cave of fabric! Trailed through umpteen fabric books just to arrive back at my first choice – pink with white spots!! And Little A seems to like it – she shouted “pink, pink”, so I am taking that as aproval!

Anyway, here it is and guess what – the sewing machine is on the kitchen table too!!!!

Rosie's Fabric

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“Quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep”

I love this poem, it really makes me sad in a nice kind of way. It makes me realise just how fast Big A and Little A are growing, but it also reminds me to always have great fun with them and superficial stuff can wait. This  came to mind when I sold their gorgeous Silver Cross pram at the weekend. It seemed like just yesterday that Big A was a teeny tiny bundle in it, ready for his first outing to the big world.

As much as I loved it and actually planned to keep it, It saddened me to know it was hidden in the attic, not likley to see the light of day again. The lady the lady who took it was lovely and fell in love with it at first sight. So I am content in the knowlage it has gone to a home that will look after it and treasure memories created in it as much as we do.

So, it’s with heavy heart I admit that my babies are no longer babies and they are growing up far too quickly.

Song For a Fith Child, by Ruth Hamilton. 1958

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
and out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
but I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.


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