Just over a week and a half ago I tweeted “today is the day when 3 become 5″…apparently I’d forgotten how many people are in my family!  D’oh!  I’m not sure which one I’d forgotten, my Other Half probably ;o)

That was the day we picked up our new additions, the rabbits!

Meg, bless her, on being asked what she wanted to call them chose the names “rabbit 1” and “rabbit 2” but after a bit more thought she chose the names Peppa and George (original I know!)

 Peppa is blue and George is white with magpie markings.  It seems my decrepit hamster detector didn’t let me down as George is a bit of a wimp and Peppa gets first pick of all the food, meaning she is now twice the size of him.  She sleeps next to the food bowl for ease of access too!

We’ve had lots of different comments ranging from “waste of time and money” to “great idea for the kids” but so far we’ve seen nothing but positives, they are both very friendly and don’t seem put off by the loud noises of two small children. 

Meg is very good if somewhat determined to mother them and doesn’t yet grasp the concept that they might want to run around and not just be carried around by her (I’m seeing visions of her pushing them around in her pram in the not too distant future!) and Eli gets very excited when they are hopping around and will start shouting and chasing them, making a grab for an ear or a tail if he gets the chance!  Despite this they seem totally happy and content.

 It’s been a brilliant tool for teaching Meg.  She doesn’t yet fully understand how to care for them but we’re putting the foundations in.  She will help change their straw and give them hay and when we went down to the market we were able to talk about different vegetables they can eat and she chose which ones she wanted to buy and bring home.  Eli’s getting the knowledge second hand too as I can often hear Meg repeating all the things we’ve said to her later on!

I‘m under no illusion that it will probably end up being me or my Other Half who look after the rabbits the most but I think on the whole it’s important to teach children about the responsibility of taking care of animals.   And it gets us off the hook for having to get a dog for the moment too!


I’m not a fan of change, not really, it takes me a while to come around to the idea of things being ‘different’ especially if I don’t see the need for them to be!

But at the moment we’re looking at some big life-changing decisions and for once, it’s making me feel cross that we can’t just decide and get on with it.  There are too many variables to consider. 

I suppose that’s what happens when you have children, the same way it takes two or three hours of preparation in order to go out anywhere these days, I can’t just grab my handbag and my coat and tootle off – I have to consider every angle and try to plan for every possibility.

We’ve always tried to live our lives in an “if the door opens” kind of way.  When my Other Half graduated from university and we were trying to decide where to live, we drew up a pros and cons list for five different places that took our fancy…and then he got offered a job right in the place we lived.  So that made our decision for us!

This is pretty much the same scenario…we’ve extended some feelers and if the door opens then we’ll make a move but the whole waiting game is just driving me to distraction.  I’ve found myself getting irrationally cross about the man at the post office who always call me love, or the man who was walking down the high street last week wearing shorts and t-shirt when I was wearing gloves (I wanted to tell him to get a grip…it is NOT summer). 

I’m being terribly cryptic I know but whilst so much is still in the air I don’t want to reveal too much.  Sometimes you can really build something up and then it just falls flat on its face and that is something I definitely want to avoid!

So for now, I’ll just be irritated with the slow-moving pace of the situation, and probably will still get annoyed at all the mundane details of my every day life. 

Urgh, I don’t want to write such a negative post.  I read somewhere that if you won’t want to read it in 5 years – don’t write it!  This is one of those posts where it’s just me in my own little cyber space palace, unloading what I’m thinking (I warned you about that in my first ever post!)  There were loads of topics buzzing around this week that I wanted to blog about but I can’t seem to clear my mind enough to write them…so yes, this is a bit ‘spewy’, but it’s where I’m at! 

That said, I don’t want to end on a grumpy note…I have a lot to be grateful for in my every day life. 

My two little cherubs to start with!!
And experience tells me that it will all come out in the wash, in the end.  Whether the path we’re wondering over works out or whether nothing changes I can’t actually make these things happen any quicker!
I think I ended my last post with this, but it seems to fit the pattern of my thinking at the moment so…
 C’est la vie ;o)

I was a bit stumped when after watching an episode of Jake and the Neverland Pirates Meg asked me if we could make a treasure map.  But I managed to cobble something together!

What you need:
– Large piece of paper
– Colouring pens
– Good imaginations!
– Teabag (if you wish to make it look old)

What you need to do:
This kind of craft relies on your toddler having a good imagination and you having the ability to draw.  As we had one out of the two I did my best but I know my drawing leaves a lot to be desired!

Very simple just create different places on your map, ‘rocky place’, ‘crabby’s cove’ etc.

If you wish to make it look authentic you can use the old method of rubbing a wet teabag over it and crisping it in the oven/with a hairdryer.  I started this but our map was so big I gave up so we have a half new-half old looking map but heyho!


Tonight I did something that (even now as I’m writing about it) sets my knees knocking.

I’d taken the kids out to the park and when I arrived home, next door had parked pretty much up to the edge of our drive so I pulled up behind them, noticing as I got out that I had effectively blocked them in. 

I had every good intention of going out and moving my car onto our drive once I’d got the kids out (reason: it’s not a proper driveway and you can’t open the doors wide enough to get children out of car seats when parked on it) but when I got in I needed to make the dinner and put the kids into bed etc etc and time just ran away with me.

About 10 minutes after I’d put Meg to bed and come downstairs I was sorting out some washing when I heard a commotion going on outside.  Being the nosy sort, I sidled up to our front window and basically heard a barrage of swearing coming from ‘the bloke’ from next door at the fact that I’d blocked him in.

It was his partner parked on the other side of him, so she came out and moved her car and off he drove.

Obviously he had no idea that I’d heard him but I was a bit put out that he would be so aggressive about the whole thing – after all, he could have just come and asked us to move.  Or he could have parked in front of his own house…I do have two small children!

Ah I digress…

So anyway I was so affronted by his reaction that I decided that when he got back, I would go round and apologise for blocking him in.  Actually, that part is a total fabrication – I decided I would go round whilst he was out and speak to his partner as she always smiles at me in the mornings and isn’t quite so scary looking. 

But to my utter dismay when I finally built up the nerve to go round, ‘the bloke’ answered the door.  Which was a bit off-putting to say the least and the clear, refined statement in my head came out as a total babble.

It might not seem like a big deal to most people but it really is to me.  I had to build up a lot of ‘hidden so deep down I’m not even sure it’s really there’ nerve to go round and knock on their door in the first place.  I’m such a home-bod…I don’t enjoy ‘putting myself out there’ and to be honest, he looked at me like I’d lost the plot which kind of confirmed that what I was doing was a bit strange.

I don’t mind confrontation if there is a need for it.  But putting myself into a situation where I can’t plan for every outcome (such as the shock of ‘the bloke’ opening the door rather than his partner) fills me with dread.

But once I’d apologised and come home, and the flaming sensation in my cheeks had died down, I felt good.  Truly, satisfyingly good! 

Who cares if he thinks I’m a bit odd? 

And, at the end of the day the benefits are two-fold as a) he might also feel good that I cared enough to come round and apologise and b) if he doesn’t care one bit about the apology, he might at least feel a bit sheepish that I clearly heard him having a go.

And tomorrow is another day – if he parks in front of my house, I’ll probably block him in again.  C’est la vie!


For this we used an actual kit we had been given but it could very easily be replicated by printing off some templates and cutting the shapes out of card.

What you need:
– Templates 
– Coloured card
– Googly eyes
– Sparkly decorations
– Green tissue paper (or other colours)
– String

What you need to do:
– Cut the shapes out of coloured card or plain white card and get your toddler to colour in.

– Stick the sparkly bits onto the undersea animals to make them look pretty

– Add googly eyes and a smile face

– To create the seaweed, scrunch up bits of the green tissue paper and stick to the shape (again easily printed off.)

– Make ‘dangly’ by using a piece of string to link the various shapes together.