Pop goes your name…

26 09 2014

Some rather talented friends of ours have started a little business.

“Pop goes your name.”

They have written, produced and recorded a series of personalised songs for children to create a rather unique album.

You go to their website, choose the relevant name and within a couple of clicks hey presto, a wonderful present for the kids.

The album has some incredibly catchy tunes and I often find myself singing along to them at home, in the car and at work without realising.

Earworms.

It’s helping Joshie learn the alphabet too, even if he doesn’t even realise what he’s singing yet.

“I’m tired of Niki Minaj, Catfish and the Bottlemen, and David Guetta, so where can I pick up one of these albums as quickly as possible,” I hear you say?

Easy.

Just click here.

“Joshua, Joshua that’s your name. Use the letters what do they say?”

Did I just sing that out loud?

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Photographic memory…

24 09 2014

I completely forgot I went to Whipsnade Zoo the other day.

If it wasn’t for me downloading some photos from my camera, no doubt it would remained in my brain’s recycle bin.

Perhaps I should take a photo each day at certain intervals, just in case.

My memory is truly shocking.

I could swear it’s got worse since having meningitis.

But then Wifey reminded me that it’s always been bad.

Forgot that.

Here’s a bunch of random photos that helped me remember where I was.

Now if only I could remember why I’m sitting here…





The youth of today…

22 09 2014

How dare you speak to Mummy like that Joshie!

(Good lad.)





Happy Birthday Mummy…

19 09 2014

Today is Wifey’s birthday.

I’d been out the previous night for a few drinks and found myself at 12.30 this morning wrapping presents.

Unfortunately the paper I thought we’d had didn’t exist.

Thomas the Tank Engine wrapping paper saved the day.

I got Joshie up, he added his mark to the birthday card and then I briefed him on his next steps.

He waddled through into the bedroom in his rather full nappy, clutching a card and presented it to Mummy.

(The card not the nappy.)

“Happy Birthday, Mummy.”

It’s the first time he’d ever said that to either one of us, so that was all the present I think Wifey needed.

Thomas caused a bit of confusion when after giving a present to Mummy Joshie exclaimed “my presents!”

Fortunately he did not kick off and settled for a little treat.

A strip of sugared squid (don’t ask – thanks Bruv).

With a trip to London Zoo and a meal out tonight without Joshie (first time with an official babysitter!), I hope you have a good birthday Wifey.

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And it looks like we can pause on re-building Hadrian’s Wall.

For the moment…





A land of fun?…

15 09 2014

I’ve been fortunate enough to visit some exotic locations on holiday.

So with a week off in September, I was looking forward to my next jaunt.

Where would it be?

Fiji?

Zanzibar?

Sri Lanka?

Nope.

Stoke-On-Trent.

And to be specific CBeebies Land at Alton Towers.

It was a land of the usual suspects.

Iggle Piggle and his motley crew.

Postman Pat and his lame excuse of a postal service.

Tree Fu Tom and his miscreant mates.

You get the idea.

JJ seemingly enjoyed himself but there were a few elements that did not seem to go down well.

Imagine watching Mike the Knight on TV to then be confronted with his giant likeness and being told to smile for the camera.

Queues.

He hated queues.

Not understanding the concept of why he could not go on the big rides.

Once he got passed that he took it all in as only a two year old can do.

We visited the waterpark, won him a minion that is affectionately known at ‘tato (as in potato) and went for a few long walks while he slept in the grounds of Alton Towers.

Plenty of fun was had, but I do look forward to the day when he will have even more fun on the big rides with his Daddy.

Although by then, the ‘coasters of CBeebies Land will probably appeal more to me.





Welcome to the land of Fae…

13 09 2014

Bank holidays.

You’ve got to love ’em.

That little bonus day off.

And so, August found me down in Cornwall seeing family.

Tehidy Country Park, which you may remember from an earlier blog, was hosting an event by the Rogue Theatre called the Wild Woodland Summer Ball.

Armed with the kids on a sunny Saturday, off we went.

On arrival, we queued up outside an entrance to the woods to begin our magical journey.

As we walked through the eerie woods, the actors put on little performances that were part of the stories to be told.

They ushered us through the woods to various performances before we eventually reached a clearing where the main event was to take place.

There was a stage, a woodland stew bubbling away, a sheltered area for the musicians and a little stall selling food and drink.

We took a seat on some hay bales and took in five stories from ‘The Book of Fae.’

A brief interlude saw some wand and sword making as well as some face painting.

(Do you think JJ could sit still for a full face painting? See the photo below for the result.)

It was all good fun if not a little hard to concentrate on with JJ deciding to explore the woods rather than find out what happened to the last of the dragons, wife to the new king.

After a song and a dance with the actors, it was time to leave and head back to the land of normality.

 

 





Mini-roundabouts have feelings too…

8 09 2014

I have discovered a problem that seems to effect a lot of drivers in my local area.

It could be down to poor eyesight, the inability to see over the steering wheel or simply their IQ level.

More and more people are becoming allergic to going round mini-roundabouts.

If there is no traffic about then fine, do whatever you want.

Go crazy.

Stop on top of it.

Break out the deck-chairs and have a picnic.

Recite Shakespeare whilst standing on your head.

Breakdance.

But what to do when there is traffic?

Why don’t you just go the wrong way around it, nearly crash into me and then have all three front passengers make obscene gestures for good measure.

Yup, white van man and his minions.

And just in case you wondered what the rules were:

Highway Code: Roundabouts (184-190)

Rule: 188
“Mini-roundabouts. Approach these in the same way as normal roundabouts. All vehicles MUST pass round the central markings except large vehicles which are physically incapable of doing so. Remember, there is less space to manoeuvre and less time to signal. Avoid making U-turns at mini-roundabouts. Beware of others doing this.”

So there you go.

They are there to do a job.

If you don’t let them perform this function, they will cry.

And will haunt your dreams.