Category Archives: My Rainbow Baby- Connie

Today, Mummy and I… #Week2


… Made Valentines Cards! ❀️

Ok, so usually I’m pretty non-commital when it comes to this “holiday” (or “hallmark day” as it more accurately is) but this year I decided to get into the swing of things! 

We dusted off the craft sheet (bargain by the way- Β£4 from Sainsburys!) and the finger paints and got stuck in! 

The idea was to make a bouquet of flowers using Lambs handprint, the palm would be the vase, the fingers would be the stems and the finger prints at the top would be the petals.

As you can see, they all turned out completely different but that’s what I love about them! Each one is individual! 

We had enough to send one to each set of Grandparents, Great-Grandparents, God parents and Daddy too 😘

The Lamb had a great time playing with the paints and dipping her hands in all the different colours! She was also very impressed when I mixed blue and yellow to make green 😜 super mummy! 

I would really recommend Crayolas washable finger paints. It was Β£4 for 3 primary colour tubes; we’ve used them a few times now and there’s still tons left! 

It was fun coating every surface with paint! 

Also, mercifully, the paints washed out of all Lambs (and my!) clothes and wiped easily off all surfaces. 

Other things we used were:

*Paper plates for paint pallets

*A packet of 10 plain cards and envelopes (Β£2 for 10) from Sainsburys 

…Next week we venture outside and see what Life On The Farm is all about! ☺️


Today, Mummy and I… #Week 1


… Made a pillow bed! 

So here’s the first post of mine and The Lambs new segment entitled “Today, Mummy and I…”. The idea is, each week, me and The Lamb will post our creative projects / day trips etc for you all to see and enjoy!

As it’s the first week, we’re weaning in with something easy and we decided to make a pillow bed! This is ridiculously easy to do and The Lamb loves it! 

Honestly, I got the idea from seeing how much Connie loves my mums dog bed (and strops when she’s told to get off!) so I thought I’d make her her own non-dog version!πŸ™ŠπŸ₯

All you need is:

*4 pillow cases 

*4 pillows

*A needle and thread or sewing machine

(It’s useful to have some pins to hold the pillow cases together while you sew but it’s not essential).

Time taken to complete: 30-60 mins (depending on your sewing skills)- a lot quicker if you have a sewing machine!

Difficulty level: Easy

For our pillow bed, we decided to sew the pillows together in a large square shape, but for older children you may want to sew them together one under the other, to create a more “traditional” bed shape so taller children can stretch their legs out! 

1. Take two pillow cases and line the longer sides up next to each other- pin together if necessary and sew! 

*Make sure the opening that you put the pillows into are both facing the same way*

2. Take the next two pillow cases and repeat as above!

3. Next, sew the two pieces together. Again, make sure the openings for the pillows to go in are facing out. (If you’re doing all four pillows in a row it doesn’t matter what sides the openings face!) 

4. Finally, stuff the pillow cases with pillows, chuck on the floor and watch your little one dive on! 

Connie really loves her pillow bed. It was really straight forward to make and is easy to wash and store. It was worth the time and me and Mr W got some new bed pillows thrown into the bargain πŸ‘πŸΌ so everyone’s a winner! 

Granted, this project didn’t take much of Connie’s input- I did let her chose the pillow cases out of our old jumble of linen!- but she really appreciated the bed all the same and has spent hours lying on it since and reading her books or chilling watching the tele! ☺️

First project successful! Not too bad for a human dog bed! πŸ˜‰

Next week… Valentine’s Cards ❀️



Whilst randomly looking through some of my old posts, I found this one that bizarrely never made its way public! It must have got caught between a couple of posts and lost but after I read it, I thought it too cute not to share! 

This was dated back in March when The Lamb was almost 9 months old (she’s now almost 18 months)…

“9 Months Old: The Lamb is, as always, a joy…

The continued happiness and glee that exudes from my baby almost beggars belief. Of course, she has her moments! As she’s getting older and developing a personality, I’m starting to see her character shine through. 

She is a determined, independent, clever, confident, happy little girl… And she has a temper. 

If she doesn’t get her own way (stopping her from licking a phone charger) she’ll show her displeasure. 

If she can’t do something she’s trying to do (pull herself up) she’ll show her frustration. 

If she fails at something through no fault of her own (trying to walk before mastering the skill of standing without needing support) she’ll show her anger. 

And she will persist. She won’t give up. 

She will try every way possible to chew the charger, she will pull herself up even if it takes her 20 minutes, she will try and try again to walk without an adult helping her and although some days I could really do without the paddy attacks, I sort of admire this side of her. I’ve rarely seen a child with as much determination! 


She is not submissive. She is not defeatist. I think she will grow to be a strong confident woman. 

She delights in most things; being spoken to, sung to, played with, read too. Having a bath, meeting someone new, hearing music, eating new foods… You get the idea. 
I couldn’t imagine life without her.

How sweet 😊 

FYI: The Lamb is still a joy, and I still couldn’t imagine life without her, although this post was clearly written before she started phasing into the terrible-twos and I discovered the hellish-double-edged-sword that is Peppa Pig… But more on that later!  

One of those days…


Recently I had one of those days.

You know, the type where everything just seems to go wrong?

The day was Thursday. As some of you may know Thursday is mummy & Lamb day. We always do something fun and have lunch out, so we began to have breakfast and get dressed ready for our outing. 

The Lamb was a little emosh. 

I didn’t get breakfast ready quick enough- dramatic temper tantrum.

I didn’t read the right book- dramatic temper tantrum.

I gave her the wrong sippy cup- dramatic temper tantrum.

I didn’t dress quick enough- dramatic temper tantrum. 

And in between all the temper tantrums I was showered with love and the majority of the morning had a little person gripping my leg so tight it was like she was afraid she’d wash away if she let go.


Mid tantrum…

Off we went to Nuffield- our gym. The Lamb was going to have an hour in the Creche while I did a spin class then we were going for a swim. 

I arrived sweaty and stressed from trying to carry the millions of bags, life jacket and baby into the gym, only to bend my nail back painfully whilst trying to manoeuvre the thousands of bags to get to my pass. 

My pass!

Where is it?! Crap. We’ve been members less than a month and I’ve already lost it. 

I casually ask the reception guy if anyone’s handed it in. He looks at me with concern. Possibly he mistakes the tears in my eyes for emotion and regret at losing my pass and not from the painful bending of nail experience moments before… and…. winner! It’s there! 

Relieved, The Lamb and I bundle into the creche when The Lamb suddenly decides we must never be parted and grips me tightly whilst wailing mildly. 

I manage to untangle us, put my pass on the side and sort out our many many bags. All signed in and now happy, The Lamb scoots off to play. I turn to pick up my pass…

My pass! 

Gone! Again! How?! 

A frantic search proves it’s not in any of my bags and is no where in sight. I can only conclude someone else has picked it up thinking it was theirs when dropping off their child. 


I slope off to reception and explain that I’ve lost the card I claimed mere minutes before and am met with a sympathetic look from reception guy. I think he fears for my sanity. Guest pass in hand I run and just make spin in time. Joy! 

After an excellent class, I’m feeling thoroughly destressed, I go to pick The Lamb up from the creche- still no sign off my pass- and off we go to the changing rooms. 

We’re in our suits before I realise the next mistake of the day. 

We only have one towel. 


Nether the less, off we go to swim, The Lamb all bundled up in her life jacket and we have a whale of a time! As its term end, there’s loads of toys in the pool and The Lamb really enjoys herself.

Enjoying a post-swim smoothie

40 minutes later, suitably tired out, we make for the changing rooms again wrapped up in the one towel. 

I manage to get all our shower bits out whilst not losing grip of The Lamb- score- and we head for the showers. 

Here’s where I made the next mistake of the day. I decide to shower first whilst strapping The Lamb into the convenient baby chair in the shower. 

Half way through, I realise she’s shivering and decide shes big enough to stand in the shower with me. So out she gets. I decide to wash my hair and all hell breaks loose! 

The shampoo creates a slippery surface, which, thanks to my years of life learning to walk and balance, I manage to carefully manoeuvre and stay upright. The Lamb- with all 3 months of walking practice under her belt- does not, and begins to slide around, falling around on the tiled floors. 

I proceed to launch myself at her, trying to hold her upright while trying to avoid spraying her with shampoo and simultaneously trying, by wiggling my eyebrows, (no free hands!) to stop the shampoo dripping in my eye.

Have you ever tried to stop something going in your eye by wiggling your eyebrows? 

Don’t. It doesn’t work. And you look a fool. 

The Lamb safely strapped up again, I finish our shower with my burning shampoo eye and wrap us both in our one towel. 

By the time we get back to our changing room, the towel is very damp. We dress in a private changing room, not just because I’m a massive prude but because it’s easier to control The Lamb in a small area.

I whack my underwear on (and thank god I did) before drying off The Lamb. Stupidly, I think I’ll dress her while she stands up right and take her nappy off. Only then do I realise she has pooed in said nappy. 

Awkwardly, I try to keep her still while reaching around for a nappy and then it happens. 

The door isn’t shut properly.

Off Lamb goes. Naked Lamb with poo smeared bum running free amongst the startled gym-goers and here I come. Semi-naked woman, with bright red eye, dripping wet hair and mascara streaked face chasing her around the room.

What a delight for all involved.

Finally, I squeeze my slightly damp -but mercifully clean- child into her clothes and attempt to dress myself with dripping wet hair whilst cursing myself for only bringing one towel. 

The moment I stood in a wet patch in just my socks might have been the final low point of the day, or it could have been when my child (terrified of hair dryers) proceeded to run up to anyone with a hair dryer in hand and scream and point at them in an agressive manner- I couldn’t say, all I know is around that time I just stopped caring. 

The lunch that followed was nice and uneventful- thankfully. And our afternoon was peaceful. 

Best part of the day? Nap time.