Why the iPad is a perfect computer for a toddler
I was fortunate to be able to borrow an iPad from work for a couple of months and it was a big hit with my three year old son Aled. The touch screen interface is very intuitive and he found his way around it very quickly (in contrast to our experiences with testing software on a laptop PC).
But it is not just the touch screen interface that appeals to Aled, it is the fantastic range of apps that have been specifically designed for pre-schoolers.
Aled’s favourite apps on the iPad were:
• Thomas & Friends: Misty Island Rescue – an excellent interactive book with video clip, jigsaws, dot-to-dot and pair matching puzzles. £2.99
• Peppa Pig’s Party Time – a set of simple games based on a party theme, including filling party bags, making a cake and musical chairs. £2.99
• Hairy Maclary from Donaldson’s Dairy – another wonderful interactive book, narrated by the lovely David Tennant . £5.49
A new tradition begins
Yesterday I read a great post from Simple Mom about slowing down during the holiday season and focusing on the important elements – family, friends and creating memories and traditions. There are some great ideas in it but the first one I am going to try is to make these cookies over the next few weeks.
My grand parents came from Czeckloslovakia and moved to Ireland in the 1920′s. I have wonderful memories of staying with them eating stews, dumplings, sauerkraut while my dad loved his mother’s Borscht soup. I tried to like it but it just wasn’t for me.
Strictly me time – well, for 24 hours!
I finally had some time away from home; time away from being just a just a mum, time for me, time to forget about everything that has been stressing me out lately. Whilst working on Project Run Fat Girl, Run last Monday evening I received a text from a friend with a last minute invite to the Strictly Come Dancing filming at Wembley Arena. Fantastic timing! I was due a break and was in desperate need of some time away from the mundane role of SAHM. There were preparation hiccups and I had to go out and buy a dress – see here for that momentous occasion! But Saturday came around quickly and at 12 noon I was sat in my friend’s huuuuge 4×4 diesel guzzling Mitsubishi car thing and cruising up the A350 towards the M4. Sat nav on and we reached our 5* posh hotel Travelodge on an industrial estate in Wembley – well the pennies are tight at the moment and all we needed was a place to crash.
There is so much noise. In my house, in my head, in my ears and in my mouth. Just out of the shower, still wet, it starts. They want the blue towel with the orange star. Both of them, and there is only one. He hollers and roars, stamping his foot. She wails, highly pitched, crocodile’s tears jumping from her eyes. Still dripping they fill the landing with wet footprints and a lot of noise. The baby, still in her cot, wakes and joins in. The crying resounds through the house, pressure builds in my head and before I can think I scream as well. I rant, shout and scold. I push children into rooms, naked and wet, and toss nasty words all around me. Now the noise is mine as well.
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Little Miss G Birth Story
In the day of the Saints linked close to day of the Departed, I want to talk about Life. The life and birth of a little girl who turned my world upside down, Little Miss G.
My family has a history of being a bit lazy when it comes to coming to the world and my mum had to be induced with both me and my brother. When I heard Little Miss G was due on the 28th of September, I feared the worst! Let me explain, I share my birthday, on the 9th of October, with my mother (who crazily thinks it’s great and agreed to be induced that day!). I hated it all my life! Why on earth do I have to share MY day? When the flowers turned up at the door, there was always a minimum 50% chance that they were NOT mine! I did not like it! My crazy mother was instead praying for the same birth day for her granddaughter and winded me up all through my pregnancy.
Someone call the social – I asked my daughter to wear leggings..!
This afternoon Noo had come home from nursery and wanted to get changed out of her uniform. Nothing wrong with that.
After prancing about naked for ages and after much pleading from me just to get on with it, I finally came up with a plan to speed up the process. We agreed to have some fun and so decided that when she had picked her clothes and got dressed she would do a fashion show for Little E and I. She happily started getting dressed.
As I trundled back downstairs I gave myself a metaphorical pat on the back for creative parenting. What a great way to get her to decide quickly and come downstairs in a happy and fun mood. Top marks….
Oh silly mummy, little did I know that Armageddon was fast approaching in the guise of a screaming, stropping 4 year old girl.
Home Made Soap Powder (Well liquid actually)
Money is short and times are hard in the Mayhem household at the moment so I have been scouring the internet for cost saving ideas. I recently stumbled upon a post by Frugaldom giving a recipe for home made laundry detergent. We ran out of our usual supply this morning so thought I would give it a whirl…
I must say is was surprisingly quick and easy to make and made loads:
Not so hot Zaggora Hotpants
At the start of September, Groupon had Zaggora Hotpants at a reduced price of £19 (usual RRP £44.99). I was of course sceptical, but thought for £19 I’d give them a try and see if they can prove me wrong – they would make a great subject for my first review. Seven weeks later (!!!) – and not the best customer service I have ever experienced – they arrived and I was eager to try them.
The hotpants are indeed not how you would expect hotpants to look – I would be quick to correct all partners who think that you will be walking around in cut off shorts with a bum like Kylie Minogue! They are like cycling shorts, cut just above the knee and sit just under your belly button – not hotpant like by any stretch of the imagination.
Strictly Bibsey Wk 8 ~ We made it to Wembley
Well, we (Bibsey and I) made it to Wembley! Not physically of course, but on the blog. *gushes* I can’t believe that we have made it so far. It has been an amazing journey and yet we still haven’t learned how to dance. We don’t dare to think about the final at this stage. We just take it week by week and go out there and try to enjoy it.
A massive audience. Huge! The biggest in SCD history . The celebs must have all been crapping themselves.
Beau Savage: Salsa? Not so much. But they opened the show with a bang to Let Me Entertain You and vintage Ola in a catsuit. And they did: entertain us. The Beau – self-confessed most hated man in football – said that the experience was better than Carling Cup Final (whatever that is…) and he came over all tearful on Claude’s sofa. Votes! Tears make votes!
Three’s a crowd: Aw, Brendan and Artem heart each other. Watching the training footage was like watching a threesome going wrong. However, on the night it was Artem quickstepping Holly all over that dance floor…