Childrens Personalised Books

Face Painting:
How To Do Face Painting: The Butterfly

Creative Fun: How To Make A Wooden Spoon Puppet

Balloon Modelling: How To Make A Horse Out Of Balloons

Everyday we have things that happen that we get irritated by ….rarely do we stop and find some happiness or joy from the irritation and put a bigger grin on our face and give thanks for the irritation that has now become a joy…Just recently my little girl took her diaper off and played in her poo…..I laughed…yes, it was a BIG mess to clean and I could of easily gotten upset but life is too short and the look on her face…to me it was her way of putting a bigger grin on my face for the rest of my life because I get to have the sweet pleasure of telling the story forever…which will add  smiles and laughs for a lifetime…….

Find happiness and joy in the things that usually make you upset or irritated…this is a hard lesson to learn but once you have learned  how to look at little irritating things differently your life will begin to change…. life will be a whole lot happier and take you one step closer to being deliriously happy……

Ann Marie(workingmoms) anessa.me

A friend stated to me earlier today ……wouldn’t it be fun to have “fun time” everyday…I was taken back by this…and replied, I have a “fun time” everyday…there is not a day that goes by that I don’t have fun. When did adults stop thinking about having fun…Six year old laugh the most with 300 + laughs  a day and adults are lucky to laugh 10-12 times a day…. I told her and other friends to create day of fun…that’s what I believe…when you start finding the little happy joys in life that make you laugh or smile…great things happen…….Have a ridiculously fun day…which will lead to a deliriously happy day….and you will want to burst…and great things will happen…….To me these are not just words they are the  truth..

Puzzles: How To Solve The Peg Solitaire Puzzle

Whilst having a family dinner last night, the kids started once again with the old ,old question about “what did you do when you were little Mum- with no computer games, dvds and mobile phones. They still can’t quite grasp the fact that there were only three TV channels, and nothing at all on the telly in the morning and Sunday teatime. It’s at times like that they start to question whether we had electricity!!!

As I began my usual oration about “when I was young we used to play out”, I realised that maybe it wasn’t such a good thing to tell them that- we used to play out in the streets till it was dark- only going inside for food and water, on most days we would play in the woods behind our house, roaming miles away from our street and finding all sorts of weird and wonderful things- and sometimes people!! Only coming back to inhabited land when we heard the call from one of our Mums, or the batteries in our torches were dead and our night eyes weren’t working properly.

Kids these days aren’t allowed more than two feet away from the parents, and the thought of them being in an isolated area with no supervision is enough to bring on a seizure in most parents. Certainly not able to tell them that we used to play ‘knock-a-door run’ on our long suffering neighbours doors. Kids do that nowadays and they’re most likely to be greeted with a three headed Rottweiler and then a court summons to the parents from the noise abatement society.

We would spend the whole summer holidays being taken to the river by our highly irresponsible older cousins, and return to our homes covered in doc leaves from all the nettle stings, dripping from head to toe and in the first flushes of hypothermia from the freezing river water. We would build impossibly dangerous go-karts out of old boxes and wonky wheels, set up tightrope wires from the garden trees-not a safety net in sight and best of all, get a gang together and build HQ in the garden shed- amongst the lethal array of Dads power tools.

So when my kids go on and on- and on- about how boring my childhood must have been I nod and agree and smile to myself with the memories of all the things we were allowed to get up to- and safe in the knowledge that they’ll never know.

Kids these days- don’t know they’re born!!!

Creative Fun: How To Make A Haunted House Game

The Old Man suggested a fry up for dinner yesterday so not one to look the gift horse so to speak- come on ladies how often do the men actually offer to cook- strike while the iron’s hot!!!!

So I said I’d get the essentials- eggs, beans, bread and beef sausage- The Old man has to have beef- no he’s not a Muslim- his reasons for not eating pork are all to do with seeing a boil on a pigs leg when he was 12- yeah right!!

With no time to run down to Sainsbury’s I thought I’d try the local Halal shop. Surveying the meat counter with interest; looked nice and clean and the meat looked healthy. Two types of sausage were down in the bottom corner- one a highly suspicious looking thing that resembled a baby’s umbilical cord and a much more enticing pinkish one.

With not even a hint of a pig in the whole of the shop I confidently pointed at the pink sausage and said I’ll have some of those please. Not quite understanding what the shopkeeper said I nodded happily in my choice of sausage, and didn’t think twice when he began rolling up link after link of the fat chubby meat rolls. As the shopkeeper grinned and wrapped up the parcel he said £7.50- I nearly choked- “what” said I a bit louder than anticipated.”£7.50 for sausage”?. Too embarrassed to admit I didn’t know how much a kilo was, I happily took the £1.50 discount he offered me and hurried outside with the priceless chipolatas.

I left the Old Man cooking- brave I know- but duty called- whilst I picked up the 6yr old who sensibly ate at her friends.

On arrival home a gust of freezing cold air hit me- just before the revolting smell of old socks. There were the Old Man and the 11yr old sitting huddled under blankets back door and windows flung open to relieve the house of the smell of the richly priced sausage. Needless to say we didn’t attempt to taste them!

So if anyone out there wants a kilo minus a few beef sausage from the Halal shop- give us a ring. They’re going really cheap!!

Balloon Modelling: How To Start Balloon Modelling

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