The Story of Mogwai’s Arrival

A month ago today I was feeling a bit out of sorts. You just know when something’s not right within your own body. We have that instant instinct the minute something’s up. We just know. No one knows our bodies better than ourselves. How could they? It’s our body. Always listen to it and be its friend people! If it’s trying to tell you something, LISTEN!


This blog post is about BIRTH so there will be mentions of bodily fluids and such. Maybe too much information for your liking so if that is the case I suggest having a cup of tea and doing what makes you feel happy. Mine would be hiding away with a book or doing a spot of writing. See you next time if you decided to go no further. I wouldn’t blame you! This is going to be a long blog post.



It all started around about 07:30 in the morning. I was getting stronger contractions that didn’t feel like Braxton Hicks and feeling a bit urgh. Not a very good way to describe it I know but that is honestly how I was feeling, urghhhh! It wasn’t until 9ish that I lost my mucous plug and thought “Oh sh*t! Is this it? Am I going to go into labour soon?” For people who may not know, losing your mucous plug can be a sign that things may be about to start happening. “What is a mucous plug?” I hear some of you ask. Well from around seven weeks in early pregnancy a plug of mucous seals your cervix to help prevent infection – hence the name, mucous plug. Lovely eh? So after seeing mine in the toilet bowl, I started to panic a little. Especially as my contractions where getting stronger and closer together. Husband rang the midwives and because of my previous experience with birth they called me into the hospital to double-check everything was ok. Now, if you didn’t know, we had just moved to Scotland and had planed to go to the dump on this day. Did we just ignore all the boxes and rubbish bags lined up ready in the hallway and just rush off to the hospital? Nope! I insisted we went to the dump to get rid of our crap. Yep. Seriously, that is what we did before going to the hospital. Sound’s crazy doesn’t it but I convinced my husband that we would have time to go and it would make things easier for when I come home after giving birth. You don’t argue with a heavily pregnant bunny and so we shoved my hospital bag, the boy and our dump run into the car and drove to our local tip. As I sat in the car while husband offloaded I kept trying to keep calm and take deep breaths in and out. The contractions where getting closer and closer and I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out. I didn’t want to scare the boy in the backseat who was blissfully unaware of what was happening. His innocent smile got me through it. I thought this will be a most amusing thing to tell our children when they are older. Mummy goes into labour but insists on going to the dump first because she is too damned house proud! Yes, I realise now that it was foolish of me. Imagine if I had given birth at the dump! Now that would be a tale to tell.


The minute the last black bag was dumped, husband raced back into the car and sped (without breaking the speed limit) to the hospital which is about a 45minute drive away. JOY! Luckily we knew where we were going as we had previous hospital appointments in the week. The midwives said I could be dropped off at the side door and ring the buzzer to be let in to save me waddling though the entire hospital to the labour ward. No one can ever tell you exactly what to expect when excepting. It’s just impossible. I had no idea I would be really breathy and struggle to string a sentence together. When I arrived at the buzzer, I struggled to say who I was, I literally forgot my own name temporarily and was a bumbling mess. The contractions were getting worse and each sharp stab made me want to just cry. Lucky for me the midwives are used to dealing with pregnant woman (DUH) and buzzed me in. I was showed to a hot sticky waiting room and grabbed the nearest chair to concentrate on my breathing. I felt like I was waiting for hours to be seen. Before long husband and son joined me which helped distract me from the pain. I already knew that if this was the real deal they would not be allowed into the delivery room. I would have to give birth alone. Something that terrified me. But I couldn’t focus on that too much. I was just trying to survive the next minute. When I was finally seen to (although realistically in hindsight I don’t think I was waiting that long, it just felt like it) I felt like screaming. I honestly wanted to just scream “GIVE ME THE DRUGS” like a crazy woman while shaking the midwife. After the routine questions, they stuck monitors on me and told me to press a button whenever Mogwai kicked. This went on for about 30-ish minutes before they decided to examine me. However, I desperately needed to pee so was allowed to rush to the toilets. Any guesses as to what happened next? Anyone? I will give you a minute to think about it…give up? Well firstly my son knocked on the door to check I was ok which just made me melt. He’s just too darn cute! Secondly, my waters broke on the toilet. There was a sudden POP and then a gush and I just knew that they had broken. The second that happened, my contractions became the next circle of hell! I honestly couldn’t believe that they had broken but was just grateful that it had happened over the toilet and not out in public for all to see. Imagine if it had happened while in Tesco or something. “Clean up in aisle 4” much! I told the midwife what happened, they checked to see how dilated I was and was taken straight up to labour ward. Not scary at all…*sarcasm alert*


The thing about being pregnant is you get so used to people seeing your most private parts (and prodding and poking at you with various devices/implements) that you don’t hesitate to drop your knickers when asked (by a professional). I never thought I would be so willing to just take off my clothes and let them do what they’ve got to do. They honestly don’t care what underwear you’re wearing or if you have forgotten to shave. They don’t really pay attention to that, it’s more about doing their job and getting on with it. So if you are ever worried or concerned about doctors or nurses looking at your lady parts for whatever health reason. Please don’t. Smear tests for us woman are so important! Don’t refuse to go to them because you are scared. It’s not worth the risk. I totally understand that it’s a scary thing and super uncomfortable. But please don’t worry about it. Your health is much more important. And besides, they see about a hundred foo-foos a week! (my word for vagina! Vagina is such a harsh sounding word I find) They won’t remember yours by lunchtime. Trust me. But yes, as I was saying. I was wheeled to labour ward in a wheelchair and before I knew it, I was helped into a classic oversized hospital nighty and breathing in the old gas and air. I had to say goodbye to my boys at the door and just wanted to burst into tears. I so wanted to have my husband there, supporting me while I yelled abuse at him and death-gripped his hand. But alas I knew that it was impossible and he waited in the corridor with our son listening to my screams and comforting the boy. I can’t remember how far dilated I was but from what I gathered from the midwives between screams was that I was contracting extremely fast and Mogwai wanted to come out. I remember the pain from when I went into labour with Cabbit (before his heartbeat dropped and I was rushed into theatre) but nothing can prepare you for when it actually hits. It’s excruciating and one of the worst feelings you will feel in the world. It happens in such short sharp bursts that by the time you recover from it, it’s happening all over again. What I find amusing is that after the midwives/doctors were so surprised at my pain threshold. They said I had a high pain threshold which impressed them. Let me tell you, that at the time it didn’t feel like it. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I felt like I was dying. Just that my insides where being stabbed repeatedly over and over again before slowly having the knife covered in salt and dragged over the fresh wound while being twisted in the most uncomfortable way possible.


I honestly do not know how I would have got through it all without my midwives. They were amazing! Especially one in particular who kept me calm and made me laugh. She was a star and I couldn’t thank her enough. The day after, she visited me in the ward to see how I was and I just wanted to hug her. I couldn’t at the time as I was bed-bound (all will become clear soon) so just kept thanking her. Truly lucky to have had someone like that there with me considering my partner in crime was occupied with our little monster.

When the time came I was told I could FINALLY push, the relief was indescribable. Up until this point I had been told not to which is believe it or not harder than it sounds. But yet there was a strange sense of relief each time I pushed Mogwai further to freedom. A sense that “Oh god this will soon be over and I can just collapse into a big mess of goo!” My husband later asked what it felt like giving birth and the only answer I could give him was “It’s like taking a big poo. You know that relief you feel once it’s out. Felt like that. Relief!” He of course laughed and I couldn’t believe I just described giving birth by comparing it to bowel movements but I was a mess so I will excuse myself for that one. But it was just that, relief. That final push and Mogwai was out, just like that. I heard his little cry and saw his beautiful big eyes looking around curiously wondering why he had been pulled from his nice warm haven. Midwives and doctors were still going about their jobs making sure I was ok and routine checks but all I could focus on was my beautiful baby boy. Once he was sorted and checked over they placed him on me and my heart exploded. He was so delicate and soft, so much innocence about him. The first words out of my mouth where “Can my husband and son come in now please?” Which of course they did once I was quickly cleaned up. Cabbit was amazing to his little brother. He pointed and said “Baby” and gave him a kiss on the head. I was so proud of him, he really is growing up so fast into a little gentleman. He still has a right filthy temper on him like me but in that moment he showed me how much of an awesome big brother he is going to be. Husband was in love with Mogwai like me and held him with pride as I sipped my tea and smiled at how much of a loving father he is. He really is a natural with fatherhood, it suits him and fits him well. It felt like I only saw my boys for a few seconds before they had to leave and return to the burrow without me and Mogwai. *sob* I don’t like hospitals at the best of times so being left alone in one over night was one of my worst nightmares. However I wasn’t alone anymore, I had Mogwai with me and we would get though it together. YAY Happy dance!


Just as I was about to relax after saying a tearful goodbye to my loved ones and dig into my toast they had thoughtfully brought me. The midwives started rushing around more and acting more panicky. They started getting concerned at the amount of blood I was losing and rushed specialist doctors in to check me over. At this point I was drugged up and in and out of it so was utterly confused about what was going on. Only when a doctor came to my side and said I would need to go into theatre and have my old c-section scar reopened did I become alert. Basically I was continuing to lose a lot of blood and they had no idea how. They were extremely concerned that it was something to do with my scar or part of the placenta was stuck. Ether way it was bad and it needed seeing to urgently. I have never been put under anaesthetic before and honestly was terrified. The thought of being knocked out after just giving birth and not having my husband there scared the sh*t out of me. Before I knew it I was wheeled off into theatre and had more doctors around me telling me who they were and what they were going to do. Comforting in a way but when one said there was a chance they would have to give me a hysterectomy, I panicked. The thought of not having the option of having any more children was horrible. We would, believe it or not love to have at least one more. Thankfully, that didn’t happen! *happy dance!* The last thing I remember was signing a few forms and the mask being put on me. I had that horrible fear that I think a lot of people have of waking up mid surgery. That would not be fun. Everything went black and I was gone in seconds.

When I woke up I had no idea where I was or how I got there. I was freezing and my teeth kept chattering uncontrollably. I had a few nurses around me mumbling something along the lines of “She’s having trouble coming round” All I knew was that my throat felt like sandpaper and I desperately wanted a drink. When I turned my head to my side I saw Mogwai sleeping next to me in a little cot. He was so peaceful and calm, like he knew I was there. I was so glad he was safe and back with me again. I hated being apart from him for so long. He was born around 6 in the evening and when I cam around from surgery it was 1 in the morning.


After what felt like hours I was wheeled to another ward. Literally I was wheeled in my bed. I had two young trainee male nurses look after me and they were wheeling me along like you would a shopping trolley. You know when you push it a little and stand on it, letting it take you with it? That’s what was happening to me. They asked if it was ok to do first, these two where very jack the lad types. Fart jokes and bigging themselves up, that sort of thing. I agreed as I didn’t see the harm and was so drugged up I thought I was dreaming. Everything was so hazy and blurry which is when I realised I haven’t had my glasses on the whole time since being at hospital. Idiot! But at least I was having a bit of fun being wheeled around. Weeeeeeeeeeeee!


After a much-needed drink and more routine tests, a midwife explained to me what had happened in surgery. They had fitted a small balloon inside my womb to keep pressure on the bleeding and help it stop. They are still confused what had caused the bleeding after investigating every possible source. It will forever remain a mystery! The only thing they knew for certain was that I had lost so much blood I was now anaemic and had to take iron tablets until my count was back up to normal. I am still on them now. I kept getting remarks about how pale I was and I just replied “I am quite pale naturally” It really confused me why this kept coming up. It wasn’t until the day I left that they actually told me about how much blood I had lost. Up until then I didn’t have a clue and things were still unclear. At least now I could pull off the Morticia Addams look!


After a few days in hospital I was finally allowed to go home. As lovely as the midwives were, nowhere is better than your own bed. I could not wait to get home and just properly relax. I am so lucky to have such a supportive husband as he had made the burrow as comfortable as possible for me and Mogwai. He had brought in my favourite food, little treats and continued to decorate the house so there was less work to stress over. He is a good panda to me and the boys. How do I deserve him? He’s just far too amazing!


Phew! That was a long blog post and it’s not even the half of it! Time has been flying so fast lately. I feel like the next time I blink I will be a blubbery mess at our son’s weddings! How has it already been a month since I gave birth? Feels like only yesterday I was pregnant and doing my best beached whale impression! But it’s all good. We are all adjusting to our new life in Scotland and the arrival of Mogwai. Especially Cabbit. He has taken to being a big brother so well. I couldn’t be more proud. There is still the odd tantrum but he is a toddler. Oh I do love my boys. I feel so lucky to have them in my life. So, so lucky!



Think I deserve a cup of tea after that. Or a big bottle of cider! Unfortunately being on pain relief 24/7 forbids me to touch a single drop. So for now it’s tea! But I’m not complaining. Means I have more of an excuse to have biscuits or a cheeky slice of cake with my cuppa.

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Moving To Scotland!

As I sip my iron bru, surveying the landscape of boxes before me, I can’t help but laugh maniacally to myself. Why did we decide to move to another country while I was heavily pregnant again? Oh right, that was it. Because we are mad! Mad as the mad hatter drinking endless cups of tea and celebrating unbirthdays with a hare and sleepy door mouse. I think it’s safe to say I would be the hare since I am a bunny. Husband the hatter and Cabbit the mouse. Ok, I have gone off on a tangent. Let’s try this show again.


Hello beautiful readers! I hope you are all well. The past weeks, months even, have just been non stop. We bought a house! In Scotland! Yes, that is as crazy as it sounds considering we lived in England and have no family or friends in Scotland. Just our last name, my husbands heritage. Very proud of it too. It will be just us 4, well 8 if you include 2 guinea pigs and 2 bunnies. How scary is that?


I had never been to Scotland before we started looking for our new burrow. My vision of it was lots of men in colourful skirts playing bagpipes in the cold and rain. Very narrow-minded of me I know, not to mention stereotypical. But I guess you watch so many movies and things are portrayed in a certain way it kinda sticks. Imagine my shock when I realised it was far from all that. As we approached the border I could see the outline of hills dusted with handfuls of heather and fog. A truly breathtaking sight as the sun was slowly peeking out behind them to welcome us to our new adventure in the highlands. As we drove further in it was ridiculously clear to see why people escape to this magical land. After a long day of house viewing we hopped to Loch Ness to feed Nessie and reflect on what could possibly be our new life. I swear the weather follows us at times as it was a gloriously sunny day with temperatures of 25 degrees. Again, I had never been to Loch Ness and have always been interested in seeing what all the fuss is about. Plus to see if I could spot the mythical beast that is Nessie. Well, what can I say. I fell in love. It sold me that this was the place for us to start our new chapter. It has become one of my favourite places to be. As we fed pebbles to Nessie I saw future picnics and happy family filled memories sway gently around me. The boys skipping stones together as me and hubby sip cider watching blissfully on and smiling at how glorious life can be. I felt at home. Not only that but the house we had just viewed was perfect for our growing family. For once in a long time things were slowly starting to fit together for us. It felt right. It felt like us.


Saying Hello To Nessie!


The Start Of Something New


Loch Ness❤

After a lot and I mean a lot of talking we made one of the biggest decisions of our life to uproot and move to Scotland. AHHH! Scary yet exciting! We knew it would’t be an easy journey but when is it? Not to mention that if we were going to do this, I mean really do this it would be around the time of Mogwai’s birth. I would have to contact the local hospital, midwives, GP basically start all over again with a different health team. A big headache but totally worth it as I discovered that the health care team are a hell of a lot more helpful and friendly here. There is no scowling or rushing to get through your appointment because they couldn’t care less and want to pop out to fetch a panini. There’s a real sense of community and care that was blatantly absent down in London. Here I feel like I am talking to a friend and am not dismissed so easily. I feel like my voice is listened to and I am valued as a person. It may not be like that for everyone but that was just my experience of it all.


Our Life In Boxes


The Boy Helping Us Move

I hope I never fall out of love with Scotland. I think it’s impossible. It’s just, just breathtaking. A lot of people have questioned us with “But why Scotland?” Well, you have to really see it to see why. I can’t do it justice with mere words. The views, the weather, the people it’s all part of a gorgeously decorated cake that is too good to eat. You dare not cut a slice for it will ruin the whole effect yet you’re desperate to taste its spongey centre. It’s calling to you like a siren and you cant help but steal a cheeky bit of icing when no ones looking. And it’s everything you ever dreamed it would be. You can’t explain it but my god its the best damn cake you have ever tasted. I really want cake now.


Waking Up To This Every Morning, Yes Please!

It wasn’t until we had the keys in our paws that we took a minute to stop and think “Wow, this is really happening!” It’s crazy how fast things move once they are set in motion. Before we knew it we had boxed up our life and shoved it in a lorry to drive 600 miles to our new home. Between being heavily pregnant, having a small human in the backseat and animals we had plenty of pit stops. I believe it took us about 13 hours! At the time it didn’t feel that long but then again I was occupied with Starbucks and a DS with Pokemon.

But yes, Scotland! We are in you and here to stay. Now to sort out the house. Considering how fast things have moved and I was heavily pregnant (Mogwai has now been born! YAY!) we have got a lot done. Yet it doesn’t feel like it. It’s a strange feeling, we sort out one thing and then move on to next one but don’t take the time to sit back and congratulate ourselves on what we have achieved so far. Something my husband pointed out to me the other night. So here it is, just for us, well done! Take a break and have a cuppa before Mogwai wakes up or Cabbit starts demanding another trip to the park for the ten thousandth time today.



I hope you have enjoyed this little post, apologies for lack of online presence but with the move and birth it has been difficult finding a spare minute to sit down and blog. I am hoping that over the next few weeks things will slowly shape itself into a little routine and I can blog weekly again. I am dreaming big here, having two boys to run around after is more difficult than I thought. Not to mention sorting out our new home and discovering the local area. Oh life, you’ve got to love it!

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Where HaveYou Been? (37 Weeks Pregnant)

All over dear readers. Well only to Scotland and back but it feels like a lot more. It’s funny how you feel like you will forever be running down that never-ending path in the labyrinth going nowhere when BOOM a little worm appears and tells you the way, “Things aren’t always as they seem” Well, he tells Sarah the wrong way but you get what I mean. Everything seems to be happening at once, it’s madness. There has been so much going on that my blog has been a little neglected. Apologies. I hate not finding the time to sit down with a cup of tea and blog. So, without further ado here’s a quick catch up of the what’s been happening in this mad crazy thing I call my life.


We are moving to Scotland! In about a week or so! Don’t worry we didn’t just wake up one day and think “Scotland? Ok let’s go!” It has been in the works for many months and a lot of research, thinking and planning has been done. It has been such a big, tough decision for us to make, moving further away from our families but we are doing it for the right reasons for us. It’s such a beautiful Country and we can not wait to start the next chapter of our life there. EXCITED MUCH!!!!


I’m still pregnant! 37 weeks today! Mogwai is extremely happy and healthy kicking my insides. Hopefully he will decide to keep doing this until we have moved and will give us a bit of time to unpack a few boxes before making an appearance. People will think we are mad moving while I am this heavily pregnant but it makes a lot of sense to us. More importantly to me, as it’s down to what I feel comfortable with. So I keep being told. Moving while Mogwai is still all cosy and nestled in my womb just seems sensible to me. He’s in the safest place he can be. I can’t think of anything more stressful than moving to a new house with a newborn and a toddler while recovering from birth. If we are already there and have the stress of moving mostly over with, I think it would be a lot better. Don’t get me wrong I am well aware that it’s not going to be easy but I can at least try to help ease some stress before his grand arrival. Yep, I don’t make things easy for myself do I? (Grins like a crazy person)


Husband passed his degree! I am extremely proud of him! Some of the worst years of his life have happened while he has been at university but he has worked hard and finally finished. It’s not been an easy journey for him and I have no idea how he has kept going with everything that has happened. I know for a fact that if it was me, I would have crumpled and been at a complete loss. But he has stayed strong and determined. One of the many reasons why I love this panda. I honestly could not be more proud of him. Cheese! Yes extra cheese as always!


So yeah,I think that’s it, the main things anyway. A lot has been happening. Big things! My brain is confuzzled! (is that even a word? Now it is!) With pregnancy hormones going berserk, an endless list of what to pack, your normal aches and pains of pregnancy, oh and a toddler running riot! We will somehow get there. We will! It’s all a part of life isn’t it. Those special big shiny moments that you look back on and smile fondly at. They just forget to mention how stressful, time-consuming and tiring it all is don’t they? How all you want to do is just scream psychotically and cry about how much you still have left to do. Oh life you cruel yet beautiful strange thing. We love you but at times I want to strangle you. But then again, if we all had an easy life it would be pretty boring right? If everything went smoothly and nothing ever went wrong it would’t be living would it? The bad outweighs the good and vice versa, yin and yang. Can’t have one without the other. It’s like at times we are all living in our own personal snow-globe. The snow has settled and everything is fine and dandy but then suddenly a curious child comes along and shakes your globe about disturbing the snow and causing it to whirl madly around you. You don’t know what to do or understand why this chaos has suddenly happened upon you. You are confused and distressed at this state of affairs and wonder why this child has chosen you as their innocent victim. Yet it’s oddly beautiful and enchanting as you watch the snow fall to the ground. Once it has settled again you wonder why you were ever scared as things have quickly returned to how they were before. What’s my point? I can’t actually remember. Damn this pregnancy brain! But you get the idea. I think? Blahhh


I hope you are all well! I am off to nibble a slice of lemon cheese cake that has had my name calling before continuing with the packing. It’s crazy seeing your life in boxes. Never knew how much rubbish I actually own! AGHHHHH! Wish me luck!

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Sleep…Need…More…Zzzzzz (32 Weeks)

Oh dear readers it has been an exhausting few months. So much is happening right now that my Pusheen calendar has almost everyday booked up. Big, scary crazy adult stuff is happening with us at the moment but I won’t be saying anything about it until it’s all confirmed. It’s good scary stuff and extremely positive for us as a family but WOW such a big thing. Being pregnant just adds to the extra stress. Mogwai likes to remind me that he’s very much taken up residence in my womb and has no intentions of vacating just yet. All I have wanted to do for the past few weeks is to curl up under the burrow and have a non-disturbed sleep until, shall we say Mogwai is ready to be born? Even now typing this I can feel myself slowly nodding off as I keep missing keys and forgetting what I was going to type. What was I saying? Oh pregnancy you pain in the butt you!


I don’t remember being this tired last time with Cabbit but then again my memory of late has been very foggy. A pregnancy thing. I just want to sleep all day and do nothing. Well, maybe have a cup of tea, eat some cake, read, write and then sleep. But still. I have very little energy for much else. Even putting on make-up feels like a chore. The amount of times lately I have nearly stabbed myself in the eye with eyeliner is ridiculous. I am just too damn tired! Maybe it’s because this time around I also have an energetic toddler who keeps me and his father busy 24/7. At my 32 weeks appointment today I mentioned how tired I was and the GP said it could possibly be my iron levels. Oh joy! Another blood test. But it could also be because this time around I am already running ragged around a little human. I am lucky to have my husband help out as much as he does but I still feel just urgh. Feels like no matter how much sleep I get, it’s never enough. I know that if you oversleep it can make you more tired but it’s all I want to do. I feel like a bear, I want to hibernate and hide away. I have the temper of a bear at the moment. Or as my husband would say a very angry marshmallow (our rabbit). Hmmm probably best I don’t get started on my mood swings of late, they have been all over the place. Ahhhh why does pregnancy do these crazy things to us? Can’t it just be a lovely relaxing smooth ride where we are sent away on a luxury cruise ship to drink ice teas and get hot stone massages? Thought not.


Lucky for us, we are going away next week to Centre Parcs in Longleat. A little holiday that is much overdue. I have never been to one before but have seen the fancy TV adds with the smug posh people riding bikes though forests laughing at how rich they are. Bitter? Me, no. It’s not a cheap place let me tell you that. However because we have decided to go when children are back at school, the price is much more reasonable. I am curious as to what all the fuss is about. I am going to get to handle owls while husband does some fencing. Excited much! It will be nice to just get away as the 3 of us and take some much-needed time out. I have already seen they have a pancake place that sounds amazing. I won’t be going there at all…


I am off to try and grab a quick nap while I can. Who am I kidding? I have a 2 and a half-year old who likes to be AWAKE! A LOT!!!
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The Hungry Mouse. Boolino Audio Book review

A short and sweet bedtime story with a lesson. 

Book details
+2 years
Audio Bedtime Story


Have you even been so hungry that you feel like you could literally consume all the food in the world? Your stomach is rumbling “Feed me please?” So when you do finally have food in front of you, you start shoving and stuffing as much as you can in fear of never eating again. Then it hits you! Bang! As quick as The Flash! You reach that painful point of being uncomfortable and start loosing your belt buckle for a little give as your stomach feels like it has inflated to the size of a house. You are 100% stuffed! As the famous saying goes, “Your eyes were bigger than your stomach” This couldn’t be more true in this story, The Hungry Mouse.



What Mummy Thought Of It

It reminded me a lot in ways of The Hungry Caterpillar By Eric Carle. The caterpillar ate and ate until he could’t eat anymore and went into a cocoon. Lucky for the caterpillar though he turned into a beautiful butterfly. Our dear little friend the hungry mouse will have to wait it out till she gets free. I enjoyed how the lesson was woven into the story and thought it was cleverly done. Children need to learn about eating the right amount in today’s world as there is a scary rise in obesity. Listening to your body and knowing the consequences of overeating is shown brilliantly in the story which helps children understand why it is so important not to stuff their little faces. There’s nothing I like better than a story with a lesson.




What Cabbit Thought Of It

Cabbit loved being snuggled up with me under a blanket as we listened away while drinking some warm milk before bedtime. When the mouse got stuck he said “Oh No!” And was worried that she would be there forever. I reminded him of the time poor old Pooh Bear in The Many Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh (1977) ate so much at Rabbit’s that he got stuck. He tried to leave but couldn’t so had to wait it out. Cabbit remembered and did a little clap as over time Pooh got pulled free. We hoped for the same fate of the hungry mouse and both knew that she had learned her lesson.


The Lesson

This story teaches children to not over-eat otherwise they could end up like the hungry mouse. Teaching children about eating a good healthy portion is extremely important as overeating can lead to diabetes and obesity. Just knowing the right amount and knowing when they are full will help them lead a healthy lifestyles. No good can ever come from over-eating. It might feel good at the time but it always leaves you feeling depressed and bloated. I have been lucky with my son as he only eats what his little tummy can handle. He has at times even said no to chocolate cake (one of his favourites) for dessert as he is too full from dinner. He knows his limits and I couldn’t be more proud of him. Saying no to cake is a hard thing to do. I even struggle at times! It’s cake!

Our Rating

We give this audiobook a 4/5 paw rating as it teaches children a very important lesson about self-indulgence. We are only giving it a 4 because we both wanted to know what happened to the mouse at the end and how long she was stuck for. Other than that a very interesting tale for children aged 2+ about what happens when you over-eat more than your fair share.

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If you are interested in listening to the The Hungry Mouse you can find it here on the Boolino website. Happy reading and learning!

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Paradise Wildlife Park! (2016)

I love a zoo! There is nothing better than having a day out seeing the beautiful animals that share this world with us. Of course I would much prefer them to be free and wild, roaming their natural habitat and living as they should but hunters and the threat of extinction is a nasty habit on earth. It’s a shame people feel the need to hurt these outstanding creatures for their fur and tusks. I think they are jealous and hope karma comes back on them. There has to be some kind of punishment for killing such breath-taking animals?




As a birthday present to our lovely JoJo we took her to Paradise Wildlife Park in Hertfordshire. We have been to Marwell and Whipsnade (manly because they have red pandas) so searched for somewhere new and discovered Paradise Wildlife park. And yep, you guessed it. They have red pandas, it pretty much sealed the deal. How can you not love red pandas, they are ridiculously adorable and fluffy and cute!!! and…and…ok I will stop going on about how amazing they are. Just can’t help it. They are the definition of cuteness!


We arrived at Paradise Wildlife park at around about 9:30 which is when they open. I strongly recommend arriving at this time as it was quiet and empty. Gives you a good chance to see some of the animals before hordes of people arrive and start pushing you out of the way. I have gotten much better at not letting people push me around. I was here first, you can wait. *sticks out tongue* You have to pay for parking which is £3 for the whole day, very reasonable we thought. Some places it can cost about £10! And you get your hand stamped when you go into the park so you can go back and forth throughout the day. Perfect.


Map Of The Park.

From stepping one bunny paw inside the park it was clear that they were very well catered for children. Tons and tons of slides, soft play areas, bouncy castles, mini arcades the lot! A child’s dream! Cabbit didn’t know which way to look, there was so much for him to explore. We decided to see the animals first and then let him go crazy on all the entertainment. Lucky for us he felt the same way too.


From previous zoo experiences, Paradise Wildlife Park has very few animals but it does make up for that in the type of animals they home. For instance, white tiger and white lion. I have never seen them before and wow they are truly stunning creatures. They appeared very elegant in their lounging around. Most of the animals where just lying around in the sun being lazy but who could blame them. It was a stupidly hot day. Good thing we had all applied plenty of sunscreen before hand! They had a good selection of big cats such as snow leopards, tigers and jaguars which is bliss for us being cat people. They had a big walkway all around them so you could get a birds-eye view and have a nose at them dozing. Cabbit loved it and could not stop roaring at them. He definitely got plenty of exercise running back and forth to each big cat area and trying to wake them up. They also had a little stall where they were selling snow leopard toys to help raise money for the snow leopards. JoJo treated him to a snow leopard puppet which roared at him throughout the day. He was a very happy boy. ROAR!




After seeing the big cats and a few other animals like Zebras, wolves, meercat and bats we headed towards the red pandas. We only saw one but that’s more than enough for me. Perched and as happy as can be in the tree I went into complete meltdown at how fluffy they are. Every time I have seen a red panda I have just wanted to cuddle it and take it home with me. IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!!!




We then entered the Reptile Temple which had some beautiful snakes like reticulated python and anaconda which is the worlds biggest snake. Massive this snake was, he was very chilled out in his pool! Cabbit gave a friendly hiss at all of them, he likes his snakes much like his father and I. I get the feeling he wants one as a pet as when he sees a snake he gives me this look of “Please can we take it home? I will love it forever!” and finds it hard to walk away from them. Hmmm maybe. One day.



Me, the boy and JoJo then hopped on the Woodland Railway (£1 each) which took us past wolves, woodland animals and best of all dinosaurs! Our son being obsessed with trains as he is was extremely happy about this and could’t help but say “Choo choo” every five seconds. It was a lovely little ride, very picturesque and peaceful. Mogwai enjoyed it too as I got a few little kicks here and there. Was very tempted to go around again but our tummies were rumbling and telling us to eat. Always listen to your stomach, it know’s what’s best! FOOD!


The Boy And JoJo On The Train.

We always tend to make our own packed lunches whenever we have days out as it’s cheaper and easier with a little fussy eater. If you’d rather buy your food there, they offer a good selection of hot and cold throughout the park and a Safari Sam’s diner. Didn’t get a look at prices but I can take a guess that it won’t be cheap. There are a lot of scenic picnic areas for you to relax in and take in the beauty of nature. We opted for a bench table in a play area which had some big lego bricks. It was empty and perfect for our son to play in after he had demolished his food. There was also a coin operated formula one car track nearby which Cabbit and husband enjoyed after our pit stop. Cabbit kept telling his father how to drive and taking over. A quick glimpse into the future I giggled to myself, these two when it comes to our son learning to drive. I would have loved to have gone on them too but being 28 weeks pregnant and the size of a whale kinda stops me.


BIG Lego!


My Boys.

We then walked the woodland walk where we saw foxes, deer, reindeer and another favourite of mine, owls. I felt very tranquil walking though the woodland with the birds singing and trees gently swaying. Then my thoughts were loudly interrupted by the shouts of “CHOO CHOO’ from my son as he saw the train pass by. Got to love him.



After we exited the woodland walk we ended up in pirate’s cove and adventure land. A huge outdoor play area for children, a pirate play ship with slides, a dragon slide, a shoe slide, a tree slide, lots and lots of slides! But also lots of fun as Cabbit spent a good while testing out each slide and seeing which one he preferred. Pirate ship was the winner. I thought it was genius as it gives the parents some time to sit down and recharge while little monsters burn off some energy and have fun.


Pirate Ship Slide.


Dragon Slide.


Train Slide.

When Cabbit finally had enough we took a leisurely stroll towards the Bird Show Arena and saw more owls and some macaws hornbills. If anything it just really made me want a pet owl even more. It would be cruel to keep it inside, I would want them to be able to fly free and trust them to come back. Maybe one day? Or I could work with them? That would be pretty awesome! I could be the crazy bunny and owl lady. Would just have to extra careful to not have them anywhere near each other because you know, owls eat bunnies.


My Favourite  Owl, European Eagle Owl. 

Overall an amazing day out with the family. I would highly recommend a visit especially if you have children. It has tons of things for them to do and keep them busy. Not many animals but a lot of activities to do. Very likely to come back when Cabbit is a bit older and his baby brother is here so they can play on things together. Definitely aimed more at children of about 5 years old but still has plenty of things for toddlers to explore.

Have a look for youself on the website,

Check out more of our visit below in my YouTube video and let me know what you think!

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Goodbye toddler bed, and hello (hopefully) a peaceful night’s sleep

It is amazing how fast time flies by isn’t it? It goes far too quickly; like the T.A.R.D.I.S. flying though a wormhole. Zoom Bang! Over, another day, month, year, century! Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff!


I remember when me and hubby were setting up the cot in our son’s room. Well, I say we. It was more me watching and holding bits while husband did all the hard work. I’m not really a DIY goddess, I can’t even put a shelf up straight! Seriously, I am crap! As I was saying. The cot looked massive for our tiny newborn. I couldn’t imagine him growing to such a size that he would be able to sleep in it. For the first six months he slept in his moses basket in our room. Safe and sound, waking up every three hours for changing and feeding. I swear everyday that boy grew an inch! He’s a tall lad, very much like his father. Being tall runs in my husband’s family. Before we knew it six months had sleeplessly crawled by and the moses basket was now made redundant. It was scary at first, the thought of Cabbit being in another room and not being able to check every five seconds that he was still breathing. But if there is one thing I have learned since being a parent, is to relax, and let go. To trust he will be ok. Of course for the first few weeks I was checking on him every hour to make sure he was ok and to steal glances of how cute he is sleeping. But now it’s not as often. Lucky for us he took the transition to a big cot extremely well. We had heard horror stories of how it can take weeks, sometimes months for babies to settle into a new bed but nope. We got lucky! It only took a few more months for him to figure out how to climb out of his cot for us to transfer cot to toddler bed. Again, he took to it really well and we felt confident that when the time comes for his own single big bed, he would be ok.


That time happened upon us a few weeks ago! With the impending arrival of Mogwai we thought now was the best time to make that jump. We wanted to make it all about Cabbit, that this was his new bed. All for him. I forgot how many choices there are when it comes to beds. So much variety! Cabin beds, bunk beds, beds with slides! We were very tempted by a train bed but thought best to go with a single divan with two drawers. It’s a good thing Cabbit is tall as he can pull himself right up onto it safely. We transformed his toddler bed back into the cot and have left it set up in his room. We hope that this will help Cabbit get used to the idea of him sharing his room with his little brother. So far, so good. Fingers crossed! As soon as he saw his new bed he gave a little giggle and jumped on it. Best reaction we could have hoped for.


The Boy’s New Bed!!!

Any new changes can be difficult for children to understand and adjust to. They have so much to learn in such a few short years, using a knife and fork, talking, walking, potty training, the list is never-ending. Below are a few tips if you are thinking about getting your child ready for their own big bed. Some may help, some might not. Hopefully ether way, you will get some much-needed sleep! As much as I love pandas, I can not pull of the look!



Make Sure That Your Child Is Ready

Every child is different, we all know it’s not rocket science. They set their own pace for when they are ready to take the next step. If you rush them into it, it will only take longer for them to adjust to the change. We knew Cabbit was ready for his toddler bed as he started trying to climb out of his cot. Since the news of a little brother we waited a few more months before deciding that Cabbit needs his own new big boy bed. When Mogwai grows out of his toddler bed, he too will get a new single bed. Have to keep it fair among siblings. Talk to your child, make sure they are aware that they are now a big boy/girl and get to have a new bed. Make it all about them.


Comfort Is Key

There is nothing worse than feeling like you are sleeping on a spiked mattress every night. Memory foam is a life saver. Never before have I loved a bed so much since we got a Super-King sized memory foam bed. Just bliss! Many sleep-filled nights in comfort . We wanted Cabbit to have the same (not a super-kingsize bed, that would be mad!) as he loves snuggling on our bed with us when we watch a movie. If you want your child to sleep, then having a comfortable bed is vital. Sounds obvious but comfort tends to be overlooked when buying a bed. People trend to concentrate more on the look and style than whether it is actually comfortable. A good rule to have in my opinion is if you wouldn’t sleep on it, how do you expect your child to?


Make It Fun

Getting a new bed is never boring! Think about it, it’s where we spend half of our lives. Asleep in a soft cosy, dreamy, heavenly haven. Why not make it fun? Personalise your child’s bed to their favourite things, such as character duvets and pillows. We got Cabbit a Thomas the Tank Engine and dinosaur bed sheets to make it feel like his. He loves roaring at his dinosaur sheets and going choo choo at Thomas. I think it helps him sleep better, knowing he is surrounded by things that he enjoys. Makes for a happy Cabbit and a very happy mummy and daddy.


Dinosaur Bedsheets (Tesco) From £15.99


Familiarity Helps

Make sure to tuck your little one’s toys safely in their new bed but don’t wash them. Your child’s smell will help them settle and reassure them that this is their bed. It will comfort them making them feel safe and secure. It won’t feel so strange and scary. There’s nothing better than getting into your own bed at the end of the day, so this will help massively in bringing that feeling to your child. In ways like when a cat marks it’s territory. Your child’s toys are claiming the bed, letting them know it belongs to them. Let’s just hope they don’t actually start marking their bed with pee on purpose. That might be a bit worrying. Our son already thinks he’s part cat, he loves his cat naps.


Don’t Give Up

It may take time for your child to adjust to the thought of sleeping in this big bed all alone. Remember Rugrats? There is a classic episode where Chuckie get’s a new bed and is scared to sleep in it because he thinks there’s a monster under the bed. Turns out it was just his dad’s jumper and Chuckie starts enjoying his bed. A child’s imagination is fascinating so don’t be too surprised if they seem a little on edge at the thought of sleeping in something that seems massive to them. Spend time with them, reading or singing in the new bed. Make sure they know it is a safe place for them to sleep and there is nothing to be scared of. Always a good excuse for extra cuddles I think. Got to get them in before they grow up too quick! If they wake up in the middle of the night, take them back to bed and reassure them that everything is ok. repeat and repeat seems to work for us. If you haven’t already, make sure your child’s bedroom has a stair gate. Now they can climb in and out of bed at will, the last thing you want is them taking a midnight stroll out the front door without your knowledge.

I wish you all the luck in the world on this journey to your child sleeping in their new bed. It can be a short or long journey depending on how your child takes to it. Have faith and they will get there, like many of the milestones they still have yet to conquer in their life.Don’t be too hard on them. They are only so many years old and it will take time. I highly suggest having lots of tea and cake to help make the progress easier. For you that is. Tea and cake always help with the stresses of life. Don’t forget to breathe and relax. They will get there and I promise you, you will sleep a again! You will!


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