Operation "Moo Milk" #EpicStraws

Epic Straws originate from the makers of Cravendale milk and come in three different packs. All containing a variety of straws and connectors so you can invent your own way to drink milk. You know the people the ones who feature the evil thumb cat Bertrum ...

I hasten to add that I don't see my evil thumb cat during the day so either he is Bertrum or he has an evil twin.

Is it "Rollie" or is it "Bertrum " the thumb cat ?

Rollie "thumbcat' not giving the Cravendale up for anyone!

We did eventually manage to wrestle the Cravendale off Rollie though Mr T is sporting a very nice plaster now. You can't blame Rollie now can you would you want to give up your Cravendale?.

And as Mr T is an engineer by trade he wanted to inflict  show his knowledge of capillary action to myself and J as it would be a useful and informative lesson in both engineering and science.

A Cow says "Moo" An Epic Straw creation!

Milking the moment !!

"Moo"

 These new Cravendale #EpicStraws are brilliant family fun, to use when drinking milk. It teaches us that cows say "Moo" and also teaches usmilk comes from cows ( did you know that ? "

Ready for action .. ?

Operation "Moo Milk" is a go go go!

And J's reward for helping with Mr T's science lesson a nice cold glass of Cravendale milk.

You can get more info on these Epic Straws here from 24th September: Epic Straws

(Disclosure I received some vouchers and the straws I wasn't told what to write and all ideas and words are my own)

Silent Sunday 23/09/2012

Splishy Splashy things kids say !

You know what its like when it rains there is puddles, oodles of puddles and children are drawn to them they compel them to jump into them. This situation is fine during class time when they can go to the welly shed in small numbers and put on their wellies,

It however is not so practical at lunchtime with 120 four & five year olds ....

One small girl was splishy splashing in a puddle ideal  if you are wearing wellies and not the latest Mary Jane style shoes with white socks.... So I approached the little girl..


"Hello can you not splash  in the puddles please" I said kindly.

"Wh...............y?" shrilled the little one.

"Its So much fun " She piped splishy splashing away.

" Because you'll shrink !" I said with a cunning smile.

The girl with this information twirling through her mind...



"Really ?" she enquired...

"Really" I said most honestly.

"And you are quite small already so I wouldn't want you to disappear " I added.


"Oooo Ooooh Ok " she stuttered and skipped off avoiding the puddles but slyly eyeing up someone who was small to gently push into a puddle to see if they would shrink.


Awwh C'est la vie!

Playing in the puddles.

(Disclosure this is a copyright free image form Clare Bloomfield)

Caption Saturday 22/09/2012

Home Alone: What age can you leave your kids ?

I remember being sent to my local corner shop it was around 5o yards from my terraced Victorian house for a bottle of washing liquid or what ever item my mother deemed necessary. All I know that it invariably included a packet of cheese snaps  and then there was the rainbow drops they still do those rights ?

But before I start on a retro time travel I will get back to the task in hand,  would I let my son go to the shop now before the age of 13 , would I leave him on his own :No. There is the fear if you leave them you are going to walk back into some sort of post-Apocalyptic nightmare.

We live in a world where we are consumed by parental paranoia, the nagging the fear that you are going to find your youngest locked in the washing machine all be it on the delicates cycle. So you can't leave your children on their own can you ? Well it seems that you can. It transpires there is no law that states at what age you're legally allowed to leave your children home alone. The only stipulation is that you don't leave them in a position that puts them at risk.

"Home Alone"

It seems that there are around 2.6 million accidents in British households each year ( 1.6 million seem to happen in this household) so every time I leave my son  he is in great peril.

We started leaving J around around 13 when my hand was forced by work in work past 3.30 gutting as I would be sitting there knitting as he walked through the door usually. I have to confess I haven't knitted since I was 7 and my teddy bear is still very much traumatised by my knitting faux paux. No for me it was the sadness of not communicating about his school day.

"What did you learn at school today " I asked longingly.

"Dunno" he replied as he fuddled around in the snack cupboard.

"Surely you must have learnt something ?" I despaired.

"Stuff, I learned stuff " retrieving a packet of cheese and onion crisps from a packet of 22 cheese onion crisps ( choice of flavour not an issue in this household) and retreating to his bat cave.

So there we have it , when I come home now I don't find the charred remains of the cat smoking in the corner of the room, my son cowering in the cupboard under the stairs Harry Potter style. I find him in his batcave doing his homework .

The trouble is whiles it's right to show parental concern , we do as parents I amfraid sometimes  underestimate just how responsible kids can be when they're given the opportunity. So little by little I have started giving him more freedom and even this summer he went out on his own. He went out on his own to go fetch some lunch from the local supermarket ( Oh what does that say about the state of my cupboards * taps weevils out of bread*

My son is revelling in his new found freedom and by the time is 14 1/2 I reckon he'll have his own flat, child befit will no longer exist and he'll have more than served his purpose anyway ...