After Matilda Mae died we had a long time to wait until we were able to say goodbye. The wonderful Lucy, from Capture By Lucy, invited us to use her holiday home near Bournemouth for a week. We were so … Continue reading
After Matilda Mae died we had a long time to wait until we were able to say goodbye. The wonderful Lucy, from Capture By Lucy, invited us to use her holiday home near Bournemouth for a week. We were so … Continue reading
Tonight I am a little nervous as tomorrow sees the launch of my first ever linky. Messy Play for Matilda Mae. Recently I have been blogging lots of ideas for messy and sensory play. I have been making use of … Continue reading
Today we had a messy play date with Lucy and Baby Samuel. Last night I prepared Jelly Mega Bloks with surprise snakes inside and a bowl of Snakes in Slime! I bought some really small, soft and brightly coloured snakes … Continue reading
I want to hold you close to me I want to hold your little hand I want to wipe your snotty nose Support you as you stand I want to change your little nappy I want to catch you if … Continue reading
We still have all the water beads from our Easter sensory play and we have decided to have a Water Bead Week. Today we tried painting with water beads in our big bowls, tomorrow we are going to use some … Continue reading
Today is the second. I hate the second, as any regular reader of this blog will know. Today was a day to keep busy. We started straight after breakfast. Before we got dressed. We made some chocolate playdough for our … Continue reading
Today straight after breakfast, still in our pyjamas, we got stuck into our Easter Water Bead Play. Into the playroom I brought three big bowls. A clear bowl filled with clear and blue water beads and empty plastic eggs. An … Continue reading
So tomorrow is the second of April. Baby Tilda was born on the second of May. She died on the second of February. I HATE the second. Every second of every second I hate the second! We should have been … Continue reading
My unedited rambling, flowing from a troubled mind … You find your baby Cold and still No longer breathing No life left You try to make her breathe again You dial 999 The medics try to save her They tell … Continue reading