Jump on it!

Who remembers space hoppers?! (It’s OK; you don’t have to admit it if you don’t want to.) 

The good news for those of us who do – whether we’ll admit it or not – is that they seem to be making a comeback!

And for those who don’t – read on! (Hint: they’re great.)

I was delighted to receive from the fine people at confused.com not 1 but 2 great space hoppers – complete with natty pumps –  as part of their #Jumponit campaign.

Jake and Ellie were very excited about this, and also were determined, as ever, to do as much as they could themselves.

So, first step: Pump it up!

It was fun! but then we had a bit of a surprise:

Even so, we were pumped and ready to go, so there was nothing else for it but to head out & test-drive our new bouncy toys!
Fair warning: some of this was filmed by a 5-year-old boy. He did his best…)

I love how Jake tried to make his hopper smaller by trying to let some air out! And I’d forgotten just how much fun a good bounce in a space-hopper is!

Also: I’d like to point out, please, that there was a storm here the night before. My garden is messier than usual, honest…

As you can see we had a lot of fun, thanks to confused.com: Jump on it!


Outdoor Messy Play!

It’s the best place for it, in my experience. ‘Outdoors’, that is. The clue’s in the name: Messy Play. It’s messy!

It all started with an old tin of Smash* I found in the kitchen cupboard.

It was spotted.

“What’s that, Daddy?”

Such innocent little faces. Such a loaded question. Continue reading “Outdoor Messy Play!”

A Taste of Spring!

What a strange day it was yesterday!

For the first time in months, a) it wasn’t raining, b) there wasn’t much wind, c) it wasn’t too cold, & d) there was that strange stuff about that I remember referring to as “Sunshine”!

We had a ton of things to do at home but we knew that the weather wasn’t supposed to last so we made the most of it & headed out for the some Fun in the Sun!
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DSCF3876For the first 2 years of your lives we all lived together in our big house in the Midlands. The “big old house”, with the big old garden.

You don’t remember it. I do.

I remember how I was your full-time, stay-at-home Daddy. For your first year with Mummy, and for your second year by myself when Mummy went back to work, with reduced hours.

034I remember it all so well. You don’t.
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Saturday is Caption Day: The Tractor


What’s going on ‘ere then?

Is Jake training to be a motor mechanic? Or just helpfully pointing out why the tractor won’t move? Something else entirely?

I’d love to see what you can come up: captions please!

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Flashback Friday: In the Deep, Dark, Dank Caves

Flashback Friday: perfect for those posts that you meant to write at the time but just didn’t manage to!

I have rather a lot of those…

Back in August we had a great day out at a ‘Dinosaur Park’. It’s actually part of Wales’ National Showcaves Centre & what I didn’t have time to post about then was our actually walking through the caves there as well.

They’re quite something!


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Flashback Friday: A Sunny Medieval Fair!

I always seem to have many more posts that I’d like to write than I have time or energy for.

I often remember great things we’ve done, a lot of the time prompted by looking back at old photos, & find myself thinking “Why didn’t I make a post about this?!”.

Cue Mummy Mishaps’ ‘Flashback Friday’ blog-linky: perfect for those posts that seem to have slipped through the net, or for sharing a memory.

And as an added bonus this post features something we used to have a lot of here, although it seems hard to imagine now: Sunshine! Hopefully something we’ll be rediscovering soon!

Back in August our beloved country park put on a Medieval Fair, & it was a terrific day out for us.

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A Very Christmassy Adventure

We had a great day out on Saturday, & a rare family foray outside! This autumn we’ve all been taking turns catching one lurgi or another; there’s hardly been a time when at least 1 of the twins hasn’t been sick with something or other so we’ve mostly stayed inside where it’s warm & dry!

Saturday however was special – & luckily for us we were all relatively well – because we’d booked to go to our local country park to see Father Christmas feeding his reindeer!
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This really wasn’t my idea – but it was fun anyway

Today it rained, & has been quite cold.

I was taking them to our favourite soft play place but when we arrived it was inexplicably closed, & not for the first time. Only this time there was a “To Let” sign at the front. That’s as disappointing as it is surprising; it’s probably the best soft-play place I’ve ever seen.

I never really managed to convince them it was closed. I kept hearing “Maybe they didn’t know we were coming”, and “We should ‘phone to tell them we’re coming then they’ll open up”. Nonetheless we set off for another soft-play place, although they were still convinced that the first one had moved & that we were going there!

We’ve been there several times & they’re really enjoyed it. Oddly though Jake was adamant he didn’t want to go. I thought he’d change his mind when we got there, but he didn’t!

We ended up going to a local fun farm, which both Jake & Ellie were keen on. Me: less so, mostly as by now it was a 50-minute drive.

But all’s well, etc.: there’s loads to do there & we had a great time, staying most of the day.

They love the adventure play areas, the little car-racing track, being around so many other children, & trying to gate-crash birthday parties!

As I was taking Jake to the loo I saw the door open to the outside attractions, & saw several goats staring in at us hopefully.

“Hey, Jake – look at the goats!”

He looked.

Call it “spontaneous”, call it “speaking without thinking”, call it “stupid”.

Next it was: “I want to go outside to feed the animals”. “Me too!”

Did I mention rain? And cold?

Although they had their raincoats I’d come prepared for nice, warm, dry soft-play, not a muddy farm. No proper raincoat & not-quite-waterproof slip-on shoes.

Oh, well. They enjoyed feeding the goats, even though 1 snatched Ellie’s bag of feed right out of her hand. We “Oohed” & “Aahed” at the fluffy ducks & rabbits, & enjoyed watching the sheep, the little ponies & the pigs.

They insisted on going on the swings, ignoring Daddy’s talk of “wet bottoms”.

Swinging in the Mist

Common sense soon prevailed however, so they disembarked & headed for the tractors. After I actually managed to talk them out of going in the adventure play area!





Actually it was good fun despite the weather.

Although by the time we stopped at the little play-houses – again – & I was asked to “be The Big Bad Wolf” I was starting to get a little grumpy. I politely suggested we go inside…

The ‘inside bit’ is that way, the other side of the fog…


…where we enjoyed some slightly less rural pursuits!


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An Evening at the Beach

Last Sunday morning we had a split: Jake wanted to go to soft-play, Ellie wanted to go to the beach.

It was meant to be a cloudy morning & a sunnier afternoon, & the Mummy was feeling a bit poorly, so we decided that I would take them to soft-play in the morning & that all 4 of us would go to the beach after lunch.

When we got to the soft-play place we were the only ones there. Soon though we were joined by an older – nearly 7-year-old – girl. She quickly made friends with Jake & Ellie & played beautifully with them. She was Mummy & Jake was Daddy & Ellie was Baby, sort of thing! They were so good together that I exchanged details with her parents with a view to maybe meeting up again.

I actually got to read 22 – yes 22! – pages of my book, beating the previous record by a factor of 11!

Around lunchtime we were joined by a big party group. One of the boys there attached himself to Jake, to the extent that he would rather have stayed & played with him than go into the party when it started! I was delighted as so often it’s Ellie who makes friends, often with a little group of girls, & Jake sometimes seems a bit left out.

They were enjoying themselves so much that we stayed much later than planned. By the time we got home we decided it was too late to go to the beach.

After dinner we did some really good play together, then Ellie suddenly seemed to remember that she wanted to go the beach!

We thought it was too late, & told her so. I was also quite tired.

“I WANT TO GO TO THE BEACH!” was all we got for some time, a real tantrum. I presume she felt misled.

I had tried to explain to her at the time that staying on at the soft-play meant not going to the beach: I assumed she understood, or that she’d forgotten or just changed her mind. As children do!

I’m afraid we gave in! We had been there after dinner before, and she seemed genuinely upset so I agreed to take them for a little while, wrapped up as the winds can get cold there.

When we got there I realised it was a brilliant thing to do, and that Ellie was right. I told her so: she seemed pleased…

It was a beautiful evening, warm & still, & loads of people where there having fun: playing in the sand & rock-pools, surfing, swimming.



It really was beautiful: the big sun low in the sky, the vast expanse of sand leading out to the active surf; people of all ages, shapes & sizes at all points in between. I tried to call the Mummy so she could join us but sadly didn’t have network coverage.



We built a castle!



When it was time to go Ellie seemed to be so reluctant to leave that she walked backwards all the way up the causeway! Although actually I think she was worried that the rapidly encroaching tide would engulf their castle & that the naughty ‘monster / pirate / ghost / wizard / witch’ (I forget which) would get their buried treasure!


And who could blame her if she didn’t want to go?


So, Ellie: you were right, & for once I’m glad I gave in to your tantrum. Just don’t get used to it, OK?

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