Mr B's special day

We recently had Mr B’s christening and it was a perfect day. My in-laws were visiting from Australia so my little man had a celebration with his whole family, well close enough.

Everyone had a great time and my little man was spoilt rotten by all of our lovely family and friends. I am going to share with you Mr B’s christening breakdown.

Finally, a family shot where everyone is looking the right way and clean. I bought my dress from simply be. I love it, it is sky blue with little seahorses. The downside to my wonderful dress was the seahorse’s eyes. They have small black dot eyes, one of which was precariously placed on my breast, I spent the day with people trying to wipe it off thinking it was a mark. 

Warning...this dress induces groping of breasts.

 

 I loved my hair by the lovely Chelsea. Something about having your hair done makes you feel complete.

Mr B’s outfit was from TK Maxx and was a bargain. I bought it quite a while back so I can’t remember exactly how much but definitely worth looking in there for smart baby outfits they had loads and if you’re willing to have a really good rummage you will find high end designers.

I went for a rustic theme with plenty of hessian, browns and golds. I complimented this with the napkins and a hessian runner on the buffet table. I saved my Mason jars from coffee and then stuck blackboard stickers on them, (from poundworld), saying knives, forks etc.

I bought my hessian christening bunting from eBay it cost me about £10. I think it was worth it as it looked great over the buffet table.

I already had a light board so I thought I would utilise it. Mine was from quality save and cost £9.99. I love mine and my stepson loves writing messages to me on it.

I bought a length of hessian ribbon and hessian bows again from poundworld. I wrapped it around a wicker box I already had so it would fit with the theme. I filled the box with party bag goodies for the kids, you can see it on top of the fire surround. I had about 18 children there, ranging from babies to a 13-year-old and they all had fun with the contents, especially the colouring books.

I had a kid’s buffets table separate, I thought this the best way to stop them attacking the main buffet before I got to it. My wonderful sister made cupcakes, I made sweet bags and there was sticks of rock. The most popular items though were a large bowl of popcorn complete with popcorn bags and a self-serve scoop, all from poundworld, are you starting to see a theme with my shop of choice.

The stickers on the sweet bags were personalised and I had matching cupcake toppers made as well. Thank God for eBay.

I had props on the tables as I think they make great conversation starters and encourage people to take pics, which means I don’t have to walk around all day asking people to smile. I can just tag myself in everyone else’s pic’s. They were £2.99 for a box of 25 assorted props from B&M.

  

The buffet was amazing. It looked good, it was a good price and dammit it tasted good. I had so many compliments on the variety and quality of food. I got my buffet from Danielle at Fat Cats catering, or as I now call it, the greatest caterer in Greater Manchester. Honestly if you need a buffet email this girl fatcatscateringco@gmail.com.

The cake was exactly what I wanted for my boys christening and was even more special as it was made by his beautiful godmother. It complimented my theme perfectly and everyone loved it. I was a little sad when we had to cut it, but I’m glad I did because it tasted as good as it looked. The fruit was so fresh and juicy, well what I had of it, as soon as we cut it children descended upon us, “please can I have a strawberry”, “can I have blueberries on mine”.

Everything came together and we had an amazing day. We had the usual last minute drop outs and worrying that my outfit wasn’t quite perfect, but as hubby says, “why worry it is what it is”, and on this occasion he was right.

Thanks again to everyone who made Mr B’s day special.

 

Good day to you. x

I am what I am

Before I begin my usual blog I just wanted to mention a friend of mine. She is a single mother, (is kicking ass at it). She works dam hard every day and has never stopped reaching for her dreams. She now has an amazing career, provides a fantastic life for her son Mr C and has just manged to buy her first house. I cannot express how proud I am of her and proud she should be of herself. You’re doing a ‘jolly’ good job Mrs.

We had a lovely night in for my sister’s birthday. Me, my sister, my mum and my auntie M. We started off on the Pimm’s and ended up on the wine. The conversation started off very lady like and ended up about pubic hair and sleeping naked. We started early so by 7pm we were questioning how we became such light weights.

I attempted to make a cheesecake for my sister birthday cake, despite my best efforts it would not set. I balanced candles on the top, sang happy birthday, then handed out spoons and explained that I could not provide slices, as this was more of a soup than a cheesecake. I was given a 1 for presentation but a 10 for taste. Everyone knows that’s what matters. At least I didn’t have a soggy bottom.

Mr J had a lovely moment today where he felt, in his words, very grown up. He emptied his piggy bank and had saved enough money to buy a game he had wanted for his Xbox. The pride on his face when he handed the money over, knowing he had saved and bought it all on his own. I gave him £1 to start off his next little saving mission which he was over the moon with. I asked him, “so Mr J what are you saving up for now”. His response was brilliant. “I’m saving up to buy a rug”. I obviously questioned why a 7-year-old child would want to save his pocket money to buy furnishings for his bedroom. His answer was simply brilliant and typically Mr J. “well I like the feel of the one I’m sat on”. BRILLIANT. What is it with the children in my life wanting to buy all their things from the home department? My Christmas shopping list for this year is so far a rug and a chicken egg timer. 

I am a huge fan of children being children. By that I mean I hate that boys have to be boys and girls have to be girls, they should just be children. I took Mr S out in a lovely pink and navy t- shirt, while we were out having fun I heard an older child say, “mummy why is that boy wearing pink, only girls wear pink.” I felt ashamed, as if I had set my little boy up to be picked on because I picked a girl’s colour, I stood right there in the middle of the play centre running out his future of bullies in school, having no friends, complete failure in life and all because I was a terrible mother who made bad choices. How sad is that, a 7 year oldish child made me feel ashamed because of a colour. At that moment I stopped being irrational and looked at Mr S. He was wearing clean clothes, had a huge smile on his face, was having fun with his brother and mama on a lovely day out and couldn’t stop looking at his perfect self in the mirror. I realised that it didn’t matter what that child had said because my child would have a happy and successful life no matter what colour his t-shirt was, because he is loved, cared for and allowed to be who he is.

Mr S and Mr B both enjoy a variety of toys and we have no such thing as boys and girl’s toys in our house. Mr S’s current favourites are a styling head with a toy hairdryer, a train and his water activity table. We had to buy him the styling head so that he would stop trying to brush my hair, (he is not gentle) and he loves it. Mr B is 8 months old so will grab and play with pretty much anything. He is happiest when he is in his jumparoo or knawing on teething toys. The most effective seems to be one his godfather bought him, Sophie la giraffe, it is the best teething toy, I just wish we had known about it with Mr S. Here's the link if you want to check it out. http://sophielagirafe.co.uk/.  My stepson, Mr J, loves playing dress up and whenever his cousins are here they appear in around 4 outfits an hour, ranging from superheroes to cave men. Miss M my niece puts Mr J in a princess dress and makes him do a twirl, he enjoys it and loves when we laugh along with him. 

I can’t help but shudder when I see little boys crying and their parents say, “stop being a girl”. Why do tears make you a girl? I regularly see a poster in my doctors waiting room stating that suicide is the leading cause of death in young men, I can’t help but feel like those passing comments of ‘boys don’t cry’ will teach them to bottle up their emotions and keep it all locked in, all in the name of being masculine.

I understand that people have a choice when it comes to parenting. If you want your son to play with cars and only wear blue, then crack on. If you want your daughter in pink and only pink while playing Barbie’s, then that’s your decision. You bring up your children in a way that makes you happy, as long as it makes them happy as well.

Good day to you x

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