Babymoov up and go booster seat - review

Parents everywhere I have found it. The transition between high chair and normal 'big boy' chair. Babymoov up and go booster seat. 

My son is a very independent almost two year old. He is also a big brother to a 10 month old, meaning he doesn't want to use the baby things like his little brother. Therefore a high chair is a huge no go for my eldest, if he is put in one it usually results in screaming and the food being thrown or rejected. At home we had a resolution to this, we bought him a plastic booster which attached to the chair and ta daa happy tea time. When we eat out we had no plan. The normal seats were always too low for him and he'd end up jumping down for a run around the restaurant, (as a restaurant worker I know how annoying this is), we needed something and I have found it.

Babymoov Up and Go booster seat Is a portable booster. It folds up like a compact brief case, only 7cm's wide so is really easy to keep in the boot and take with us anywhere. It is ridiculously simple to attach to any chair and has a height adjustment on the side, to boost the chair up to 14cm's, so will work no matter what size the table. My boy loves it as he feels like a big boy not having to go on a 'baby high chair'.

The dark grey colour is great for stains and easy to wipe down, but even better the fabric can all be removed and thrown in the washing machine, which is a huge necessity when it is being used as the dining throne for an almost two year old. 

I am going to give this product a 5/5 as it is perfect for us. I honesty can't find one imperfection. Thanks Babymoov, No one likes eating out with two babies but you have made it bearable. 

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disclaimer - I received a Babymoov up and go booster seat for free, however my opinions are all my own. 

Life before Mama Bear

Before I start today's blog I have news. At the ripe old age of 27 I have finally been chosen as a bridesmaid by the beautiful bride to be, the future Mrs Pope. She is an amazing friend and I can't wait to support her when she marries the man of her dreams. Even if she makes me wear a stupid dress with big puffy sleeves in a sickening shade of orange it will be an amazing day. 

Now let's begin what you came here for - today's blog. 

I have been thinking about my life before motherhood and how different it was. Both pre babies and post babies is a brilliant life that I wouldn't want to change for the world, well I wouldn't mind changing the crying early morning wake up calls, but I doubt that's going to change anytime soon. My god my life is different now.........

1. In 2013, 1-year BB, (before baby), I went on a girl’s holiday, well girls and gays, to Palma. It was my beautiful friends 30th so we wanted to do something to remember. we went with the obvious choice of bar hopping in Magaluf dressed as bananas. On the way home I even boarded the plane in my banana ensemble to prevent baggage charges. Here in 2016, 2 year PB, (post baby), I am able to recite all the words to bananas in pyjamas, while peeling a banana for Mr S and combing banana out of Mr B's hair. No bar hopping or fancy dress in sight. But still just as fun.

2. BB I used to quite enjoy going to the bathroom. I'd take my phone and have a scan through the news or Facebook, take my time and then be on my way. PB it is the most stressful thing in the world. I spend 50% of my day cleaning up shit, and yet I can't have one without an audience. A few days ago I went to the toilet, in the few minutes it took me to do my business both kids got into the bathroom. Mr S stood at the side of me demanding a 'cuggle' while throwing sheets of toilet roll at me, Mr B grabbed some shelves to pull himself up, knocked everything off and then sat screaming till I was done. 

3. BB I used to love a bath. I would have it really hot, full of smelly products and it would be very relaxing. PB I can guarantee they will both demand to get in as soon as they hear my toe enter the water. This means it's has to be a comfortable temperature and my lovely lush products have been traded in for baby bath. What was once a relaxing way to end my day is now a splishy splashy family broth. 

4. Something else changed about baths post baby. I had never thought of a bath as anything but a tub to fill with water and bubbles. My my was I wrong. My bath now gets filled with hundreds of toys, assorted loofahs and sponges, empty bottles and a couple of times, I've even had to sift baby poo out, the less said about that the better. 

5. 2 years before baby I spent a night at my sisters looking after my niece and nephew. We spent hours in the garden bouncing on their trampoline. We were wrestling, jumping and doing tricks. It was great. I am not proud of this post baby fact, but it is a fact non the less. PB any sort of bouncing is out of the window. Put it this way, if I take part in the bouncing my waters will break all over again. If you have had a baby, you know what I'm talking about. Note to self – don’t forget your pelvic floor exercises. 

6. BB the thought of someone picking their nose was vile, I would see people doing it and think how in god’s name can you stick your finger up there, gross. Post baby I find myself quite happy to dig my children's nose gold. When I have them all clean, smart and ready to go somewhere, I am not going to let a bat in the cave ruin that perfection. Sometimes a tissue just won't reach those pesky snot balls so my finger will have to get involved. I have a friend who was that irritated with a booger in her daughter’s nose that she ended up sucking it out. She has since found there are handy gadgets to do this for you, but it's a bit late now. 

7. BB my days off were spent lying in till lunch time, then lying in bed for the rest of the day catching up on television. Making sure I was fresh for the night time when the fun would begin. Post baby my days off are no longer days off. In work or not I’ll be woken before 6am by crying and shouting. Then it's a mad dash to get everyone dressed and out for the day before the pre nap time tantrums start. In a way, being in work is more of a day off than running around after my crazy Cubs all day, but I’d still rather be here with them. I just need to come to terms with the fact that I will never lie in again. 

8. Before baby I used to have a wardrobe full of clothes. I used to buy myself a new outfit at least once a week and kept up with all the latest trends. Since my beautiful boys came into my life this has 100% changed. I alternate the same 4 tops and jeans while the boys have a full wardrobe, each. Every time I go out shopping I end up with a new top or outfit for my munchkins, even though they don’t need it, while I rock my Asda finest.... again. 

9. BB I used to use my cleanser, toner and moisturiser every night religiously before bed. Post baby by the time they are in bed and actually asleep I can rarely be bothered. I'm now more of a baby wipes kind of girl. Baby wipes are like the Swiss Army knife of parenting. 

- make up remover 

- clean faces

- clean bums

- clean hands

- wipe down the sides

- wipe high chair trays

- remove stains from clothes 

The list is endless. I still use the correct cleaning products, but day to day who needs bleach when I have Johnson’s wipe at hand.

10. I think the most important change is this one. Before baby I was the best parent there ever was. I knew exactly how everything should and shouldn't be done. Post baby I see parenting in the real world. There is no perfect way to do things as every child is different. I have 2 under 2 and they couldn't be more different. Let's be honest, we're all just winging this parenting malarkey, but as long as our children are happy we be doing a dam fine job. 

Good day to you xx

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Review - Sleepybobo aka Gerry the Giraffe

Review of Sleepybobo – aka Gerry the Giraffe

I received a wonderful gift in this post this month, ‘Gerry the Giraffe’. He is a stuffed giraffe with an automated system inside which moves his squishy extended neck to make him gently rock car seats, cribs, well pretty much anything really. Have a quick watch of the video to see it in action. 

Sleepybobo has a 30-minute timer which is great with two under two as my youngest still loves to be rocked to sleep, which is almost impossible with a boisterous 1-year-old yanking at your arms and legs. I can now pop him in his car seat and switch on the giraffe and within 5 minutes, (well 5 minutes 43 seconds to be precise), the tears have stopped and the snoring begins. Sleepybobo is also really light weight so I can carry him with us no matter where we decide to set up camp for naptime. I don’t think I would take him out of the house as he is a little too bulky for that, however he is light enough to come on holiday with us in a few months.

Appearance wise he is so adorable and both kids love him, if not a little too much. I am forever finding Mr S running off with him.  This isn’t a problem as he is well made and sturdy, so no matter how hard my little mischief tries, I don’t think he would be able to destroy it.

Gerry the giraffe also has an adjustable neck so you can use him to rock anything no matter the height, this isn’t much use to us as Mr B doesn’t have a crib and is no longer in a Moses basket, although I wish I would have had it sooner as it would have been a god send for bedtime, we just keep the neck high enough for the car seat. I used to sit awake, (well semi awake), rocking him for hours on end just to make the screaming stop, Sleepybobo could have done this tiresome role for me.

Overall I think this item is an essential for any new parent, especially the ones in the 2 under 2 club, Sleepybobo can be the helping hand you need at nap time. His motion is calming and baby really enjoys having Gerry nearby while they float to the land of nod. It is lightweight, but for me a stay at home product, with the amount of stuff in my nappy bag already I would be pushed to squeeze in a giraffe.

I will give Sleepybobo 4 out of 5. I am only marking one down as the instructions could have been clearer and it took me a while to get set up. However, once we were up and running, he hasn’t been off. If you want to check it out for yourself click here  
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I received my sleepybobo free of charge in return for a review. However all opinions remain my own x


Good day to you x

mama bears mini bear

 

This young lady is amazing! Miss M is my niece and she makes me laugh so hard I have peed myself, literally, (I have been pregnant twice in the space of 12 months, so it can't be helped).

My sister brought this beautiful princess into the world 8 years ago, but I'm unsure about this fact. Miss M is so much like me, (personality wise) I sometimes think she must be mine and aliens planted her in my sister. I once told Miss M this fact and she panicked so much I thought she would cry. 

 

Miss M has a phobia of armpits and the hair that grows on them, to the point that if I need her to leave the room, I just lift my arm up. First glance of a pit or a pit pube and she's gone faster than a toupee in a tornado. That being said you can imagine the horror this week when Miss M discovered her first armpit hair. It was blonde and the size of a borrower’s eyebrow but she was disgusted and it is all she has had to speak about since.  

The horror she suffered at armpit gate was nothing compared to bug gate. 

Miss M accompanied me on a trip to Poundland, (being a bargain queen this is one of my favourite shops), as everything is, as it says in the title, £1. I told her she could have something and it could be whatever she wanted. How good of an auntie am I, honestly though I do treat her to things other than Poundlands finest. 

Anyway I'm getting away from the point. She picked a bug viewer with the intention of a walk to the park. In Miss M's words, "I'm going to look at insects, hopefully caterpillars and then put them back so they can find their houses". Perfect, so off we headed to the till, and so bug gate began. 

The woman on the till took the bug viewer off Miss M to scan and said "these are great, I bought my son one. We live in a flat though and he couldn't catch anything without a garden. I was sick of him moaning so I killed a bug and put it in myself" 

Miss M's face dropped. Her mouth opened so wide in shock I could see her tonsils. I quickly paid and took her outside to ask her what was wrong. Her answer "how dare she kill a bug, what right did she have to kill a bug, what a horrible woman, were not going there again". 

She spent the rest of the walk telling me why it isn't ok to hurt animals, until we passed some broken glass. Then she just ranted about how the streets aren't as nice as they used to be. 8 going on 80. 

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