Saturday, 1 January 2011

Happy 2011!

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I really am *that* sad, that I am writing this in real time and it has not been scheduled!

I would just like to wish all of my lovely readers, family, friends and Tweeps a very, very happy new year.

2010 was a bit rubbish for me, but 2011 holds a couple of exciting things for me.

June in particular, holds not one, not two, but three events!

June 17th, I will turn 29. Just one year off the big 3-0! A full week later on
June 24th, I will be marrying my lovely fella of (by then) 11years, Drew. The very next day on
June 25th, I shall be meeting lots of you lovely Cybermummy's on my honeymoon!!!

I can't wait for the Summer to begin!

Have a brilliant 2011 everyone, I hope yours is as fun and exciting as mine is going to be! xx

Thursday, 30 December 2010

Good News!

Taking a leaf from the lovely Mr. Russell Howard, I have decided that I am going to look at the positives in life and every Monday, I will be featuring a Good News Story on my blog.

You may have already heard of them, you may not, but what a lovely way to start 2011 and the beginning of each week?!

I will strive to banish those Monday morning blues for us all!

If you have any 'Good News Stories' that you would like me to feature, feel free to email, or 'Tweet' me @KezLewis.

The stories can be something you've stumbled upon on the Internet or in the papers, or it can be a very personal event within your family that you may just want announced to the rest of the blogosphere!

The very first piece of good news will be posted on Monday 3rd January 2011, so watch this space!

Here's to a fantabulous, happy, and healthy New Year x

Tuesday, 28 December 2010

Turning back Time (Part 2)

My poorly Bailey

Christmas Day, Saturday, 25th December 2010
In photos!

Santa Che

Christmas dinner!

Ashley's 'Brain Freeze' moment!

Ashley and Lauryn with their new media players


Bailey & Che having fun

Turning back Time (Part 1)

Date: Friday 17th December 2010 to Saturday 25th December 2010.

Following a brilliant week at Centre Parcs, our family headed home.
Driving through the beautiful wintery Norfolk scenery, spirits high, and thoughts of the upcoming festivities flooding our thoughts, all was happy and good.

That was, of course, until we walked through our front door.

The 3 year old, who had been fine all day, suddenly showered herself with vast quantities of vomit. This continued though the night and for around the next 12 hours. The 5 year old followed her sisters lead the next day and the baby developed conjunctivitis.

No sooner had this all taken place, when a slow leak in the bathroom near rendered the living room a swimming pool and left a gaping hole in the ceiling.

So the plumber arrived and broke the bath panel, the plasterer arrived and patched up the ceiling and the plumber returned with a new bath panel, in the wrong colour, was here was 2 and a half hours and still managed to mess up a job my 7 year old could have done in ten minutes flat.

In the meantime, while we all had our backs turned, a mega dose of stealth flu, snuck up on the unsuspecting, newly recovered 3 year old and reduced her to a snot dribbling, whingy, knackered, sobbing mess.

With the Christmas tree still firmly lodged between piles of old baby clothes and cringe worthy first music purchases from the '80's, we were still a long way off of Yule Tide flare.

Our planned week of making traditional Christmas decorations for a retro festive look was fast becoming a nightmare.

Luckily, even with a mucus infested toddler, we managed an entire afternoon of paper chain making.
The tree finally went up, only for the lights not to work.

A manic dash to the supermarket at 11pm in the run up to the big day was surprising fraught, and I cursed Drew for not letting me put up the damn tree before our holiday.
Lights purchased, the tree was fully made up for it's first appearance with an audience of four expectant children.

Phew. It passed the test.

Salt dough was next on the agenda. Now I do *not* recommend this to anyone who requires any kind of sanity in the few days prior to the 25th. Seriously, this stuff takes a long time to dry, even in the oven, do not leave it to the last minute!

Paper snowflakes were made while all of the Salt dough spent the best part of 24hours in the oven drying out.

Then our family Christmas tree was constructed.
Using coloured in cut outs of all 6 family members hands, the tree was erected and beautifully displayed for all to see. (This being a personal favourite of ours) The kids then made little cut out decorations for it and stuck them on with blu-tac.

Paper Angels were crafted along side many other paper based creations and voila, our Christmas was starting to come together.

Salt dough FINALLY dried, the painting commenced. The girls loved doing this and it will be something that we will do again, but much, much earlier in the month..

The final craft activity, and the most important one, was the making of the stockings!
I was immensely impressed with the sewing skills of the big girls and even my little ill girl had a good go (with a little.. (OK, a lot) of help from Mummy) They then decorated them themselves (all except Che, who's stocking was made by me, well, he is only 13months!) I think they all came out remarkably well.


Before bed, the traditional Christmas stories and a quick check on Santa's progress!

Keeping an eye on Santa Via the Norad site

The snot oozing, fever ridden 3 year old, still far too ill for family visits, left time for a last minute wrapping frenzy to take place on Christmas Eve.

The over excited kids and the exhausted fluey one headed to their beds early in eager await for Santa, whilst Drew stayed up til almost 1am waiting for the Norad Santa tracking site to show the big fella delivering to good old Blighty.

Yes, yes, I know, he is a child.*shakes head, while rolling eyes, and tutting*

Sunday, 26 December 2010

Silent Sunday - Footprints in the snow

Duck prints in the snow
Waddle on over to see the other enteries here.