Wednesday, 27 July 2016

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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Sunday, 24 July 2016

Mama bear and the dog poo

You may have noticed that I call myself Mama bear, well I also have little animal nicknames for both of my babies and my stepson. I have these for 2 reasons, the first is that they sound cute, the second so I can justify buying any cute little knick knacks with that animal on. 


So I have Mr S who is my sausage dog, Mr B who is my bunny and Mr J who is known as Jake the snake. That's unless their being naughty then in my head their nickname usually rhymes with little hastard!! 

So with all that being said I obviously instantly fell in love with these racing green cushions, when you put them together you have a little sausage dog. Mr S points at them shouting 'mine, mine', I laugh along but he has no chance, they are mine. Another justification for my love of them, they are made locally, by J Rosenthal and Son, so it’s almost like I had to have them.

Now I just need a bunny one for Mr B and my sofa will be complete. 

Speaking of bunnies Mr S has developed a new obsession with the TV programme Bing. It is a programme about a bunny named Bing and his weird knitted, miniature parent/career. 

In a recent episode Bing is very excited and rushing and accidentally steps in dog poo. Gripping stuff. Mr S was very concerned about this and spent the next 5 minutes bringing me all the shoes we own and pointing at the soles, shouting "poo, poo". I'm unsure if he was asking me to put poo on them or just stating what he had seen. Either way, we talked about poo for a bit and moved on, that is until we walked to the post office together. 

Mr S walked all the way there and stood in the busy queue with me all the time pointing at his shoes and, very loudly, shouting poo. I was a tad embarrassed to say the least. Luckily we didn't see any dog poo on our travels, otherwise I'm quite sure he would have whipped his shoe off and used that poo as a dance floor. 

I suppose I better get used to poo chat seems as Mr S is now potty training. Potty training is hard, I feel like my days have now become dedicated to chasing a pant less toddler round requesting him to poo and wee. Which is hard enough without also having to chase around a crazy baby who currently thinks everything dangerous and electrical is a chew toy. I was told to try putting him in underpants when in the house as it will feel uncomfortable if he goes in them, this didn’t quite work as he doesn’t seem to care if he goes in them, also when he is wearing them he runs around shouting Knicks and demanding to see mine. My health visitor suggested I go to the toilet on the potty so he has an example, she clearly wasn’t looking at me, because if I sit my big butt on that teeny tiny plastic throne it’s only going to end badly. So far we've had one wee on the potty and an almost poo. An almost poo means he started pooing on the potty, I cheered, he panicked, jumped up and the poo came out on my foot. Motherhood - it's all fun and games until someone shits on your foot. 

Good day to you xx