Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner – Baby Power Ballads 

Last Friday we had the time of our lives(!! couldn’t resist) at Baby Power Ballads.


Image from Gateshead Library

I’m not so sure I would’ve ventured to something like this on my own (which in hindsight is a trifle sad as I would’ve missed out on what was an epic afternoon out).
One of the mammy friends who I met at Pregnancy Yoga (which was awesome – shout out to Lush Tums) invited me along and how could I refuse? An hour of introducing Ella Bells to power ballads while I unleash my ‘voice of an angel’.  Perfect!

Tickets were £4 with a £1.07 booking fee and I booked mine online through a link on the Facebook page. I intended to print the ticket off but got caught up in all the mental checklist of things to do to get a baby out of the house that I forgot. This dawned on me as I drove towards the Tyne Bridge with a whingeing Ella in tow (drive time was meant to equal nap time – but no. I blame myself, I put her car cover down so I could see her in the mirror. She took this as an invitation to fight for my attention instead. Not ideal when fighting Friday afternoon traffic).


Image from Gateshead Library


The event was held at Gateshead’s Central Library in their Caedmon Hall and ran by a company called Chalk.

Chalk are Jen, Jilly, Roxy and their mini Chalkers who are the inspiration behind the family focused organisation based in the North East.


Image from Gateshead Library

The Baby Power Ballads was part of their Cineplay Festival held 19th-21st August across Newcastle and Gateshead.


Gateshead Central Library had plenty of parking but it did fill up quick. Luckily there is on street parking and a smaller car park just opposite. There is a lift from the ground floor to the first floor but it’s only big enough for one buggy at a time. This wasn’t a problem for me, I seem to think lugging a car seat around is an Olympic sport at the moment – which I’m sorely regretting!

Never the less, I needn’t have worried about my ticket, a lovely lady from the Chalk group greeted me at the door of the Caedmon Hall with ‘The List’. Flashbacks to numerous-not-getting-into-VIP-areas-in-clubs ensued. But have no fear – my name was well and truly on this list. Hurrah!

By this point Ella was on top form, flashing her biggest smile with no trace of the whingey


Image from Gateshead Library

tired baba from the car journey. We got settled in the middle of the floor, where there were musical instruments laid out on a circle of rugs and cushions in front of a projector screen.


Songbooks with lyrics were handed out – I think I squealed in delight. One of the members from Chalk sat with us and played the guitar, leading the tune-fest that included  (I’ve had) The Time of My Life, I Will Always Love You, Dolly Parton’s  9-5, Here’s To You Mrs Robinson and – wait for it – Bohemian Rhapsody! That was hilarious introducing that one to Ella.

Even more exciting was that the films the songs belonged to were projected onto the screen!  The atmosphere was incredibly jovial; babies happily playing with instruments while the mammies pelted out the songs – like we used to with a hairbrush in front of a mirror (or was that just me?) It seems that by having a child, you loose your inhibitions somewhere along the way.


Ella loved it and powered through for forty-five minutes of sitting on my knee doing what she does best – people watch. I saw the signs that an imminent hunger cry was threatening to escape and quickly shoved a bottle in her mouth – to which she promptly passed out just before the end of the event. She lasted longer than my friend’s little boy – he slept through the whole thing! Way too cool for school that kid.

Once it ended, we were encouraged by the Chalk team to sit around for a bit and not rush off, which was nice. Especially as Ella had done what she rarely does and fallen asleep on me – I didn’t want to move. But it was short-lived and as soon as she was awake, out the car seat came and along with it the suggestions of what to do next.


Image from Gateshead Library


So us mammies did what we did best – sought out the nearest coffee and cake establishment, which fortunately happened to be downstairs in the library. It just took a while to get there as the mammies got in the lift one-by-one hurrah hurrah. Gotta love a coffee and a chocolate brownie after a baby event.

This is why I need to run.

Which I did yesterday. I’ll tell you about it sometime.

Thanks Chalk for a fab afternoon.

Love Missuswolf xxx

Cruising the Coast to Crusoe’s 


Another Saturday morning and another Wilford adventure in search of a local haunt to stuff our faces.

I was originally booked onto two exercise classes at Xercise4less (trying to escape for a couple of hours me-time and leave the baba with the hubby, see how he likes it. Payback for when he sods off to football on a Sunday morning) but when I woke up, that flipping mam guilt voice told me we ought to do something as a family.

So, sounding like I was doing him a favour, I suggested I skip the classes and we all go out for breakfast (again!) I know, I know – I had an opportunity to escape and I didn’t take it. I’m sure I’ll regret it when he’s off to yet another NUFC match (eye roll).

Surprisingly, we arrived at a decision really quickly (which doesn’t happen often in our household – especially over what to eat and where).Turns out hubby wanted to visit The Royal Quays outlet in North Shields to have a look in the Nike store for some football boots. I struggled to think of somewhere near there to go so when he suggested we go to Crusoe’s in Tynemouth en route, I agreed. Wow.

Crusoe’s is on the beach overlooking the sand and the sea down from The img_0353Grand Hotel (where we had our wedding reception nearly nine years ago. Crikey it’s our ten year wedding anniversary next year eeek! I want to go back to Vegas to celebrate – minus a child in tow. He doesn’t. I’ve got a year to work on him plus I’m open to babysitting offers – please apply within).
Before I go any further – I know I’m not the most maternal of folk but I do want to add a ‘P.S I love my child’ in here. Despite the underlying moan tone I have on this blog toward little people – it is all in jest and I do have a heart.

I’ve cried twice this weekend; once (well numerous times actually) at the story, picture and video of five-year old Omran Daqneesh injured in the airstrike at Aleppo. I’m sure I’m amongst millions of parents who hugged their children a little bit tighter that night. His little dazed face and lack of tears are harrowing at how he accepts this as a way of a life; no emotion other than the sheepish look when he wipes his bloody hand on the chair after touching his little injured head. Totally and utterly heart breaking.

The other time was at a heart wrenching story that I came across on Instagram yesterday morning that I just can’t get out of my head.

Michelle and Andy Cottle experienced the stillbirth of their daughter, Orla, back in May. They’re cycling from Vancouver to the Mexican border in San Diego to raise funds for the Stillbirth and Neonatal Death charity (SANDS). I can’t begin to imagine the pain they are going through but the strength they’re showing is incredible and inspiring. They’re website is called Dear Orla and you can read more about it and follow their journey here. They both do a brave video (which you can also view on the website – have plenty of tissues handy!!) where they tell their story #CyclingForOrla. You can also donate here.

It puts everything in perspective and is all the more reason to spend time together as a family. I know I am lucky and I am thankful for what I’ve got.

Back to Saturday morning and after cruising along the coast from Blyth, we parked opposite Tynemouth Park again and walked img_0386down. We imagepassed an early morning running club – a brutal reminder that I’d ditched my own morning of exercise in favour of food. Ooops. Oh well, I’m trying out a buggy running club today so I’m hoping that redeems me. Should be interesting!

We both had bacon sarnies; I had my usual filter coffee and he had his usual diet coke. So predictable. I spied a gingerbread latte on the menu and made a mental note to return nearer Christmas for this festive tipple ummmm.

I’ve been to Crusoe’s once before and it was every bit as beautiful as Iimage remember; cosy and welcoming with it’s wooden furniture and twinkly lights giving it an almost festive feel. This was heightened by the slight autumnal chill on Saturday morning; grey skies and drizzle meant cardies had been replaced with coats. Otherwise we would have opted for outdoor dining.


Of course, nosy parker Ella couldn’t resist snapping up a perfect people-watching opportunity so out of her pram she came, perched on the table, catching the eye of a young couple across the room. I’m bias but she has such an infectious smile and she was bestowing it upon anyone who would take notice.

After breakfast, we walked back to the car and headed off to Royal Quays. Hubby didn’t get his football boots but I got myself some running trainers.


Yep, you read right running trainers.

But that experience is a whole blog post in itself.

As is the trip to Jesmond Dene we did afterwards.

So keep toot for those.

Love Missuswolf xxx




Pokémon No-Go

Yup – I’ve downloaded it.

I would even go as far to say I was in the process of changing my phone settings to get this app in the UK prior to its launch.

Yeah – I was one of those.

I needn’t have gone to the trouble as it turns out it was actually available that very day in the UK. Hmmmm.

You see, I have an addictive personality and I shouldn’t be allowed to download games like this. When I was younger, I lost countless school holidays and early evenings to Super Mario and Sonic the Hedgehog. I’m in danger of losing my maternity leave to Pokémon Go.


Or am I?

If I’m completely honest, I haven’t got a clue what I’m doing. I don’t understand the game or characters, I just love the thrill of seeing a pidgey-me-choo or whatever they’re called and firing virtual balls at them.

I only walk around my house and into the garden to catch them as well, I can’t be bothered to go any further afield looking for them.

Maybe adulthood has quashed this addiction, or maybe I’m holding back as I know how life-consuming these games can become.

My thought process was that I could go Pokémon hunting while taking Ella for a walk(!)

I know. Life has hit a new low.

I don’t recommend it. Pushing a pram with one hand and holding your phone searching for these virtual creatures with another is not a great combination. Pram-in-sand-dune-bush springs to mind (those warnings to take note of your surroundings blatantly aimed at the likes of me).image

So much so I’m reminded twice.

I sometimes have a flick on the game when I’m feeding Ella (I know, bad parent but sometimes bottle feeding can be sooo boring. This is when I’m normally on Facey or Insta.). So instead of catching up on social media I’m trying to catch any Pokémon hanging out in my house.

I don’t recommend this either. Not when a Pidgey lands

on your little one mid feed and you drop everything to fire that red and white ball at them (I’m being sent to parent hell aren’t I??)


But it’s so satisfying when you catch that little sucker!

No. I’m not going to get drawn into it. I forget to play anyways when I’m out and about.

Until I see a fellow Pokémon hunter and my arm twitches to reach for my phone.

The concept is good and it’s getting kids out in the fresh air and bringing back some form of community spirit.

But Pokémon Go is a no-go for me.

Until the next bottle feed 😉

Love Missuswolf xxx



Pink Hair Don’t Care

I get bored with my hair.

It tends to change with the seasons; I embrace the blonde bombshell and beach waves in summer and the toned down caramel colours with a fuller fringe in the winter.

Just before I fell pregnant, I experimented with balayage.  It just happened. A tinkering of


Pregnant hair don’t care.

dark at the roots migrating to softer caramels at the bottom. It quickly turned into my signature pregnancy hair as the longer ‘roots’ pasted on made my hair feel in better condition and gave it a break from the blonde.


Although my hair is naturally a boring mousey colour, I usually don’t think the darker colour suits my skin tone. I find that I have to overcompensate on the eye makeup too. But balayage was the perfect combo as the blonde ends balanced it out.

So where does the pink hair come into this equation?

With my hair being super blonde at the moment, my roots are uber dark. Despite getting my hair done every six weeks, there’s a couple of weeks where I need to do some route disguising tricks; a bit of dry shampoo/a messy parting/ back comb the roots.

Well this summer, I’ve added a hint of pink to the mix.

imageMy sister went through a phase of having a tint of pink in her hair earlier this year. When I asked her about it, she referred me to the fab range called Bleach London.

Now these are perfect for blonde hair.

With the standard silver shampoo to even out brassy tones (a must-have shampoo for us blondies) they’ve added a range where you can get a hint of colour to your blonde hair too. I’ve also spied their hair colour crayons now.

I’ve opted for the Rose Shampoo. It’s a wash in, wash out shampoo so it’s ideal for those couple of weeks. My thinking is the pink distracts more from the dark root. Plus I’m on maternity leave and have no work to be professional for so now’s the time to experiment.

Yup – pink hair don’t care.


A rare straight hair day too. It was a Sunday and I had time to blow dry it straight.

I mean, it’s not outrageously adventurous – it is just a hint of pink after all – as this pic will show you. But in the right light (I was struggling to get a picture of this), it gives me ‘candyfloss hair’.


You can get other colours in their range (check out the Washed Up Mermaid colour – argh!). They do semi permanent one’s too which I think I might experiment with towards the end of my next hair cycle (may have to run this one by my hairdresser first!)

As for beach waves (basically can’t-be-arsed-hair you can get away with) – I tend to plait my hair for bed, take it out in the morning, back comb a few roots and spritz some L’Oreal Studio Matt and Messy – Shine Free Salt Spray Tousled  and ta-da – the lazy girls guide to beach hair.

Matt and Messy

Image Credit – Amazon

Although there’s a product I’m dying to try now that I’ve found while googling an image for this blog post (I’ve ran out of Matt and Messy and don’t have a bottle to take a pic of oops) – Wild Stylers Beach Waves.


Anyway  I’ve been doing the lazy girls beach hair for years –  I’m super lazy when it comes to dealing with my thick-takes-years-to-dry mane.

When my hair’s this blonde, it needs a lot of moisture so I use Aussie imageMiracle Moist Shampoo when I’m not using Bleach London (I cheated on Aussie temporarily with Herbal Essences when I was early pregnant. I couldn’t stand the smell. Now I’m wary of Herbal Essences as it reminds me of those funny days. Bah).

Again, this is just my hair care routine that I’m boring you with I’m not an ambassador to Bleach London or Aussie.

I get my hair done this Thursday woohoo (Hi Paula! –  Northburn Hair. Check her out – she’s awesome).

As the saying goes – blondes have more fun. So have more fun with your blonde hair and play with the Bleach London colours.

Bleach mermaid

Squeal! Mermaid hair! Photo credit – Boots website


Love Missuswolf xxx

Saturday Snaffles – Breakfast in Tynemouth

We seem to have fallen into a wonderful habit of going out for breakfast on a Saturday morning.

There’s nothing quite like us all piling into the car and going for an early (ish) morning drive along the coast in search of a bacon sarnie.


Our pit stop this Saturday was Tynemouth Park. We frequented this last summer in the early days of my pregnancy. A lifestyle of eating and drinking on a weekend took a quick u turn when a panic-stricken husband was desperately finding things to do to entertain his sober, now insanely food-fussy  wife.

So Friday evenings were spent with me losing at the Lost Adventure Golf – alternated with losing copious amounts of two pennies in the nearby Whitley Bay arcades.

Thankfully on this visit, my appetite was fully restored and I wasn’t subjected to an ass whooping at the golf. Baby in tow, we went straight for bacon (and sausage) sarnies at the Clock Tower Café. They were delightful; both on brown buns and plenty of meat on them. We didn’t realise until after we ordered that if we wanted any sauces that they cost extra (25p each) so I trooped on back to the counter to grab a couple of these.

Washing it down with a filter coffee with warm milk (and a can of coke for the hot-drink-a-phobic that is the other half), we were both eyeing up the new Pirate Quest maze (can’t wait to take Ella bells in there when she’s older).

I wiped the crumbs off my jeans and the sauce off my face (I’m worse than a child) and we headed to show Ella the golf and the Jungle Wipeout.

Not that she was particularly interested.

imageShe was just pleased with herself that she’d managed to ‘negotiate’ with her dad not going back in her pram. A sign of things to come I suppose. Daddy’s. Little. Finger.

So we walked around the Boating Lake, me pushing an empty pram (still good exercise with an overstuffed changing bag attached) and the OH carrying a smug Ella. We remembered to stop and take some pictures this time as we’re usually rubbish at capturing family outings.

We passed a really cute old couple out walking their dog. They were so happy and content, when we walked by the old man grinned ‘you’ve got a better job than I have’ he said to hubby as he motioned to the dog tugging on his lead. The old man was on doggy toilet duties bless him – I was tempted to say he should see the state of Ella’s nappies. Or worse still, the tornado like explosions that splatter her clothing. Which normally happen in public (the Zoo in the lakes, a visit into work blah blah blah).

Not today though.


We’d done it! Five months on and it’s still a pat on the back to  escape unscathed from any embarrassing baby-related incidents. Hurrah!

Our Saturday morning snaffling and cruising along the coast was a success!

Love Missuswolf xxx





Maternity Makeup Must-haves


For the record this blog isn’t always going to be about maternity and baby stuff – I get bored so I’m writing about what’s going on in my life. Which other than keeping a small human alive and successfully getting us both up and out of the house every day, doesn’t really consist of much.

So here’s my ramblings about my Maternity Makeup Must-haves.


Forgot to take the label off the mascara and wipe the smear off the lip gloss lid ooops. I’m not taking the picture again (it’s dark now – so the lighting’s not right haha).

Obviously the ultimate factor drummed into you from the moment that embryo attaches itself to your uterus is that you will never have time for yourself again. Ever.

I jest – if you’re pregnant with your first please don’t panic.

You will.

It’s hard and it takes time to get a balancing act going but you will nail it. Those first few new-born days are a whirlwind.

I know it may be the last thing on your mind but to me it was psychological.

If I could manage a shower and to put a bit of slap on everyday, I was ready to take on anything – including a nocturnal baby who had just found her vocal chords.

Tip – buy yourself a few key items when you’re pregnant.

Here’s my Motherhood War paint:

Bare MineralsComplexion Rescue Tinted Hydrating Gel cream – Obviously my complexion needs rescuing, especially in those first week weeks where I hadn’t slept and consumed a tonne of sugar.

Charlotte Tilbury Mini Miracle Eye Wand – A concealer that has an under eye lift cream – score! I was sold by the word Miracle.  Need I say more. This has been a godsend.

Maybelline Lash Sensational Luscious Mascara with oil blend – Makes you instantly feel human as it frames but disguises your hideously tired eyes. Oh – and it also withstands any happy/hysterical tears. It’s just a bit of a buggar to take off (might want to leave this one until you’ve got a bit more energy to scrub your face on a night time). I was scraping the last of my Mac Extended Play lash at the beginning of Mat leave and once that died I used my good old Boots points to try this one. It’s actually my fave mascara yet!

Mac Powder Blush in Melba – Instant injection of humanity in my face. Nothing screams healthy and glowing like a good Mac blush – especially handy on those days where you feel like death.

Forever Living Sonya Perfect Pink Lipgloss – a slick of this gives instant moisture on your lips and distracts from those tired eyesimage

LOC Millie Ultra Gloss Lip Pencil –  great for a quick sweep across the lips – as above

Benefit Browzings – even if you just do your brows you’ll feel like you’re winning at life. Kit includes mini tweezers, pigmented wax and a natural powder

I know the above may seem a lot of effort when you’ve got a wee one and I don’t always wear all of it. But this is my basic kit and I mix and match it up depending on the day/weather/activity. Honestly,  a bit of mascara and lippy can make you feel like you can conquer the world.

If you’re feeling super adventurous:

Smashbox contour powder palette –  a really successful day (by this I mean the weekend when the hubby is on baby duty) is throwing on a contour.


I would show you the insides of Smashbox and Browzings but there’s not much left of these bad boys. I wore them out back in my old life when I had hours to get ready.

This is by no means a blog post telling you to get your ass up and wear make-up – god no.

I have days where I don’t wear any at all and it’s pretty liberating. It’s just that some days you feel like you’re going into battle and what best mental prep is there than a slick of war paint.

Love Missuswolf xxx





Finding Sanctuary in a Tub and a Saviour in a Bottle – Stretchmarks

My teen years were a bit unkind and left me with a few lovely silvery stripes in various places. From the moment that pregnancy test was positive I was straight to Boots racking up the points (they come in handy when your SMP kicks in!) on Stretchmark potions.

Again these are my own purchases and personal recommendations.

A friend recommended the Bounce Back Body Butter by Sanctuary Spa Mum To Be.

mum to be

Oh. My. Word.


It smells great, absorbs well and leaves your skin silky smooth. I still use it now in hope the ‘Bounce Back’ will blitz my uh-hum baby (easter egg) fat. Psst it’s also on offer for £6.99 at the mo instead of £10.49 so if you’re pregnant I highly recommend stocking up. I used to order online and go and pick up in bulk at the Boots Pharmacy in Blyth.

Another product I invested in (it’s a bit steep in price at £69.95 but I was obsessed and sucked in by these things) is Secret Saviours.


You get a day cream to lather on and then wear a fancy bump band that has suction pads on to hold your skin in place. This band was a god send to me as it provides under bump and lower back support. I’ve got a bit of a shitty back with me being so lanky. Plus a physio once told me I have weak back muscles. I clearly didn’t take heed to this advice and do enough exercises to support my own body, let alone grow a small human.

Team that with the sexy Maternity Belt  from Jojo Maman Bebe and big Primarni knickers I was a treat for anyone with a warped Pregnancy S&M fetish.

Maternity Belt

Image from Jojo Maman Bebe website


Hot stuff. I’m so pleased I was pregnant over the autumn and winter months so I could hide all that crap.

Secret Saviours also comes with a night time lotion that smells of lavender, which you can lovingly massage onto your bump (or quickly rub in after you’ve rolled into bed).

I bought this at the beginning of December  when I was about twenty five weeks pregnant and the bottles lasted me for about ten weeks. I didn’t bother buying any more as I got towards the end (you can buy the bottles separately) and just relied on Bounce Back Body Butter.

I also went through the odd bottle of Bio Oil as well as Mummy and Me cream from Boots too.

I’m not saying these are miracle workers but all of them combined seemed to be my weapons in the stretchmark battle – touch wood I’ve escaped thus far.

Either that or it was just massaging Aldi’s Lacura Dry Body lotion (about a quid a bottle) into my stomach  for the past five years.

Aldi body lotion

Can’t beat a bit of Aldi – image from their website

Seriously – that was my stretchmark prevention warm up. Clearly bonkers.


Love Missuswolf xxx


Maternity Leave Essential – Birchbox

Tuesday 9th August 2016

Before I begin I’d like to state that I’m a full on subscriber to Birchbox and I’m not receiving anything for this blogpost. For all you ladies out there, especially those of you on Mat Leave – this one’s for you.


I’m hitting the brassic time of Mat Leave where every penny counts. Yawn. I shouldn’t complain as I’m lucky to be allowed nine months off. I saw an Instagram post yesterday of a friend in America who was going back to work after twelve weeks.

So, other than sporadically now spending my Boots points on makeup (which I accumulated buying all the baby crap) I’ve subscribed to Birchbox.

Once a month, I receive a little box through the post (exciting! I love receiving post).

Inside are five beauty product samples – ranging from make-up, perfume, skincare to hair care.

This month they came in a fabulous dove grey neoprene Scuba Birchbag with a range of four cool neon accents. The bag is super handy as either an everyday essential make-up bag or a travel bag for your jolly hols beauty products.

For those in the mammy tribe who carry a changing bag – this Scuba Birchbag is an ideal size to fit inside and slip your own essentials in.

August’s products are definitely one for the mammy tribe too – check this lot out:

Philip Kingsley One More Day Dry Shampoo – need I say more

Merci Handy antibacterial hand cleansing gel – a given

Balance Me Congested Skin Serum – skin sos is a necessity

Anatomicals Body Scrub – ‘brimming with energising grapefruit’ ‘sloughs away dead cells’ – we need all the help we can get

Marcelle Waterproof Eyeliner – just because.

Oh and I nearly forgot – a delightful little sample of a perfume called English Laundry. To mask the smell of baby sick and the likes.

If you subscribe monthly it’s £10 plus £2.95 P&P. Keep an eye out for money off codes on the internet as well as I managed to get my July box for about £6.

You can accumulate points and receive offers for inviting friends to join.

A canny little treat to look forward to in the post every month.

Love Missuswolf xxx



How was your weekend?

Monday 8th August 2016

I’m into my twenty-second week of maternity and I still look forward to the weekend like I did when I worked full-time.

I’ll not give you the spiel about motherhood being a full-time job and all that but after five days of just me and the baba, I can’t wait for the weekend to do family things. In other words – share the load.

I’ve already done a couple of KIT days at work and I fully intend to use all ten of them.

ella roll 2

Don’t be deceived by the smile. She’s happy with herself for rolling over but the whingeing soon ensues until I rescue that trapped arm. Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

That one day in the week where I get to skip off to work where I don’t have to think about keeping a little human alive is delightful. Selfish I know but I love having a day to myself – to relish in the old me. Pure escapism. Gasp!


It’s been extremely healthy for my sanity.

Ella’s not a cuddly baby – yet when I get home from work and feed her, she falls asleep on me. Something she never does when we spend all day together. I’m not one for sitting still either and there’s so much to do when I get in from work. But all those jobs I’m eager to do and I normally can’t rest until they are done – I find myself leaving.

It feels like quality time.

Unlike today where it’s taken me the best part of it to write this blog post in-between feeding, changing and entertaining. Another round of  bottle feeding looses its appeal when you do it day in, day out. But that one I do after work – I actually enjoy.

Anyway, I digress.

So – back to the weekend.

Newcastle Fiesta

On Saturday we trooped over to the Newcastle Fiesta at the Town Moor. After nailing a military operation of a morning – consisting of the three of us getting up and ready, walking to the Coastline to snaffle a bacon sarnie (think hubby was hung over from watching the unsuccessful NUFC match the night before) and packing a car with baby paraphernalia, we managed to arrive half an hour early. High five us!

The gates didn’t open until 12 on the dot so a roadside wait it was while I jumped in the back seat to throw a bottle of milk (obvs not literally!) down a hungry baby.

The £2 car parking fee and £3 entry free each (Ella was free) I could live with. Granted, it wasn’t as big an event as I thought it was going to be. The banner advertised lots of fabulous hot air balloons (my childhood obsession!) – I got to see two. Some people didn’t get to see any. I was just thankful Ella isn’t arsed about rides yet as they were a rip off. Even with the money off vouchers they were still expensive.

ruby davanti

Happy second birthday to Lady Ruby

Never mind, the sun was shining, we bumped into some friends and managed to over-stimulate Ella into a long nap. Hurrah!


Fast forward to Saturday night and we’re off to Davanti’s at Whitley Lodge for my niece’s second birthday. Great food and great atmosphere – the staff were so friendly and entertaining (and patient with all the small children we had in tow!) It was my turn to drink and I found myself slightly pissed at a two-year olds party #motheroftheyear

I felt the consequences the next day. Wine is the devil’s drink bah. I’ll never learn.



So now it’s Monday and I’m back to another week in baby land. At least I get to watch the Olympics.

davanti g and e

Feeding a baba while snaffling birthday cake. I’m winning at life.


Love Missuswolf xxx




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