I'll beg on their behalf…

I've had a brilliant week so far which is why I could be happy for others earlier when I saw the news about the finalists of the MAD Blog Awards.

I was particularly happy when I saw three names in there because I had nominated them in those categories, and it means I was right; they are fabulous.

Specifically, I am referring to:

I, amongst many others, nominated these three women because I adore their blogs for different reasons.

Thinly Spread is just amazing. I told Christine earlier on twitter that I wanted to go and live in her spare room, and it's true. The wonderful tales of family life that she tells just make me want to be the ultimate mummy; the übermummy. But I can't because she already is. I'm not telling you anymore, but if you don't know her blog then shame on you.

GhostWriterMummy is such an inspirational blogger. A primary school teacher, like Christine and myself, she speaks volumes to me on so many levels. Be it the project that she completed with her class on the Japanese earthquake, or the bravery behind her birth story, Susanne has made me confront my own inner demons and overcome them. Along with Jayne Crammond, she has established Maternity Matters, a site dedicated to raising the care that women experience before, during and after giving birth.

MammyWoo. Oh what can I say about Lexy and her sneezes? She is quite simply one of the most talented and endearing writers around on the blogs. If you don't believe me then you clearly haven't read about miming the need to purchase nappies in the middle of Spain, or about the need for mustard in her partner's sandwiches during labour. However, to experience Lexy at her very best then you must read It's only a day away! and I positively defy you not to laugh one second, cry the next, and then want to sweep her up and give her the most reassuring hug ever. I'm biased, she's my mate and I adore her, for good reason.

So while, I'm unashamedly flying the flag for these three ladies, I'll also beg for your votes for the following people. I don't want anyone else getting offended here if I don't mention you; I might not have ever come across your blogs so can't judge you. But these are my Inbox Delights. I may have to flip a coin for a couple of them…

Best MAD blog for Family Fun

Best MAD blog for family Life

Best MAD craft blog

Best MAD pregnancy blog

Most Inspiring MAD blogger

Best New MAD blog

Best MAD blog photography

Best MAD blog writer

Best MAD baby blog

Post of the Year

Please vote for whoever you see fit, don't be swayed by me.

Apart from for MammyWoo; you have to vote for her!

An Important Role to Fill

Yesterday was a rollercaster ride all centred around the high of becoming a Toys R Us Toyologist. I cannot even begin to convey the great sense of pride that they liked our little blog, and our little family, enough to chose us to represent them for the next six-seven months.

A great deal of time was spent on twitter last night with several of my other fellow Toyologists (The Crazy Kitchen, Inside the Wendy House and EdSpire) discussing what would be involved, how many deliveries of toys we would have and how frequently, when would we get the information e-mail sent through, etc. I decided to go Googling and see what I could find out from the previous round of Toyologists blogs.

Reading More Than Just A Mother (by the excellent Emily Carlisle), I realised that there was going to be an awful lot of toys coming our way over the next half a year. Although the programme has been altered to reflect the viability of reviewing that many items, there is still going to be more than enough for one little boy. In my questionnaire which I received as a result of being shortlisted, I stated that I would be reviewing the toys with my niece and nephew, and would also hold Toyologist tea-parties with my baby and toddler group. That much remains true; I will do those things because I know how much enjoyment they will get out of it. However more worthy benefactors will be needed.

As Uncle Ben told Peter, "with great power comes great responsibility."

Now, I do realise that I am not Spiderwoman (a good thing bearing in mind my opinion of arachnids), however I do have a responsibility. I have a responsibility to my son to ensure that he doesn't 'expect' things to arrive for him without having worked for them. I have a responsibility to ensure that he grows up as a caring and responsible child, considering the needs of others before his own. I have a responsibility to prevent him from becoming spoilt.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not spoilsport mummy entirely (apart from when it comes to playing with mud); yes he will get to play with the toys and keep some of them, yes we will be giving a few to friends and family, and yes some of the toddler groups in our area (who may find it difficult to obtain resources from other areas) may benefit. However a significant proportion of the toys will be donated (once reviewed) to two local children's hospitals. One of them is Tŷ Hafan which offers comfort, care and support for life-limited children and young people and is dedicated to improving the quality of life of their whole family. Ty Hafan, and I, believe that play is a very important therapy for not only the children suffering from life-limiting illnesses but also their siblings. It is a magical place which needs all the support it can get.

The other children's hospital that I would like to donate to is the one that The Boy was in for five days when he was three weeks old. The Children's Hospital for Wales is amazing and without it I don't want to think what would have happened to our family. The hospital has been built in stages and almost entirely from charitable donations. The Boy was in for less than a week and I was overwhelmed at how amazing the staff and children were. However one little girl had been in for 13 weeks with severe eczema, and she was just one of a handful of children confined to the ward for a long period of her short life. I'd like to give back to them in a small way and I know that those children would appreciate new toys to play with.

We are so pleased to be ambassadors for Toys R Us and, through this, to be in a position to help other children less fortunate than The Boy. Thanks Toys R Us, we won't let you down!

I've got an 'ology!

I am over the moon!

The Boy and me, and probably daddy too if we let him, have been chosen to be Toyologists for Toys R Us! This is huge and so so exciting. The process involved having to do a review of a toy that fell into one of three categories; we chose the outdoor play theme and reviewed the Little Tikes Makin' Mud Pies Kitchen. Amazingly and happily we were shortlisted along with 24 other lovely mums and dads.

Then last Wednesday evening, very late at night (it's when my brain works best much to hubby's discontent) I spent an hour and a half completing and submitting the comprehensive questionnaire explaining to Geoffrey Giraffe why we would be an ideal family to choose. I obviously managed to convince him because today at 12.08pm (ish) the lovely Toys R Us posted on their wall that we were one of the lucky ten families to be chosen! I had just got The Boy to sleep and was still holding him at the time, so I did a silent squeal of delight and gave him a celebratory kiss.

This now means that I get to be part of a lovely community of mummy, and daddy, reviewers who assist Geoffrey and friends in working out brilliant toys and helping to promote what has got to be the UK's biggest toy retailer. I was honoured to be shortlisted, now I am overwhelmed and so very proud.

 

It also means that I get to put this funky badge on my blog.

 

 

Final word from The Boy himself:

 

 

Snip!

Oh God, what have I done?

I've done this about ten times before and normally it's fine, but this time I think I've really screwed up? I cried, I actually cried. One half was perfect. If I could have stopped halfway, then I would have done, but of course you can't just leave a job half done can you? You've got to finish it, especially when it's hair. Especially when it's your precious child's hair and you don't want him looking like a muppet.

Which is exactly what he now looks like.

Oh God, what have I done?

My gorgeous boy's beautiful locks have gone. Hence today's Silent Sunday. I've tried taking him to the hairdresser's and the first time she did it brilliantly, the second time was horrendous; he looked like he had a pudding-bowl cut. So I had to tidy it up anyway.

He sat on daddy's lap watching our dvd of Poppy Cat and was really focused, especially when I gave him the spray bottle to take apart. The right hand-side was literally perfect, the back was brilliant although I always struggle with the nape of the neck. Then the boys switched sides so I could do the other side and that is when it all went tits-up. They were sat at an angle so The Boy was leaning, I cut from above rather than below and basically it was too short. At this point, I cried. I may have stopped my foot. I certainly had to get a grip and even up the other side. When I'd finished it was even, and the actual cut itself is ok.

But it's too short and I don't like it.

Problem is you can't stick it back on can you? Does it really look awful?

Thank the God of Hairdressing Scissors that it is four weeks today until his birthday and our photoshoot to celebrate it. By then it might be halfway decent, halfway back towards looking like this: