Egg-stremely tired

photoFirst day of the Easter hols and Iz is clearly something of a tweenager as she absolutely, positively will not move from the slumber of her bed, like she is being held their be a powerful magnet.

It’s the low growls and grunts, Isabelle’s fine when she is up coaxing her from the Sofia the First bedsheets  was something even a trained police negotiator would struggle with.

She’s more Isabelle the Last, to get up that is. (Obviously I’m just jealous)

The Colouring Purple

DSC_3685Purple, it’s one of Iz’s favourite colours and she loves her drawing and colouring, we even have a gallery of sorts in the kitchen – cue Tony Hart inspired music.

I often tried to get something on The Gallery section of Take Hart or Hart Beat when I was little, but to no avail. Both Sarah and I did Art & Design at GCSE level, with me continuing it to A-levels, so it perhaps wasn’t that much of a surprise that Iz had a penchant for paint and pens.

Isabelle is quite the expert at colouring in with her precision and not going over the lines, although that always reminds me of that old Rob Newman (no relation) sketch from Newman and Baddiel in Pieces. You know, the one the one where he says it doesn’t matter if you stay in the lines or not. View that sketch here.

Talking of colouring in I see there is a new (collect them fortnightly) colouring in magazine for adults, which is all meant to be very therapeutic.

DSC_3688And I’ve just bought Sarah a book of such adult colourings as she rather fancied giving it a go. Personally, I love the idea of the some of the colouring books for adults that you can get, which includes everything from album covers, scenes from horror films and er Benedict Cumberbatch.

I do remember my brother and I having The A-Team colouring book, but to be fair i was only about eight.

For me it was always felt tips for drawing, I loved my A3 flip pads I would get at Christmas, and my brother and I used to get an A4 pad each Christmas for our Nanna, each monikered with ‘Dean’s Pad’ and ‘Gavin’s Pad,’

I even recall selling some of my cartoon drawings – the likes of The Pink Panther, Bugs Bunny and Scooby-Doo – in the playground at junior school. Happily Iz is a fan of those very same shows I watched (as well as their more recent incarnations) so perhaps she’ll be Scooby-Doo-dling before long?

Princess Isabelle

DSC_3652It was grandma’s birthday recently and Isabelle insisted on picking the cake, which just so happened to come with its very own tiara.

Of course grandma got to feel regal for all of about five minutes when she was toppled from her throne and Iz seized the crown and she became the rightful heir, all very Game of Thrones, just with less nudity and violence.

To be fair Iz just liked the tiara, which apparently made the cake taste much better when you wore it, although I’m not so sure Sarah would concur with that.

It did take Iz….


a while to figure out…


just how to wear her crown though…


or should that be who should wear her crown?


I don’t think Missy was too fussed about the crown, she was far more interested in any cake fragments. She’d have an awfully long wait!


Chicken pox: the itchy and scratchy show

Recently Iz had chicken pox…

Yep, Iz has chicken pox. Most of her class fell before her and she was only going to outrun it for so long.

According to Sarah, Iz looked a little forlorn as she waited to be picked up from school once it was discovered she was infected, although she was happy that she didn’t have any on her face and also announced that she no longer liked chickens a they had given her the pox.

Of course it wasn’t long before a few spots became legion, which is apt as many more and she’d start to look like Regan in The Exorcist.

And with the spots came the lotion (cue Buffalo Bill impression) to soothe the intense itchiness. We even went and bought some porridge oats and wet them in an old pair of tights (Sarah’s not my old Robin Hood ones) and squeeze them until a milky substance came out into the bath. Who knew?

It seemed to do the trick, I had to go out and buy some especially, which is probably a good thing as I don’t think it would have worked quite so well with tights full of Frosties. I guess they wouldn’t have worked so grrreat!

Apart with a couple of traumas with the cream application and nighttime itching it wasn’t long before Iz was back to her normal self and was back to school after a week after spots had scabbed over.

Lazy Song: Isabelle Vs Bruno Mars

We were lucky enough to see Bruno Mars live at the O2 in late 2013 in what was the best live concert either Sarah or I had ever seen.

Isabelle’s always loved a bit of Bruno, from singing in the car to bopping in the living room, the latter so much so that we have to keep a Bruno special on our Sky + box for whenever the urge takes Iz.

The latest Bruno song of the moment for Iz is Lazy Song, you know the one with Bruno and the blokes wearing monkey heads dancing round a living room.

All the more apt then that Iz loves dancing to it in her living room then, and her favourite moment? It’s the bit where Bruno and simian pals pull their trousers down of course!

Stars in their Iz: The Punisher

For Iz’s second party of the weekend she was headed to The Fun Factory, think Fun House meets The Running Man via Rollerball, where all the kids would be jostling for position in a giant Crystal Maze-style soft play centre full of climbing nets, giant slides and tunnels aplenty.

Iz was clearly taking no prisoners as she went dressed as The Punisher (sort of), think of her as more The Punisher: Play Zone than The Punisher: War Zone, can’t see Dolph Lundgren or Thomas Jane in a sparkly skull top mind!

It was all quite apt as I was once dubbed ‘The Pun-isher’ in a previous job on account of of my wordplay with news and story headlines for my media releases.

The Punisher: Play Zone
The Punisher: Play Zone
The Punisher: War Zone
The Punisher: War Zone

Ain’t no party like a 5 club party

The solar eclipse may have been a rare occurrence but that other rarity happened recently, the double kids party weekender.

Two days of fifth birthdays, two days of cheesy balls, orange squash and screaming…oh dear lord, the screaming!

We were at a kids party (number one) in a typically echoey church hall with a DJ blasting out the kid friendly hits. He may have peaked early as he’s already played his Let It Go and Everything is Awesome card not 15 minutes into his ‘set’.

We’ve also had Barbie World…only time will tell if we end of Cotton Eye Joeing or Scatman Johning it…personally I think it would be go down a storm if we had a spot of Star Trekkin, Doctrin’ The Tardis (dubious with Gary Glitter sample though to be fair) or anything by the KLF.

Well, it took a further 20 mins for Cotton Eye Joe to appear. Clearly this is as much for the adults as well as we followed that up with Let’s Get Ready to Rhumble by Ant and Dec, I saw them performing it live on the Bananas in Pyjamas Roadshow at Minehead Butlins…oddly it was the same day that I also got to meet Arthur C.Clarke. I must point out he was from their but was at a local bookshop and wasn’t on the Roadshow or at Butlins.

I think the most amazing entertainment we ever had at a kids party was a Blues Brothers tribute act – to be fair the dad of the boy was Jake or Elwood – but it was pretty unexpectedly amazing stuff. Anything is a bonus of course as long as it isn’t Mr Tumble (shudder).

It a packed programme of events we had traditional favourite, pass the parcel, musical bumps, which Iz loved and made the final few, and the foam machine a huuuuuuge hit. We also had the Thunderbirds theme, by Barry Gray none that Busted rubbish, blaring out which they all marched round the hall to.

And we had an X Factor style comp, singing along to bob the builder, well, more screeching meets pinky and perky to be precise. Think the interrogation scene in A Clockwork Orange meets the head exploding scene in Scanners.

fun time had by all and party bag, balloon animal collected and full of e numbers it’s time to go home…  


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