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A Tip For Tired Mums

November 17, 2010

I’ve done this quite a few times. Especially when I’m REALLY tired at night. Like, I-am-not-sure-I-can-move tired. I flop myself down on the bed and the kids grab a tub of moisturising cream and draw pictures on my feet. My job is to guess what they are drawing or what story they are telling. It’s just what a [...]

Be A Fun Mum Cards: Imagine . Inspire . Enjoy

June 16, 2010

I’m pleased to introduce the Be A Fun Mum Cards: Imagine . Inspire . Enjoy. My daughters and I brainstormed fun activities and positive rewards, and the end result is the Be A Fun Mum Cards. How to use the Be A Fun Mum Cards 1. Print, laminate, cut and place in a Glad Bag. Keep the cards in your [...]

Guest Post : Reading

June 4, 2010

Many of us have wonderful childhood memories of being read to, and reading favourite books. I have a lasting memory of the pride I felt when I read a book in its entirety at the age of 6. It was called Mortimer K Saves the Day! [by R Gelman]. My love of books has been passed on [...]

Whose House? Paper Craft

April 23, 2010

Here’s an easy paper craft: Whose House? You will need Whose House? Craft Template (click to access PDF file) Drawing pencils Sticky Tape Instructions 1. Allow child to colour in Whose House? Page One. 2. Allow child to colour Whose House? Page Two 3. Adult to cut along three sides of all windows and door of Whose House? [...]

Story Friday: Wordless

March 8, 2010

While reading a children’s book, do you pause to ask your child their opinion on what the character is feeling? Are they sad or happy? Surprised or frightened? Angry or confused? Do you ever allow your child to interpret the pictures into a story? A wordless story is a wonderful way to introduce story telling and empathy [...]

Story Friday : Munchkin Pumpkin

February 27, 2010

This story / endearment is inspired by my sister: a brilliant FunAunty. I’m blessed to have a beautiful sister to love my children. When I was writing and thinking about this conversation my sister has with my daughter, I remembered my own mother; what she used to call my three sisters and I. We all had different sausage [...]

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