Monday, 29th June 2015
WHEW! I need a holiday! It's been all GO-GO-GO here at Mum Made HQ!
We haven't yet managed to get to the new Minions Movie, but hope to in the upcoming school holidays - we have major minion-fans here <3
Congratulations to our latest competition winner Mel Hancock who has won one of our awesome new minion-inspired beanies!
If you missed out this time, you can get yours now HERE
Available from NB to adults sized for HIM or HER
Thanks to our newest supplier Just Stitches, who creates some amazing crochet goodies including a Star Blanket and Sesame Street-inspired baby rattles, just to name a few, and are available at www.mummade.co.nz
make sure to follow us on facebook and instagram to be in to win our next competition!
Wednesday, 24th June 2015
not crazy about crazy hair day
I was so smug about how organised I had been about Crazy Hair Day at Boy 4's preschool today. I'd taken him to the $2 shop yesterday and let him go nuts, picking out the horns (labeled Girls Night Out accessory) and some glow-in-the-dark orange hairspray. He could barely go to sleep, he was so excited about the head of super duper orange he'd be sporting the next day.
6 am: "CAN YOU SPRAY MY HAIR NOW? CAN YOU SPRAY MY HAIR NOW?"
I took him outside, wrapped him in an old shirt of mine to protect his clothes from the insane level of orange that would be coming out of that can. So I sprayed. Shook and sprayed, shook and sprayed. NOTHING. Nothing but plain old hairspray, not a speck of orange in sight. He is giving me the gleeful look I've ever seen, anticipating that he would be winning the Craziest Hair Award that day.
He scurries off to the mirror and I just wait for what's coming. 1...2...aaaaah, there it is, the wailing shriek whine that only he knows how to achieve. I'm going to save you from the 20+ minutes of tantrums and negotiations. He finally agreed to me using the green facepaint that's been sitting in the cupboard from last Halloween. He even agreed to let me take a photo, the photo I hoped would appease his utter devastation over the dysfunctional orange hairspray from the "you had ONE job" category.
He let me take the photo. Doesn't mean he had to be happy about it.
Here it is.
By Stacey Edgar - Realistic Kidface
Tuesday, 16th June 2015
like a grape...
For the past 10 days, our house has been abuzz with Monarch butterfly fever. Boy 4 found a little caterpillar on the leaf of our swan plant out front. All summer, we'd eagerly count them as they got nice and plump on the plant, only to be picked off by the wasps. This time, we were determined to see the little guy through. We cut four healthy branches, put them in water and found him a prime spot in our kitchen. For breakfast, Boy 4 would even bring him to the table so that we could happily admire his striped pal. We tracked his progress and we even lost him at one point, only to find him chilling on a painting in the kitchen.
When we went to bed last night, he was still hanging upside down from the leaf. The kids were delighted when they saw that he'd formed into a chrysalis overnight! Not only that, there were eggs on the branch, and another wee caterpillar chomping away on a leaf. I carefully boxed it up and took it to Boy 4's preschool so that they could see the entire cycle and get to watch the miracle of a glorious Monarch butterfly emerge from its cocoon. Boy 4, classmates, teachers - all so excited, marvelling about how unusually late in the season it is for this natural wonder. Went off to work with warm fuzzies about the exciting day of learning ahead for the children.
Cut to pick up time, I practically skipped to his school, ready to hear all about it. I had sacrificed taking it in to my preschool to share with my students, because I knew how invested Boy 4's class was. I'd promised my students that I'd bring in a cutting with the eggs so we could follow their journey. I walked into Boy 4's centre, only to be greeted by his teacher's solemn face. Apparently, the children had gathered around the plant to start their lesson with her. 30 seconds in, a girl squashed the delicate little chrysalis between her chubby little fingers, like a grape. I was shocked at how disappointed I felt, and a bit miffed at the girl, even though I completely recognise the fact that she's only 4 and couldn't help herself. But geeeeeeeez girl, that caterpillar worked his butt off to get that far!
The kids actually did end up learning a valuable lesson about the cycle of life, just not exactly the way that the grown ups had hoped for!
Farewell, stripey friend, we'll always have Paris (or in this case, our kitchen bench.)
By Stacey Edgar - Realistic Kidface