The Fourth Gift of Christmas : The Adventures of The Salty Sea Dog by Boodle Boutique.

The Fourth Gift of Christmas is a beautifully illustrated childrens book The Adventures of The Salty Sea Dog by Boodle Boutique.
The story is about the animals living in Boodle Land and centres around Dave the Dog, a fisherman who finds himself stranded at sea.

The Third Gift of Christmas : A Christmas Tea Gift Box by Victoria Mae Designs

The third gift of Christmas is one for Mummy's and Nanny's and anyone you know who is a tea lover! I was sent this gorgeous Christmas Tea Gift Box from Victoria Mae Designs, a gift that could not be more up my street. I am a tea drinker, I don't like coffee and I enjoy having a variety of flavours to choose from. If you are looking for a unique gift for someone special or you just want to get in the Christmas spirit, then this gift set is definitely one for you!

The Second Gift of Christmas : Bugs and Butterflies Craft Box by Oglee Poglee

 The second gift of Christmas is a Bugs and Butterflies craft box from Oglee Poglee. This isn't any ordinary craft box with a few crayons and a stickers, this an adventure activity box to encourage creativity and story telling!

The First Gift of Christmas : The Christmas Elf by A Homemade Home

The first gift of Christmas is our jolly Christmas Elf from A Homemade Home. 
This guy has really got me excited for Christmas now, he's so cute!
The Christmas Elf Box is gift wrapped especially for the recipient, I told Finley his was sent to him from the North Pole by Father Christmas! Inside is your very own Santa's Elf, you can choose a boy or a girl and they are hand made with detailed faces and clothes. The Elf is 25cm tall and has velcro hands so they can hang from anywhere.

Christmas is Coming Bitches! Reviews, Giveaways and Discounts For All!

Christmas is coming bitches! Oh yeah, seven Mondays or fifty two sleeps or whatever crazy stats send you into desperate, panic mode! Its happening! Have you started yet? Have you finished? Have you bought you're first pack of Cadburys Snowballs or Peppa Pig Advent calender? Are you getting really stressed out just from reading this post, because I am just from writing it!

The good news is I've got some amazing Christmas reviews, discounts and giveaways coming up on the blog over the next couple of weeks! I'm running a 12 Gifts of Christmas Series, starting tomorrow and I am so chuffed with the products I'm representing. They are all unique and special gifts - the kind you wont find on the High Street. Many are handmade and designed with love by independent and local businesses.
The even better news is they aren't just gifts for the kids, there's some great ones for the Mummy's and Daddy's too!

Pop back tomorrow for our first giveaway, a cheeky Christmas Elf sent from Santa!

George Osborne Is Taxing My Vagina

George Osborne is literally taxing my vagina, and I voted for him, the bastard.

Maybe I should have voted Labour, in particular for Stella Creasy who addressed the Commons last week about vagina added tax and forced some old, pompous guys to say the terrible word 'tampon'. She seems like the kind of girl I could get on well with, even if she doesn't like Jaffa Cakes.
But anyway its too late for all that now, I've just got to carry on living in a country where my natural and involuntary biological body processes are deemed as cosmetic and optional.

It is after all, terribly extravagant of me to menstruate.

When Your Toddler Goes Feral

My son, ninety five percent of the time is a really loving and empathetic child. He loves a cuddle, a big snotty kiss goodbye, a snuggle up on the sofa. He's kind to his animals, he'll kiss you better when you stumble over his train track, he'll share his biscuits when asked. He is by nature, a kind soul.
However, every now and then - every 5% of the time my son goes fucking feral. Maybe he's just too good, reaches his limit and needs to go bat shit crazy to release his inner demons, I don't know.
Case in point, last week when upon Nursery pick up my husband was summoned to sign an Incident Form, because our darling boy had held his best friend in a headlock and wouldn't let go.
Not only did he hold this kid down like Hulk Hogan high on Meth, he then refused to apologise and kept shuffling out of the 'quiet corner' where he been put to consider what he'd done.