Club Petz Bam Bam the Hamster from IMC Toys

Sometimes there are toys which you look at and you want to run a mile, but your child… your child is completely head over heels. Club Petz Bam Bam the Hamster falls into this category. This cute little pet was made to be added to our madhouse after we disappointed 5-year-old B with the news we couldn’t add another real-life hamster to our 3 cats and 2 dogs menagerie.Club Petz Bam BamThe arrival of Bam Bam was met with ridiculous amounts of excitement, and the moment the “Try Me” button was pressed the squeals of delight began. And I realised this pet would definitely be best confined to the boys’ bedroom.

For the moment Bam Bam is ‘hugged’ he begins shaking and bouncing and giggling with laughter. And that’s the thing. He’s a little loud. And it’s contagious. The boys love him. Cuddled Club Petz Bam BamI can’t knock it. Bam Bam is really cute, and furry. And you can completely see why Bam Bam makes children laugh.

And the boys loved him so much that of course Bam Bam went to bed with them that night. And of course the next day they insisted on taking Bam Bam with them for their sleepover at Grandma & Grampy’s (oh, I tried to contain my laughter!).

So, yes, Bam Bam is definitely one to bring smiles and laughter into the life of a child. And Bam Bam makes it really easy to get a child in a sulk to have a strop when you’ve managed to make them laugh by putting Bam Bam on their stomach. But Bam Bam is loud. Bam Bam is best creating happiness in a child’s bedroom. And then life is good. Cuddled Club Petz Bam BamIMC’s Club Petz Bam Bam retails for £19.99 and can be found at Argos, Amazon, Tesco and other retailers.

Disclosure: We received IMC’s Club Petz Bam Bam for the purpose of this review. All thoughts and opinions are our own.

Why I’m a bad mother

I didn’t realise it, it just crept up on me. I have never compared my children but somehow I ended up treating them differently. And as I prepared for a meeting with the Head and the boys’ teacher it became clear. Why I’m a bad mother.

Like most/ all mothers. I just want my children to do well. But somewhere. Between the boys starting school in September and my meeting with the school in June. I had changed.

My first question to my daughter when she returns home: “Did you have a good day at school?”

To my sons: “Did you behave at school today?”

I am a bad mother.

What could possibly be going through the minds of my boys?

My daughter has never not wanted to go to school.
Even when I naughtily tried to persuade her not to go (she was feeling poorly and the day was going to be particularly tough for my hubby and I was working away), she agreed to have a day off, went to sleep, woke the next morning and went to school.Why I'm a bad motherMy boys regularly wake up wanting it to be the weekend or wanting it to be the school holidays.

And I let them down.

I found myself participating in a few threads this week on my multiple mums Facebook page.

I found myself again appreciating the difference in raising boys.

I found myself voicing how different I have found the Reception year with my sons in comparison to my daughter.

And I feel like a bad parent.

Because I know my boys are awesome. 

But I haven’t been prepared for raising boys.

My boisterous boys.Twin fun in multipleI know I wouldn’t have them any other way.

They are loving, caring, feisty, raucous, physical, naughty, cheeky, intelligent, funny boys.

They don’t like being bored.

They don’t like being told what to do.

They don’t like people being mean.

So what are they doing wrong?

 Or what am I doing wrong as their mother?Twin mom

And yes.

It’s all about what I’m doing wrong.

Because they’re five.

They are five.

Let them live.

Let them learn.

Let them be loved.

A Twin Education: Separating Twins

I wrote a little while ago about a decision that was playing on our mind. For many, choosing the right school is one of the most difficult decisions. It was an easy one for us, we have a fantastic primary school on our doorstep. The minefield we were met with was that of a school with a two-form entry. For us, our minefield has been that of ‘To separate or not to separate’. It has been a consideration from the moment their sibling started school, if only the school had been smaller we’d have just had to cope!Twins at 5My initial instinct was to separate but then life took hold. And at first it was easy. The school determine class allocation based on whether or not your child is at morning or afternoon nursery. In the height of laziness we weren’t thinking of taking one child in the morning, picking them up, taking the other an hour later, etc. It made sense for them to be in the same session.

And then, when it came to thinking about separating them, there seemed no benefit. Everything was ticking along, everyone was happy.

And then they started school.

I guess the easiest way to think about it, is on the basis you have a sibling. Can you imagine what you’d be like in the same classroom? Familiar? Reliant? 

And then there’s that intangible – the bond between twins.

The boys are the best of friends, they are similar in tastes and ability, when they get bored, they wind each other up, they don’t mind who’s watching. When they’re winding each other up, it’s likely to result in taunting, which probably results in an arm or leg flying. They’re 5-year-old boys. Why wouldn’t it?

When the boys get excited, they are exceptional, their laughter is truly contagious, they fly on each other’s enthusiasm.

And the ball of energy which might be one child really is compounded into a greater mass when there are two.

I don’t look at the boys and wonder how they’ll cope without the other. They have known another sibling all their lives, and there is never a moment when she is out of things, the twin bond is always there when they sleep, they always gravitate to the other, but there is no interdependence. 

And so, today has been a great weight lifted.

I was dreading meeting with the Head and the boys’ teacher. To reflect on a half term of monitoring. To consider the future.

I went in and with a deep breath explained why we think it would be in the boys benefit for them to be separated in Year 1.

To the response: “I agree”.

Oh my.

There is a sense of relief and trepidation.

Relief because there was no ‘fight’ no case to win. The school was, as they have always been, completely understanding and supportive.

But now, to support the boys, to help them understand the benefits. 

More friends to invite to their birthday party might just be a winner!

Bye Bye Milk Teeth

Another milestone is upon us. The first of the milk teeth has fallen.
It has the sharp intake of breath.
One of my boys, my babies, has lost his first milk tooth.Losing your first tooth - bye bye milk teethAnd of course he couldn’t be prouder.
As I hold back tears.
It’s ok.
He really isn’t old enough yet.
His first milk tooth didn’t fall out of its own accord.
For I am a mum of boys.

He went out on his scooter the other month, and scooted towards the beach he scoots towards most days.
But this was the day he’d stumble and catch his tooth on the handlebar.
And we’d have a rushed trip to the dentist.
And it would be ok, he could wobble it when it was less tender and it would fall out.

Then they’d be the phone call.
That (somehow) he had collided with a child on lunch break at school.
And it looked painful. His tooth.
Coincidentally, he’d had a check up booked for the dentist that afternoon.
Of course it was the other front tooth.

And so it came to be.

Two wobbly front tooth.

Until this.
The head contact had won the race.A cheeky letter from a five year-old to the tooth fairy - bye bye milk teethThe best bit about these siblings?
A big sister to show you the way!

Living Arrows 21/52

This week’s Living Arrows post is one of the random places you decide to pull out your camera. But Saturday was a first for me, I took my children to the cinema.

They’re not deprived! They’ve been to the cinema lots, as treats- with grandma and grampy, with friends, and for parties. But never with me.

I’ll be honest, once someone took them and the ‘first’ had happened, I didn’t feel the motivation. The attention span of my 5 year old’s doesn’t fill me with confidence.

And I sort out don’t mind that, I’d rather they loved to play rather than sit still for long(ish) periods of time. But still, the cinema holds so many wonderful memories for me, there is still the pull of the big screen.

And life plays its course, thanks to the lovely Sarah from Boo, Roo & Tigger Too I was able to take the three of them.

And it was wonderful. I needed this time out with my children.

And their smiles.

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The cheeky face of B Living Arrows

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Whilst they can make life so challenging, especially in the mornings, when they seem to find something which is wrong- “daddy turned my socks inside out”, “mummy, I don’t like you brushing my hair, why can’t you brush it like daddy”, there is usually at least one onslaught of tears.

Returning from school is not much better, for children who create so much about getting into their uniforms they protest just as much at the idea of getting changed out of them.

But then there are the evenings, when everything is just getting a bit to fraught for no understandable reasoning. And you ask them where they want to go. And all three of them start chanting “Jackson’s Bay”. 

And life is good.Jackson's Bay Siblings at Jackson's Bay Jackson's Bay Jackson's Bay Siblings at Jackson's Bay Siblings at Jackson's Bay

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My Living Arrows for this week really does go back to when our little people were just a dream in our eyes.
My 30th birthday, when I was less than 12 weeks pregnant, and we were on a cruise down the Nile.
It seems such a great way to celebrate turning 30 when we booked it, but getting to the 12 week figure was so important to us, and the sweltering temperatures of August in Egypt were too much even for me.
And with all of this, we were on a tight budget. For my 30th Mr J gave me a scarab charm, and as it seems to this day, it was not what he had imagined.

This week an email landed in my inbox ’30th birthday present’.
And the next day it arrived.
And this is what is does:

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I had forgotten what wasn’t.

I had held onto what was.

My favourite photos of our trip.

The times of smiles and not hauled up in our cabin rehydrating and napping.

Of my scarab.

Thank you Mr J. xxx
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So, it’s week 2 of using my new-found photography skills out on my children. The downside is I’m now spotting the flaws in my photos… but fortunately with subjects which I love so much, I’ll overlook my flaws.

And so, week 18 is another from the beach. I think I might have started over thinking things. But even so, I love the little nuances of my children which I love so much, that are there, in spite of my photography skills.

Onwards and upwards.Living Arrows B Living Arrows CM Living Arrows E Living Arrows

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