I like to think it is the Power of Positive Thought that saw the Baby Boy sleeping from 11.30pm until 7.30 this morning in his own cot with little more than a pat of his back, the stroke of his soft little head and a "sssh, good boy" to settle him. The two year old wasn't quite as accommodating, waking up at 5.30am, but she went straight to sleep once she was snuggled cosily between mummy and daddy.
The dummies that I bought in desperation are sitting redundantly on my bedside cabinet - which is absolutely fine with me.
Our refuse collection service has suffered a lot of disruption due to bank holidays and bad weather. So much so that we are practically drowning in our seasonally boosted recycling and other rubbish. It was reassuring this morning to hear the low grumbling of the idle engine of a large vehicle, see the orange flashing light penetrating the gloom of my room through the slightly open curtains and then hear the unmistakable sound of glass bottles and jars clanging together as they are poured from the recycling bin to be taken away. With the kids back at school, husband back at work and ripped off wrapping paper rubbish mountain being dealt with, Christmas is well and truly over for another year.
I took Ivy shopping yesterday to buy her some new gym clothes (which was part of a Christmas promise). We managed to dent the credit card a bit in the Sport Shop but then went on to give it a proper hammering in the Asda sale. True to my 11 things for 2011 to inject some colour into my wardrobe, I bought myself a RED top.... but then crumbled under the pressure and bought an identical one in black and three other tops in shades of black. Still, it's a start!
Also with my '11 things..' in mind, I am planning Phase One of a grand sort out to rid my life of anything that is neither beautiful or useful.... starting with the washing up pile (!) .... and then there's the ironing to tackle. Yes I think I can categorically say that Christmas is well and truly over.
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Five Family Fun Games (review)
In the post-Christmas lull before school resumed, we have had plenty of time for family games.
Five such games that we have played are:
Pass the bomb was great fun. Press the button on the cartoon style fused 'bomb' and it starts to tick. The illustrated cards give you a location such as: at the beach, camping, in space. The aim is to name something that could be found at the location and pass the bomb to the next player before it 'explodes'. The timer on the bomb is random to make it unpredictable, adding to the excitement and pace of the game. The bomb exploding signals the end of play and whoever is left holding it loses that round.
Some of our suggestions for things that could be found at any given location became quite bizarre as the game progressed although still grounded in logic and therefore permissible by our adjudication. It started to be a new challenge to give the whackiest acceptable answer.
And then, of course, there is that horrible moment when your mind just goes blank and the ticking bomb is in your hands and will you be able to come up with an answer quickly enough so you can pass the bomb to the next pla .....kabooom!!!
There is something delightfully wholesome about playing a good old-fashioned game like snakes & ladders and ludo. This set has a pirate twist for extra appeal. The double sided playing board is good quality and colourfully illustrated.
From an educational point of view, it teaches turn taking, number and counting skills and in the case of ludo, a certain amount of strategy.
I do feel that the manufacturers missed a trick though by failing to extend the pirate theme to the counters. 'Pieces of eight' would have been a lovely touch or maybe dressing up props to create a total immersion pirate experience.
Having said that, there is nothing stopping you delving into your own dressing up box for a 'Pirate Games Tournament'. As ideas go, that's not bad. I might just organise it and let you know how we get on!
Like Jolly Octopus, Pig Goes Pop is another game based on a lovely, friendly, cartoon-style character. The roll of a special dice determines which coloured burger you are to feed the open mouthed, expectant porcine mammal with the big appetite. On the base of the burger is a number which corresponds to the number of times you must then 'pump' piggy's head. The pumping action inflates the belly of our rotund friend to the point that his jacket pops undone and his arms fly into the air in protest, signalling the end of the game.

As for the 'popping' part, it never really seemed to happen all at once in the dramatic fashion that, for example, the Buckaroo horse would kick off its weighty burden. The coat would gradually loosen and the arms would half pop up either before or after the belt buckle finally popped open. It tended to be a bit anti-climactic.
It is basically Buckaroo for beginners. Timmy is clicked down into the base which raises his arms and a leg onto which you must carefully hang his accessories. The ears are also suitable for hanging or balancing on.
The most difficult of the accessories to place was Timmy's bib that can really only be placed in one position.
Five such games that we have played are:
- Pass the Bomb Junior £12.99
- Pirate Snakes and Ladders and Ludo £8.99
- Ravensburger Jolly Octopus Game £16.99
- Pig Goes Pop Action Game £16.99
- Timmy Time Pop Up Game £9.99
| £12.99 |
Some of our suggestions for things that could be found at any given location became quite bizarre as the game progressed although still grounded in logic and therefore permissible by our adjudication. It started to be a new challenge to give the whackiest acceptable answer.
And then, of course, there is that horrible moment when your mind just goes blank and the ticking bomb is in your hands and will you be able to come up with an answer quickly enough so you can pass the bomb to the next pla .....kabooom!!!
| £8.99 |
From an educational point of view, it teaches turn taking, number and counting skills and in the case of ludo, a certain amount of strategy.
I do feel that the manufacturers missed a trick though by failing to extend the pirate theme to the counters. 'Pieces of eight' would have been a lovely touch or maybe dressing up props to create a total immersion pirate experience.
Having said that, there is nothing stopping you delving into your own dressing up box for a 'Pirate Games Tournament'. As ideas go, that's not bad. I might just organise it and let you know how we get on!
| £16.99 |
The Jolly Octopus game was my least favourite of the five games. It required batteries and a small amount of assembly, which when done meant it did not fit back into the box.
The jolly octopus himself is vibrantly coloured and friendly looking. Press his head and music plays as his tentacles wave up and down and round. The aim of the game is to take it in turns to grab the little coloured crabs nestling in the crevices of the rock on which the octopus is perched with the tweezers provided, without touching the tentacles.
If the tentacles are touched, the ticklish octopus stops moving and giggles signalling the end of your turn.
The things I did not like about this game are:
- the fact that it does not fit back inside the box once assembled is a 'tidy away' issue
- the head sits quite loosely on the body and is prone to being knocked off and potentially lost
- the little crabs are a fiddle to position in their crevices and would need some sort of storage bag to prevent them from getting lost
- it is frustratingly difficult to play
The thing I did like about this game was watching my two year old deliberately touching the tentacles to hear the octopus giggle and imitating it!
| £16.99 |
Like Jolly Octopus, Pig Goes Pop is another game based on a lovely, friendly, cartoon-style character. The roll of a special dice determines which coloured burger you are to feed the open mouthed, expectant porcine mammal with the big appetite. On the base of the burger is a number which corresponds to the number of times you must then 'pump' piggy's head. The pumping action inflates the belly of our rotund friend to the point that his jacket pops undone and his arms fly into the air in protest, signalling the end of the game.
I loved the simplicity of the concept of this game. The dice throwing part was a good learning experience for the two year old, along with matching the colour thrown on the dice to the burgers.
The two year old enjoyed posting the burgers into the pig's mouth but the pumping part proved a bit tricky. I was never quite sure if we were doing it right.
As for the 'popping' part, it never really seemed to happen all at once in the dramatic fashion that, for example, the Buckaroo horse would kick off its weighty burden. The coat would gradually loosen and the arms would half pop up either before or after the belt buckle finally popped open. It tended to be a bit anti-climactic.
The most satisfying part, for me, was twisting the tail to release the air pressure of the inflated belly before the game could begin again.
| £9.99 |
The Timmy Time character from this game was instantly recognisable to the two year old from the TV. The sheep needed to be slotted onto the base and some stickers applied before play could commence.
It is basically Buckaroo for beginners. Timmy is clicked down into the base which raises his arms and a leg onto which you must carefully hang his accessories. The ears are also suitable for hanging or balancing on.
The most difficult of the accessories to place was Timmy's bib that can really only be placed in one position.
It was challenging, but not impossible, to load Timmy with all his accessories. If you are not careful, he springs loose from his base, arms and leg relax, he drops his load and you must start again.
The two year old thought it was hilarious every time Timmy dropped his load and it became the outcome she sought in favour of actually completing the challenge.
I thought Timmy himself was gorgeous and I loved all his little accessories but I was bit disappointed in the mechanism for setting the game up ready to begin loading. It took quite a few attempts to get him to click into position, with all the players thinking they had the technique or the magic touch.
Apart from that, it was fun little game with lots of appeal.
In order of merit, as decided by my family, the best game is:
**PASS THE BOMB JUNIOR**
followed by:
TIMMY TIME
PIRATE SNAKES & LADDERS/ LUDO
PIG GOES POP
JOLLY OCTOPUS
The Humming Method
The Baby Boy HATES his new dummy. A cold latex teat is no substitute for warm mummy flesh.
However, the fact that I bought the dummy seems to have alerted my husband to the gravity of the situation. Instead of leaving it to me to deal with hours upon hours of on off comfort night feeding, my husband took it upon himself to hum the baby to sleep - with a great deal of success.
Now when I say 'hum' what I actually mean is a low, gravelly, groaning noise that somehow manages to reverberate through the fabric of the house. I wouldn't be surprised if it registered on the Richter scale (note to self - check internet for reports of minor earthquakes detected in the Shropshire area). It is a miracle that the whole household wasn't 'hummed' awake - even more of a miracle that the baby boy did in fact settle and sleep for a good part of the night in his own cot.
I'm not sure if my husband's vocal chords (or indeed the crumbly plaster on our walls) can withstand night after night of the Humming Method so I am hoping that just by breaking the habit of sleeping all night in my arms, latched on to my poor overused boobs, we will be able to re establish the baby's old habit of sleeping through the night in his cot without any disturbance.
It would certainly help to put the spring back in my step and give me the best possible chance of coping with whatever the New Year throws in my direction. Fingers crossed for a Dummy/Hummy Free peaceful night of silent slumber.
However, the fact that I bought the dummy seems to have alerted my husband to the gravity of the situation. Instead of leaving it to me to deal with hours upon hours of on off comfort night feeding, my husband took it upon himself to hum the baby to sleep - with a great deal of success.
Now when I say 'hum' what I actually mean is a low, gravelly, groaning noise that somehow manages to reverberate through the fabric of the house. I wouldn't be surprised if it registered on the Richter scale (note to self - check internet for reports of minor earthquakes detected in the Shropshire area). It is a miracle that the whole household wasn't 'hummed' awake - even more of a miracle that the baby boy did in fact settle and sleep for a good part of the night in his own cot.
I'm not sure if my husband's vocal chords (or indeed the crumbly plaster on our walls) can withstand night after night of the Humming Method so I am hoping that just by breaking the habit of sleeping all night in my arms, latched on to my poor overused boobs, we will be able to re establish the baby's old habit of sleeping through the night in his cot without any disturbance.
It would certainly help to put the spring back in my step and give me the best possible chance of coping with whatever the New Year throws in my direction. Fingers crossed for a Dummy/Hummy Free peaceful night of silent slumber.
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