Drayton Manor & Thomas Land

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In the last week of the Summer Holidays, my husband had a week booked off. Given that he worked 14 hour days, Tuesday through to Saturday, time together as a family is rare and special. Conversation between us had brought up the topic of what to do with his week off: trips to the seaside, theme parks, visits to friends down south etc. What it all came back to was cost. We didn’t want to spend a fortune in a week  considering Christmas was looming on the horizon as was a second maternity leave. We both felt that if we spent hundreds on a variety of trips, it was money that could have gone towards a holiday in 2018.

One morning, while my husband was having a lie in before he set off to work, I got my laptop out and started looking at possibilities for that week while our son watched some kids breakfast TV. I ended up on the Drayton Manor website.


Given that it’s a good couple of hours drive away from our home in Wakefield, West Yorkshire, I clicked on short breaks and entered dated for the first two days of September – I was pleasantly surprised….in fact, I was so surprised at the deal I found, I thought it must be wrong! The deal included:

  • Two days in the park, including Thomas Land, for all three of us.
  • A triple room in the hotel with bed and breakfast (there were no family rooms left)
  • Admission to VertiGO Tots for our little man (which is a toddler version of Go Ape!)

Total: £150! That’s £50 each for all of that! 

I was convinced that someone was going to ring me and tell me that the deal was wrong, and they did ring me, but only to book in the slot on VertiGO Tots. They also do Thomas Themed rooms but the prices were a lot more for this so we stuck to the standard room.


We showed L a video on YouTube that someone had taken of their visit and he was very excited to know that he could go on all the rides and see Thomas. Despite the long drive (for a three year old anyway), he was so good and happy to look out of the window and sing along to songs from my iPod.


Arriving around 10:30am, we picked up our tickets from the hotel reception but couldn’t check in until later so we headed towards the park and left our things in the car. To save money further, I had packed a cool bag with picnic goodies so we packed up my husbands backpack to take in with us for our lunch. We were given a map in the hotel and it looked like a huge park but when we got in there, it actually wasn’t as big as the map showed and it was a pleasant and short walk towards Thomas Land, which our son was so excited about I thought he might combust!

Firstly I was impressed by how big Thomas Land was, with twenty rides/attractions and it being the summer holidays, I found myself glad that we had two days to enjoy it all so we didn’t have to rush or worry about queuing and our excited little man was really patient in waiting his turn. We quickly discovered he was 0.95m tall, so there were only three rides that he was not able to enjoy: Cranky’s Tower Drop, Troublesome Trucks Runaway Coaster and Terence’s Driving School. There were a few kids getting upset about not being able to go on certain rides but the only one we thought he might be okay on that we got turned away from was Terence’s Driving School and I was really proud that L was accepting of it and just said “When i’m a bigger boy I can go on it.”

His favourite rides were definitely the Rocking Bulstrode, Toby’s Tram Express and Jeremy Jet’s Flying Academy but he honestly enjoyed them all. He was slightly dubious about going on Bertie Bus but his face was a picture when he got off it and came running over to me, he was so proud of himself for being brave and going on it.

Given that I was five months pregnant with our second child, there wasn’t a lot I could go on but we did get to share a few rides together: Sodor Classic Cars and Winston’s Whistle Stop Tours which was cute.

The thing that I liked about Drayton Manor is that it’s super family friendly. There is a real mixture of rides meaning that there is something for everyone, from the big thrill seeker rides, bigger family rides and Thomas Land for the pre-schoolers. Once again my son impressed me, showing me that he’s like his Mummy and Daddy with a love of rides, by going on the Flying Dutchman which flew him high in the air and we had a lovely time on the traditional Carousel together.

We ended our first day with VertiGO Tots. Given that he has been doing Tumble Tots for the last two years, we knew he’d love it and, once he got the hang of the harness, he got more and more confident moving around the course.

We arrived back at the hotel about 4:30pm and, as we checked in, I asked (on the off chance) if they had any family rooms available as we’d only been able to book a triple, which consisted of three single beds. Not a problem for me and the hubby for one night but I was worried that L, who has a tendency to move about a lot in his sleep, might roll out! The nice lady behind reception said that she would look and managed to change the room…at no additional cost! I was already impressed. Little L was very excited about his special bed (aka a sofa bed). When we got in our room, we didn’t have the bedding to make it up so I rang down to reception. No one answered but then they rang back (another impressed tick!) and step someone up immediately who was lovely, polite and chatty. I then realised that we hadn’t brought a nappy for night-time. “I can sleep without a nappy, Mummy.” said our son. “No you can’t.” I said bluntly and sent the hubby off to the nearest shop. He asked at reception and they handed him some! They were the wrong size but I was still very pleased with the level of customer service.

There are two options for evening meal: a grill restaurant just outside the park or an al la carte restaurant in the hotel which also had an option of an All You Can Eat buffet. They also had a kids club between 6:30pm and 8:30pm where Rory the Tiger and the Live Entertainment team come to play with the kids.

The aim was to spend some quality time as a family and entertain our son throughout. Drayton Manor definitely met these needs and we couldn’t have asked for a better couple of days. As well as rides there is a zoo and dinosaur attraction which were both really enjoyable to wander around on our second day, before the rides opened.


A month on and he still asks if he can “got to Thomas Land again next week”. I’ve promised him we will go next year and will look together in school time while I’m on maternity leave as the park will be slightly quieter, not that it was really a huge issue.


Have you been to Drayton Manor? What did you think of it? Can you recommend any other theme parks that would be suitable for a pre-schooler? Comment below or find me on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

This post is not written in conjunction with Drayton Manor. 



That’s Doggie Dokie under his arm, won by me on Donkey Derby…even though I was only against my hubby and son!


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For My Daughter…


I find blogging like buses…you can’t think of anything to write then get lots of inspiration at once. I have a couple of posts hiding in my drafts, waiting to be published and this morning, as I was scrolling through my Facebook, a uni friend who had a little girl, adorably named River, shared this poem which inspired me to write another post.

For My Daughter By Sarah McMane (Poem Source)

“Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.” – Clementine Paddleford

Never play the princess when you can
be the queen:
rule the kingdom, swing a scepter,
wear a crown of gold.
Don’t dance in glass slippers,
crystal carving up your toes —
be a barefoot Amazon instead,
for those shoes will surely shatter on your feet.

Never wear only pink
when you can strut in crimson red,
sweat in heather grey, and
shimmer in sky blue,
claim the golden sun upon your hair.
Colors are for everyone,
boys and girls, men and women —
be a verdant garden, the landscape of Versailles,
not a pale primrose blindly pushed aside.

Chase green dragons and one-eyed zombies,
fierce and fiery toothy monsters,
not merely lazy butterflies,
sweet and slow on summer days.
For you can tame the most brutish beasts
with your wily wits and charm,
and lizard scales feel just as smooth
as gossamer insect wings.

Tramp muddy through the house in
a purple tutu and cowboy boots.
Have a tea party in your overalls.
Build a fort of birch branches,
a zoo of Legos, a rocketship of
Queen Anne chairs and coverlets,
first stop on the moon.

Dream of dinosaurs and baby dolls,
bold brontosaurus and bookish Belle,
not Barbie on the runway or
Disney damsels in distress —
you are much too strong to play
the simpering waif.

Don a baseball cap, dance with Daddy,
paint your toenails, climb a cottonwood.
Learn to speak with both your mind and heart.
For the ground beneath will hold you, dear —
know that you are free.
And never grow a wishbone, daughter,
where your backbone ought to be.

If you’d read other posts you’ll know I’m currently pregnant with the second Roversi child (see pregnancy diaries on the top menu) and we are feeling very lucky to be having a little girl. Already I have been overwhelmed by the amount of pink clothing available, the comments of her being a princess and how she will be looked after her big brother.

img_7561.jpgNow, don’t worry I’m not planning on going all “anti-girly” or spouting lots of feminist quotes. I like a bit of pink (within reason), I love Disney and their princesses (Ariel is my favourite) and I hope that Little L will be a good big brother and look out for his little sister. However…what sticks in my mind is a good friend who has a little girl, let’s call her Little O, who is only a week older than our son. My friend tells her daughter to never be the princess, be the Queen. I admire my friend, as a strong mother and particularly the way she is bringing up her daughter, very much advocating the poem that has inspired this post.

And so, to my unborn daughter…

…I hope that you will grown up to be tough and brave like your big brother and that while you climb a wall or tree, he is there helping and holding your hand (while your Daddy or I hover behind in case either of you fall). I’m already fending off everyones desire to buy pink for you and trying to counteract it by buying different coloured clothing for you when you are born. Wear pink if you want to, but don’t feel restricted by the clothes society expects you to wear. I hope that you will be resilient and, as much as i know that this will make parenting you harder, I hope you have her own mind and you are strong woman in the future. I hope that you are confident enough to be a leader and stand by your passions, even if others have different opinions. Don’t be afraid to follow your dreams, celebrate your talents, work hard and you can achieve anything you want to. I promise that Daddy and I will love, support and guide you the best we can, just like your brother. We will stand by you no matter what. 

Our son has always been very chilled, laid back even and, whilst he is becoming more outspoken and showing a little of that threenager side, we have been grateful that he has been fairly easy so far. As a teenager I am expecting that he will just grunt at me and disappear to his room. Maybe it is wrong and stereotypical of me, but I’m expecting more fireworks with our daughter. I have sisters, nieces and friends with little girls and I see how different they can be. My mum even told my husband, when we found out we were having a girl,

“Well, if she’s anything like our Becka, you’ve got your work cut out!”

I remember being a teenager and it wasn’t easy, for me or my Mum!


See, I wasn’t that bad. I was ironing at a young age 🙂

I know that both our son and daughter will challenge us in different ways…but maybe I’m wishing I could skip the teenager girl bit all together – ha ha. As I say to my students, being a teenage girl is awful, I suppose it’s my job as her Mum to get he through it as best I can…if she’ll let me!

I’m so glad I came across this poem. It’s so inspirational for a little girl and for me, as a mother, about how to raise a little girl. I may even get it printed and put it in a nice frame for her bedroom.

What do you think of this poem? Do you agree/disagree? Have you found a difference between raising boys and girls? Do you have any advice for me? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this post and poem, please comment below or on my Facebook, Twitter or Instagram



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The Gro Company’s Gro-Clock

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A few weeks ago I posted on my Facebook page/Instagram that, at 6:30am after a 5:45am wake up call from my son, I’d ordered a Gro Clock. This was in hope of regularising our morning wake up.


The response from this post was one of interest, as well as a few comments from people who had tried it and it had either worked or hadn’t. With this in mind, I thought I’d write a short post on how the Gro Clock had fit into our lives and its affects.

th-2The theory behind the clock is that it will indicate to your child when it is time to get up. The screen glows either blue with stars (for night-time) or yellow with a sun (for morning) as also features a digital clock so that it is adaptable as your child gets older.

I’d been debating buying one for a while. A close friend used one with her son who is only 6 months older than Little L and it worked a dream. My reason for holding back on buying one was that our mornings had been fairly consistent. Any time between 6:30 and 7:30 our son would rise and pad into our room, climbing into bed and snuggling up for morning cuddles. I could deal with that. 6:30am plus seemed to be reasonable for a three year old. We had discussed it and I had obviously jinxed myself…

“I don’t know if we need it, our mornings aren’t too bad.” I said. 

After that fateful day, our mornings changed…5:30am, 7am, 6:30am, 6:45am, 6:15am, 7am and so on. I was struggling with the inconsistency and that, as my pregnancy developed, I wasn’t sleeping as well. So one Thursday morning when he woke at 5:45am and i was bleary eyed, Amazon Prime got the better of me and I’d ordered a Gro-Clock by 6:30am.

By the time I’d picked our son up from his first day of pre-school on the Friday, I had played about with it and got it set up in his room. The clock comes with a lovely little book “Sleepy Farm” which is designed to explain the clock and encourage them to stay in bed longer. It tells the story of a group of farm animals, including a pig who doesn’t sleep when he should and misses out on fun as well as being rude and grumpy. The other animals save money in a sock (My assumption is the only reason for this being that it rhymes with clock) and by the pig a Gro-Clock to help him.


So how did it work for our son? Quite well actually! I set the clock for 6:45am. My reason being that I get up for work about that time, three days a week. So, as much as I’d like to set it later, I couldn’t justify making the boy stay in bed when I’m pottering around getting ready for work.

He woke on the first morning at 6:43am and shouted that he needed a wee…despite that he still wears a night-time nappy. Ugh! The positive I took from this was that he was it was still “night-time” and didn’t get out of bed or his room. I took him to the loo and by the time we got back, the sun was up. He was happy. For the second night I got wise and left a potty in his room. I told him that if he needed a wee he was to use the potty and then get back in bed. I figured we were making steps towards being nappy free on a night as well as during the day. Again he woke just before 6:45am, used the potty and then the sun had come up…so of course, his tiny, three year old mind thought that if he had a wee, the sun came up – doh! Day three…

“Mummy, I’ve had a wee in the potty but the sun isn’t there! The sun isn’t there Mummy!!!” He shouted from his room. 

“That’s because it’s still night-time darling. Go back to bed.” I said. (Even thought it was 6:30am and not really night-time.

“But I had a wee in the potty!” 

“The two are not associated!!!!! (As if he knows what that means – ha ha!) 

Since then, I’m pleased to say that the Gro-Clock seems to be doing it’s job. Little L doesn’t leave his room before 6:45am and I’ve even taken to changing the setting to 7am on my days off which doesn’t seem to affect him. Yes, he sometimes shouts from his room but i’ve actually found that if I ignore him and pretend to be asleep, he shuts up and plays in his bed until the sun comes up. I make sure there is a drink of water (in an spill proof cup ) and some books by his bed for those occasions. 

Overall, I feel that the Gro-Clock has had a positive effect on our mornings. I am pleased that our bed is no longer invaded by a wriggling, kicking small person before 7am…well until December when Baby 2 arrives!

I have to say that I think some of it comes down to the child’s personality, our little man is bright as a button but I’m still not sure how much common sense he has. I know of children that would just leave their room regardless of the stars or sun, that just leave the time out space when they are put in it etc. Little L doesn’t do that, if you asked him to go to the Time Out space, he stays there till he’s spoken to. Some say he’s just got respect and well behaved…I don’t know whether he’s just not thought on to try and leave yet!

Have you got a Gro-Clock? Does it work for you? I’d love to hear your experiences! Comment below or find me on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

Note: I have written this post to be informative to my readers. It is not connected with the Gro-Company or any other businesses mentioned. 


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Hello Third Trimester


As I woke this morning (to my three year old saying “Mummy the sun is there!” – Damn you Gro-Clock), my phone flashed with notifications of a new week in my pregnancy. As of today I am 28 weeks pregnant and officially in the third trimester so I thought a little post was in order to mark it.

This pregnancy has been quite different from when I was growing my son. Naturally, I’m more tired as I get less time to relax than I did with the first and I’m definitely carrying bigger, which I know because people tell me…so much so that I wrote a post about it!

I always assumed that the second pregnancy would pass really quickly, given that I feel like my life has been on fast forward since the birth of our son but actually, I feel like I’ve been pregnant FOREVER! I can’t believe I’m only just entering the third trimester. Where was the glow and energy of the second trimester? I feel I’ve been duped. shutterstock_342902171

There’s also something that I wasn’t sure whether to talk about on here, however this blog is a honest account of my life and, while I haven’t talked about certain experiences within my life this year because they are others peoples lives as well as my own, it’s solely down to me to decide whether I talk about this. And I am going to, because I think it will be good for me. I’m suffering with anxiety. Those who know me will be surprised by this as I, and others, would never call myself an anxious person. I’m relaxed and laid back, so much so my Mum was convinced that the reason our son was such a placid baby was because of how calm I’d been during my pregnancy. The anxiety is not linked to my pregnancy, the baby or family, but is mostly work related. I won’t go into details as it’s not professional but the short version is that I am unable to deal with my job like I usually can and my coping mechanisms that I would usually use such as “Only X amount of days till holiday.” or “Only one day then the weekend” are not working. I’m feeling a sense of panic when I read emails and it all came to a head when I tried to go back to work on Friday (after two days sick on the Monday and Tuesday) and ended up ringing the doctors from the car park before having a panic attack in the office (not embarrassing at all – note the sarcastic tone!).


Since June I have been experiencing more migraines and headaches, as well as disrupted sleep and a lack of motivation. The doctor has told me that all those things are linked to the anxiety (as well as the pregnancy) which actually makes a lot of sense to me and has made me feel less like I’m going mad! I felt under a lot of pressure in the last half term of last school year and I just about dragged myself through to the summer holidays with a feeling of relief on that last day. What I find hard is that there are colleagues who are under so much more pressure than I am who are coping and doing great (even if they don’t always feel it). Everyone who I have spoken to about it has said that I’m different because I am growing my baby girl and that is the most important, I know their right but the anxiety is there, making me worry about work. So I’ve been signed off work for two weeks initially to give myself a break away from work and trying to relax and get my head in gear. I’m not going to lie, it’s not easy. I’m experiencing feelings and thoughts that I haven’t had before (nothing terrible, don’t worry) and I’m not sure how to deal with them.


Still smiling. Trying to block out the worry and focus on the positive. 

So there you go, that’s what I’m dealing with as start the last 12 weeks of my last pregnancy. The positives are that I cannot wait to meet our little girl and her bedroom has begun to take shape…well it’s plastered anyways and the wallpaper is ordered. She’s moving more and more, I’ll actually be interested to see if my anterior placenta has moved because I can feel her a lot more in the last couple of weeks. What makes me feel both guilty and happy is that since I have started trying to relax more, she has been more active. I’ve obviously been doing too much and she’s been jiggling all over, unable to relax and kick about herself. Most sensibly, my husband and I went through our finances yesterday and I feel a lot better now I know where we are as I begin my maternity leave at the end of November. I’ve started thinking about my hospital bag but can’t actually remember what I need…although I am excited to use my Cath Kidston changing bag again! Finally, Little L loves kissing my belly goodnight and talking to his baby sister (who apparently talks back in a very high squeaky voice). I just hope he’s as good big brother when she’s here and invaded his home.

Have you suffered with anxiety? Do you have any words of advice or wisdom for me with something massively out of my comfort zone? Can you tell me what I need in my hospital bag? Please comment below or find me on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram

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What To Expect Whether Or Not You’re Expecting.

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I’ve been a little rubbish with writing posts recently. With the tiredness of pregnancy plus the recurring headaches & migraines I seem to be getting, my new love of face painting and general busy life, getting time to write seems to have shortened to practically nothing.

This post has been on my mind the last few weeks. Inspired by the experiences I seem to be having daily and also the unfortunate experiences my lovely friend has had.

The general theme comes down to one thing…members of the human race not thinking before speaking. Something which happens quite a lot in general, I assume, but that I notice so much more when I’m pregnant.

You may or may not know that I am 27 weeks pregnant with our second child. I can’t complain overall and I know I’m incredibly lucky to be expecting a second child but this one has definitely been more difficult that the first and I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever!


When pregnant with my son I always said I needed a t-shirt to wear with the answers to the questions that I regular get asked, sometimes daily.

“Due in June

It’s a boy.

Craving diary.”

This time round it’s much the same and the most common question I get is

“How far along are you?”

Or alternatively,

“When are you due?”

These are questions that I’m completely fine with, it’s the response when I answer that I’m never sure how to take. Usually a wide eyed facial expression, an expression of shock. In fact, the first time it happened was the lady serving me in Matalan who just openly said

“Oh you’re big then!”.

I wasn’t even 20 weeks and had felt bloated and big from day dot so the last thing I needed was some stranger (whose job is supposed to be customer service!) telling me how big I am.


Left: 20 weeks pregnant with first baby. Right: 20 weeks pregnant with second baby

Other responses are:

“Oh, still quite a while to go!”

“Wow, are you sure it’s not twins?!”

“Must be a big baby!”

Quite honestly, given that I ache, I can’t get comfy on a night, my tummy feels uncomfortable and I regularly want to chop my head off with the pain it’s causing, calling me “big/huge” isn’t going to do anything other than make me want to punch them in the face.

With all these experiences recently it got me wondering…

Why, the hell, do people think they can stay anything to a pregnant lady and it be okay?!

My best friend, whom I wrote a post about, was called “colossal” by a mutual colleague. I mean, seriously, when is it ever okay to call anyone, let alone a female…a pregnant female that? I told him as much and he had learnt his lesson – ha ha!


The whole “Are you sure it’s not twins?” question really infuriates me! Technological advances mean that multiple births are not a shock anymore, that person is basically finding another way of saying “You’re huge.” and I have to bite my tongue not to with a sarcastic, witty comment about their appearance.


26 weeks pregnant

Crazily (and unsurprisingly this has never happened to me) you also get those women that are lovely and petit (whilst I have been called lovely, I’ve never been called petit…in fact, baby elephant might be more appropriate). These ladies have a neat, little bump and yet AGAIN, people feel the need to comment!!!! “Are you sure baby is big enough?”, Are you eating enough?”, “Where’s your bump?” Apparently the pregnant woman of the modern age can’t win with regard to bump size.

I said that the beginning of this post that it was also inspired by a friend of mine but has, unfortunately, experienced people not thinking before they speak far too regularly recently. This wonderful lady is part of my “mum friends” and one of the great women I met through my NCT course when I was pregnant with my son. She has two beautiful girls, aged 3 and 1, and has been upset by people asking her if she’s “expecting” SEVEN TIMES over the last month or so. Having been on the end of this question when not pregnant, I know how it feels so to be asked, but that many times? Well quite frankly I wonder how she’s not snapped at someone yet!

Let me tell you that my friend does not look pregnant. This is not me being biased, I like to think that our NCT bunch have a friendship based on honesty (as well as babies, poop, tantrums and sick) and we would tell each other the truth. Yes, her body isn’t the same as it was 5 years ago but whose is after two pregnancies, two births and two lots of exclusive breast feeding like my friend has? It may not be the same body but there is no baby bump! Alternatively, what if there was but she wasn’t ready to announce it? (Not the case in this situation but could be for others). Hilariously, the suggestion in our WhatsApp group was to respond with…

“Are you expecting a punch in the mouth?”

I WISH she would say if it happens again, but my friend is too kind for such responses.


This post has ended up being a bit of a rant but one I won’t apologise for. I feel strongly about the fact that people seem to think it’s okay to say whatever they like to pregnant woman and some members of society still feel it’s okay to ask if someone is expecting a child. If a couple of people read this post and actually think before those words pop out of their mouth, then I have done my job and will be happy.

So what about you? I’d love to hear your experiences of people saying inappropriate things to you! Did you have any witty responses? What question really gets on your wick?

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Pregnancy Diaries – Anomaly Scan

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As the 1st day of August began, the first appointment of the month was a rather important one, the Anomaly scan for our second child. It’s an exciting appointment, getting to see our tiny human again and (if you want to) finding out the gender of that human. It’s also a nerve wracking appointment, as the sonographer checks that your baby is growing well and developing as he/she should.


Our appointment was at 8am! The first appointment of the day. Lucky as we (hopefully) wouldn’t be waiting around too long but we also have a three year old. In the three years that he has been in our lives, I don’t think we’ve ever all got out of the house before 9am so that was the first challenge! We succeeded and were waiting outside the hospital as my sister and niece ran towards us, just in time. They were coming to sit with Little L while we were doing the important bits, then they would all come in after.

There was no doubt that we would be finding out the sex of the baby. We found out with our son. Everyone says “Aww is it because you want to buy pink/blue or decorate the nursery in pink/blue”. Nope, I’m not a “pink or blue” kinda girl, it’s literally just because I don’t do surprises! I would be a nightmare for all concerned if I didn’t know the sex for 9 months!

When pregnant with my first child, everyone asked “Do you want a girl or a boy?” and now with my second and already having a son, I get asked “Do you want a girl this time?” Is there ever a correct answer to these questions? I don’t think so but I assume that there are few people that don’t have any kind of preference, even if it’s a 45/55% split. It’s controversial isn’t it? Preferring a boy over a girl or vice versa, surely we should all just want healthy babies and we do, but human nature makes us lean one way most of the time.

Since finding out I was pregnant in April this year, I decided that I would have another boy. I didn’t know why, I just saw myself with two boys. This doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t have liked a girl. My son, L, encourages the boyish side of me – football, cars etc but I have a Disney princess side that would be lovely to indulge in. My biggest fear was that I would feel sh*t about my reaction when I was told the sex of my baby so I went with the feeling of having another boy so that it would be a lovely surprise if it was a girl and I would be happy if it was a boy.

The scan itself went fairly well. Given the early morning appointment, I had only had a granola bar for my breakfast and baby was pretty sleepy making it difficult for the sonographer to see everything but she got there eventually…even if she did write “difficult scan” on my notes! Ha ha! Baby Roversi No2 is growing and developing well and has all its limbs. I also found out from the scan that I have an anterior placenta which explained why I hadn’t felt many movements up until that point. I rang my midwife after just to check it wouldn’t cause any major issues and that I would feel kicks eventually and she put my mind at rest.

I’d asked the lady not to tell us the gender until my son, sister and niece were also in the room so when they came in we were all very excited. She was great at pointing out all the bits of Little L’s new sibling and he seemed quite interested in it all. I suppose what you really want to know is – baby brother or baby sister? 🙂






Crazy eh? Two weeks on from the scan I’m still struggling to believe it! I think I did such a good job of convincing myself that it was a boy that now I can’t get that it’s a girl in my head. I cried when she told us, tears of happiness. I’m paying for another scan this afternoon, so my mum can come as she was unable to attend the hospital appointment, I think if they tell me that its a girl then, I will actually believe it. I have the most unconventional family that it seems very ironic that my husband and I have created the stereotypical family – ha ha! We’re both really happy. Our son will be a fantastic and loving big brother, not all the time I’m sure…I’m not deluded!

Here’s the little love:




Arching her back

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A Colourful New Venture


Last month, Little L and I visited Ossett Gala and, as with most events like these, my son spied the Face Painters and proceeded to nag me while I proceeded to use it as a bargaining tool for him to behave whilst we were there.

This event benefitted me in two ways:
A) I became a little famous as my picture was in the Wakefield Express, our local newspaper – winner!
B) I saw the brilliant work of Donna’s Face Painting.

Funnily enough, only a few weeks before I’d seen a post on Facebook about her face painting classes and wondered whether it was something I could try my hand at. A fellow Wakefield blogger, Colley’s Wobbles, had commented on it and I asked if she fancied it to which she responded that she had already done it and I should too. After seeing the beautiful designs from Ossett Gala (compared with another Face Painter there whose designs seemed somewhat basic) I thought back to my New Years Resolution – “Learn a new skill”. Before I knew it, I was signed up and I paid my deposit!

In the weeks leading up to the course, I started to feel a little nervous! I wasn’t the best artist. Mrs Garden, my GCSE art teacher, had continuously told me this fact during the two years I studied Art at secondary school. She was surprised as I was when I scraped a C on results day. What if I made a complete fool of myself on the course? However by the time the weekend before arrived I was actually really excited about my new venture into Face Painting and spent the majority of my spare time looking through Pinterest and Donna’s Face Painting Facebook page.

The course fell on a Monday which was handy as it’s the husbands day off. I was looking forward to 7 hours of “me time” and if I was good at the Face Painting, it was a bonus. By the time it got to 2pm on the day I was thinking “awww, only three hours left!”, for no other reason than I could have carried on painting on that fake head well into the evening…I was loving it that much!

The whole day was relaxed, fun, informative and well paced, giving us students time to practise each new technique we learnt and not rushing us into the next thing before we’d had a go at mastering something. Donna is one of those people that has the ability to immediately make you feel at ease, she’s easy to get on with and appealed to my (childish?) sense of humour when we were working on teardrop line work and she said they should look like sperm!

Hilariously, our first task was to paint a butterfly from what we knew of face painting. My knowledge was limited so I just did what I could with a pretty purple/pink paint. A clever ploy from Donna as we were able to compare this with our end designs and see the vast progress we had all made over seven hours.

By the end of the day I had painted a tiger, princess crown, butterfly and rainbow with clouds. I’d begun to master painting flowers and was more knowledgable on line work and the different products available in the Face Painting world. I had also spent my saved birthday money on a starter pack of goodies I couldn’t wait to get working with at home.

I got home feeling a little in awe of Donna and her amazing skills. The things that girl can do with a one stroke palette and a brush is unbelievable and her work is stunning. How beautiful is this flower design she did on my arm?

She was so complimentary of my initial progress on the course and I felt really encouraged to keep going and develop my skills. I have a feeling it can become slightly addictive so my husband is already quivering at the thought of our bank balance taking a hit. Donna also has an online shop – Yorkshire Face Paints – which is like an aladdin’s cave of face painting goodness and I’m looking forward to building my brushes, paints and other techniques.

Where do I think it will take me? Who knows! For now I am going to practice, practice, practice – on Bertha (my head), my boards and on anyone who will let me. In the future it would be nice to think that, at the minimum, I could do parties for friends and family. It’s so much fun and I look forward to creating my own designs eventually…with the help of Donna’s intermediate course!

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