Back To School with VoseneFamilies

A little while ago we received this:

I asked people what they thought was in it, well what an unimaginative bunch! Vosene shampoo was the top guess but there is much more besides. VoseneFamilies have really put their thinking caps on and collected up some goodies to help us through the last few weeks and days of the holiday and through the Back To School period. And they hit the nail on the head!

 

An alarm clock, keeping Kieran in bed or getting him up at the right time – this is already in use getting us back into a routine so there is less stress next week.

Art materials and magazines – these have been whipped out at the first hint of “I’m bored” on the all too frequent wet days and obviously can be used time and time again.

Games, stickers and a space-hopper have been great for fun with friends and keeping amused – and also for blowing off steam (obviously I use the space hopper more than anyone else!).

All this and more aimed at making life easier, and it works. Of course there is Vosene shampoos, gels and more and these are great – more so (pause to itch) as they are head lice repellent. We’ve avoided them so far and with a little vosene help plan to continue doing! And again my skin is crawling – gah!

Thank you Vosene, you’ve sent everything we could need and more (and I am also most thrilled with the re-useable and lidded box – I’m easily pleased!).

Vosene have a  new competition on the website at the moment where each week one lucky winner will be picked to win a personalised back to school prize worth up to £150. All you have to do is upload a Mums little secret tip for easing the load.

Why not pop over and enter? Be as imaginative and creative as you can. The prize is well worth it!

Don’t forget that for more information, news and offers you can say hello to Vosene Families on Twitter!

 

I haven’t got THOSE bits!

When I asked for guest posts for over the summer I was over the moon when the lovely Pippa said “Yeah, I can come up with something” (or something along those lines). When Pippa isn’t heckling me on Twitter (you can find her here -but don’t encourage her) , Facebook or similar she is an award winning blogger (AMothersRamblings & PippaWorld) amongst other things, a social media tart and someone I’m very glad to know! Enjoy her post today, I’m sure it’ll strike a chord with more than one of you!

 I haven’t got those bits!

When I was pregnant with my second child, my husband (flyfour) asked if we could find out the sex of the baby. I didn’t really want to, but after some discussion we agreed that we would find out the flavour as we could buy gender specific outfits and also see if we needed to work out another girl name (Flyfour said on our 3rd date, “By the way I have the names of our children worked out”). I was secretly hoping that the baby wouldn’t play ball and would refuse to give us a clear enough view but on the day there was Big Boy in all his glory and the lady doing the scan let us know that she was almost 100% certain that he would be a boy.

Flyfour was over the moon; his son was growing inside of me. Suddenly all the plans he had made for things he would do with his children were coming true (he always knew he would have one of each) and he couldn’t wait to meet the newest addition to our family. Me? Well, I was worried. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a boy or even that I wanted a girl it was just I don’t know how to raise boys. I’m a girl, I’m a sister to a girl. Boys have different bits and do different things and well, are boys!

I would talk out loud to my son and tell him all the things I had told Top Ender when I carried her. I told him about the family members, about what we would do when he was born, the places he would go, the people he would meet and that I hoped he would forgive me for worrying about how I was going to raise him, a boy.

I was worried that my son and I wouldn’t bond. I was worried that I might teach him something wrong. I was worried that I might miss something obvious because I wasn’t familiar with boy bits.

And then he was born.

Big Boy was put on to my chest and I looked at him and suddenly realised that it didn’t matter what sex my child was, the fact was he was my child and I would love him no matter what. Looking at him I felt a little stupid knowing that I had been so worried about something that wasn’t even an issue and I knew we were going to be alright.

It wasn’t until about a year later that I realised that for sure though.

Big Boy was poorly, he kept grabbing at his bits and crying and we were in the living room trying to let everyone else sleep. It was about 2am when I took off his nappy to see that something was wrong. So a quick call to the emergency doctors and off we went, just me and Big Boy, leaving at home a sleeping Flyfour and Top Ender. The doctor looked at him and declared something was wrong; an infection that was causing discomfort but nothing that couldn’t be treated with some cream and antibiotics.

I had known something was wrong, I didn’t need my own penis to work it out and I knew that now there was nothing that was going to stop me being a great mum to a little boy.

Flyfour can give him the talk about the birds and the bees when it’s time though!