Baby Print Christmas Cards

I’m forever inspired by Pinterest and in the past few weeks whilst trawling through all the Christmas craft pages I was inspired to make some Christmas cards featuring a certain someone’s footprints!  I popped into my local Hobbycraft (by local I mean a good 13 miles away) and picked up some paint, Pom poms and googly eyes. 

I have one of the JoJo Maman Bebe splash mats which I actually bought to take to friends and families houses so Oliver doesn’t destroy their carpet when he’s eating a meal, but also doubles up as a brilliant art and crafts mat! Paint wipes off of it easily and it protects the floor. 

I digress, I decided to confine us to the kitchen so Oliver couldn’t escape and paint my wood flooring and carpets! Oliver played ball 99% of the time and let me paint his foot and stamp it, after about 5 cards he started getting grouchy and flinging his legs around, so I quickly cleaned his feet (WaterWipes are BRILLIANT for this!). He went for a nap and I spent the time doing the decorations on the card, adding eyes, antlers and a nose to the brown footprints and a glitter bow to the green, ones making them into ‘Mistletoes’! 

I think the print cards turned out really well and I might make some more before Christmas and may do them next year too.  They were pretty inexpensive, the cards were £1 for a 10 pack and the paint, Pom poms and googley eyes were only a £1-2 each too. 

Have you made foot or hand print cards? What design did you use?

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My Must Watch Christmas Movies

As soon as December starts the Christmas movies are straight on my TV.  I love a Christmas movie, they make me feel all joyful inside and so ready for Christmas.  Over the years I have watched a fair few Christmas films and I have come up with my top 5.  I love nothing more than sitting down with a hot chocolate, popcorn, some sweets or chocolate…or both..(don’t judge me!) and putting a film on.

1. The Holiday

This has become a classic in my home, I remember at the age of 15 going to see this in the cinema with my friends and I have watched it every year since!  I live very close by to where the filmed the movie and remember the hype when one day my dad came home from work, driving through the local village and reporting to us it had been transformed into a winter wonderland, there was snow everywhere!  I love a good rom com so this one always makes me so happy.

2. Home Alone

I have only properly watched these since meeting my husband, he LOVES Home Alone, it’s one of his favourite films.  So if I want to watch a Christmas movie, and he’s at home, I know this one will tempt him in!  We enjoy the second one too, but it’s not as good as the first! Who doesn’t love a film about a child who’s left at home alone over Christmas?

3. Love Actually

I remember my mum watching this one at Christmas. One of the true rom-com holiday classics, seeing different relationships and how love affects us all, especially over the holiday period.  This film has me laughing, crying and feeling full of love.  What more do you need at Christmas?!

4. The Grinch

We love Jim Carrey, so a Christmas film with his quick wit in is a no brainer.  I loved a bit of silliness, and I enjoy the rhymes from the original Dr. Seuss story. It brings back some memories of childhood which is probably why I enjoy it!

5. Elf

Buddy the Elf leaving Santa in the North Pole and finding his real father, this film makes me laugh out loud.  It’s on the side of being a bit ridiculous but it’s my true favourite.  I love the scene in the toy shop when he scream out ‘SANTA, I KNOW HIM!!!’ I know Will Ferrell isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but he is the right person to play a bit of a crazy man-elf! I’ve spotted a Elf costume in George at Asda and I am SO tempted to get it for Oliver!

So there you have it, my top 5 ( my husband has bit sat over my shoulder telling me Die Hard should be on this list…typical man! I’ve had to tell him it even though it may be set at Christmas, it isn’t exactly festive!) what are your top Christmas films? 


To My Dad

Today marks 3 years since you left our lives completely.  You were travelling back from taking your girlfriend to work with your daughter in the back of the car when you were hit by a drunken, drugged up driver.

I remember that day so well.  I was working that day, I woke up at 5.15am, well before my alarm, thought nothing of it and went back to sleep.  I went through my day as normal, looking after my patients and generally having a laugh.  At about 6.15pm I got a message on my phone from my cousin saying he urgently needed to ring me about my dad.  I hadn’t spoken to my cousin since you left, so this was a bit out of the blue and you and I hadn’t spoken in a few months as we had fallen out over something stupid.  I remember jokingly saying to my colleague ‘oh, what’s he done now?’, I didn’t want my cousin phoning me as I was at work so I told him to just message me.  I was not expecting the response I got explaining that you had been in a car crash and your youngest daughter had died at 6.15am (European time, meaning when I woke at 5.15am UK time I had woken at the exact time that you died) .

I remember the numb feeling, the instant feeling of guilt as our last words to one another hadn’t been nice, the sadness that I would never see you again.  I remember sitting in the staff room crying my eyes out, my boss coming in to comfort me, telling me to go home and walking me to the front door of the hospital.  I remember walking out to the car, phoning mum and then Stuart to tell them.  I drove straight to mums house, I could barely see through the tears. I remember sitting in the living room realising we were going to have to tell my dads other sister as she didn’t know.  It really was the worst experience of my life.

The funeral all happened within a week of your death.  We had to fly over to Germany as you were living there.  We had no input into the funeral arrangements, we were never consulted about anything.  Mum had told my aunt (who was liasing with the Germans arranging the funeral) you had wanted to be cremated, yet they decided you would be buried.  The funeral was awful, not once did I feel it reflected you in one way.  I felt the funeral reflected your girlfriend and her beliefs and culture, not you.  My sister and I sat there the whole time in tears, we had very little idea as to what was going on as the funeral was mostly conducted in German.

It was horrible burying you, knowing that I couldn’t come and visit whenever I wanted, you were being left somewhere far away and I will rarely be able to go to see you.  We went back to your home for the wake, it was weird walking into your house, a place I had never been before.  All your stuff was about, your model cars, your parents old furniture that I had grown up knowing.  On the dresser I spotted the Hamm pig toy (from Toy Story) I had given you when you had left, now I wish I had taken it home with me.

December 1st, the first day of advent, meaning Christmas is coming, it was a day I looked forward to.  Now not so much.  It’s harder now we have got married and had a baby. You never saw me on my wedding day, you will never meet your grandchildren.  You will never meet your grandson, the boy you always wanted but never had.  Oliver will never grow up knowing his grandpa, never being able to share your interest in cars or hear your stories.

I treasure the memories of you when I was growing up.  I remember when you worked away and would come home after we had gone to bed, I used to try and stay up so I could sneak down and see you before I went to sleep.  I remember the days we spent out in your truck, picking up and delivering all the supercars, I used to love spending the time out on the road with you.  When you were home, I remember you teaching me how to Rollerblade and how we would go out skating together, then when I got a bit older we went out mountain biking together.  I loved spending time with you.

I remember that Boxing Day when you told mum you were moving to Germany, I remember hearing you arguing downstairs whilst my sister and I sat upstairs crying and Stu was there to help soothe us.  I remember the day you left, we took you to Heathrow, you promised you would call us and Skype us regularly.  You called for the first couple of months every Sunday night, but the calls got less frequent over time and slowly become monthly, and then stopped.  I remember when you messaged me to tell me your girlfriend was pregnant.  It was about a month before she gave birth, then the email to say she had arrived about a month after the birth.  I didn’t even get told about the second pregnancy or birth.  I felt so pushed out, I felt like you were replacing us.  We were so close before, yet you were more than happy to push us aside and forget about our family over time.

I just wish we hadn’t ended our relationship with a fight, with words we wish we had never said.  If I could give up anything just for 5 more minutes, to tell you, no matter how much you let me down, no matter how much I didn’t like you for pushing us away, for not taking an interest in our lives, for generally being pretty damn selfish, I still loved you.  You’re still my dad, you will always be my dad and you’ll never be replaced.

I love you  and I miss you dad, rest in peace.

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