Yes, My Children Are Vegetarian Too. Problem?

I have been a vegetarian since I was nine years old and for me, being vegetarian is part of who I am, part of my soul and part of my every day life. I do not eat meat for many different reasons, but the main reason is that I do not believe animals should be for human consumption.

Aside from the environment issues including disgusting huge amount of water and energy wasted each year in the production and retail of meat, the very cruel ways in which as a nation we torture animals before and during their death makes my stomach turn and my blood boil.

Since I have had two children I have been subject to regular and almost prolific questioning, argumentative behaviour and sometimes abusive interrogation over my choice to raise my children as vegetarian, and that’s exactly what I see it as, my choice.

I’ve always known I’d bring my children up as vegetarian. For me, it’s an ethical and education decision. Surely if I fully stand by what I believe that I would incorporate it into every single aspect of my life? Surely I would be a hypocrite to raise meat eaters, to spend money on meat, to encourage and support a cause that actually personally, I am 100% against!

The way I see it is as parents, we all make choices for our children. Choices we feel are ‘best’ for them and will hopefully guide them into their adult life. The health and safety of our children is paramount, but I also want my children to be happy. I want them to be well informed and I want them to understand where meat comes from, how a vegetable grows and most importantly, how to eat and live a healthy lifestyle.

As a person, I am very aware of what nutrients, minerals and goodness my meals consist of. I take care to decide and plan what meals we will eat, and why. I ensure we all eat plenty of protein, iron and vitamins. My children WILL grow as strong and as their meat eating peers and they will not suffer any ‘nutritional deficiencies’ just because they are vegetarian. All these comments and opinions, they irritate me due to the fact that they are largely based on ignorance.

I try to encourage discussion with Gabriel (3) about what’s in his food and how it will help him grow or which part of his system it will support and provide for. I know what is ‘in’ the foods that I cook for my children and I also know that they are healthy and educated about food.

I promote vegetarianism not just because of the moral and ethical reasoning, but also because of the health benefits too. Vegetarian diets are low in saturated fats, high in fibre and low in cholesterol, this meaning much less chance of developing heart disease, high blood pressure or type 11 diabetes. My children will be much less likely to develop food allergies and most importantly, they will not be subjected to chemical hormones and pesticides passed through the meats, often given to animals before they are killed that are ‘destined for the plate’.

If my children want to eat meat when they are older, I will allow them. Of course I will. I believe in choice, and although I admit I would be disappointed, I would never attempt to make them feel guilty or stop them eating it. The last thing I want is my teenager hiding their McDonalds addiction from me. But, as a parent at least I will be confident that they made their decision on an informed basis. Rather than just eating meat because they ‘always just have’.

If I’m honest, the questioning upsets me and often makes me cross. ‘Is it healthy? ‘ ‘That’s cruel!’ ‘They need meat to grow’ You name it. I’ve heard it all. I just don’t understand why people think they can be so rude and judge about individual choice.

I chose to be vegetarian, and I also chose to raise my children, as vegetarian. It doesn’t (or very rarely) affect anyone else, it doesn’t mean they are fussy eaters and it certainly does not mean we are ‘odd’. I have friends who have chosen what football or rugby team their child will support before they’ve even been born, we as parents chose our children’s religion (or not) and we make early decisions about their education. How is being vegetarian any different?

It isn’t.

So please, think before you judge, respect choice and most importantly remember that vegetarians have feelings too.



A Mini-Break With My Boy

A few weekends ago Gabriel and I went on our first ‘mini-break’ together. Since Willow was born, I’m very aware that whilst its great to spend time as a family unit, it’s also good, useful and refreshing to spend time in ‘twos’ (or, alone!!!) too. I often take Willow shopping, for walks in the pram or to friends and Gabriel stays at home playing trains with or goes to play football with his Daddy. This arrangement works well as I love having Mummy-Daughter time with Willow, but I also want to have time together with Gabriel. So, when an opportunity came up to travel to London and review the In the Night Garden Live tour at the 02, I thought it would be a nice opportunity to do just that. Although I was sent a family ticket, Dave and I agreed that Willow was too young for the train and the tubes without the pushchair. So, it was decided.. Gabriel and I would go it alone!

We booked the 7am train to London (this one is direct for us, saved pesky train changes at Leeds, plus we needed to be at the 02 for early afternoon) and sat at the station awaiting our train Gabriel was very excited! We perched on the bench waving at passing trains and some very grumpy commuters! We had our trolley case, but Gabriel also had his dinosaur Pink Lining rucksack with him to carry all his ‘essentials’ for travel. (Note: essentials for toddler travel include Cbeebies magazine, my mini iPad and two packets of mini cheddars). As we waited, we decided to pose for a quick ‘Team Piggle’ selfie too.

The first few hours were fine, Gabriel was very excited about the prospect of being on a ‘choo choo train’ and as we’d bumped into a very old friend of mine (whom I have not seen since the years of dancing around to Samantha Mumba, age eighteen) at the station travelling to Leeds for work, we sat and chatted to her for the first twenty minutes, which was good. Gabriel became slightly restless for the last forty minutes, so I was glad to arrive in London! We made our way to the tube at Kings Cross. Gabriel did really well, and apart from insisting climbing and stepping down each (and every single) step by himself, it was actually a rather quick and effortless journey. Well, it was until they shut the Central Line. Cue spending about two hours hopping on and off tubes trying to make our way to the 02! It felt like everything was against us, at one point I considered jumping into a taxi (sorry, cab!) but the possible cost frightened me too much! So after two DLR trains and a short walk, we eventually (and thankfully) made it to the 02 on time!



We had about forty-five minutes before the show started so I decided to go to Zizzis, after a quick scout of the menu and spying a suitable kids menu (which was excellent for vegetarians!) we took a seat and relaxed for the first time in hours. I ordered wine, not entirely responsible, or appropriate but after the morning’s stress, I felt essential. Gabriel did really well with his lunch, I was impressed! He’s not the greatest water in the world, so well done Zizzis, my son is obviously a connoisseur when it comes to Italian dining!

We made our way to the show dome and had a fantastic time. We reviewed the show here but Gabriel really enjoyed it, I had thought he was growing out of In the Night Garden, but it turns out he still very much likes it if the singing and dancing along with the characters is anything to go by! (Our full review is coming to the blog soon!).




After the show we went to Starbucks for coffee and for, as requested by Gabriel chocolate cake. Sure enough, he ordered and put away the hugest piece of chocolate cake! Sat with a face full of smiles and excitement we had loads of chatter and fun.We were sat watching the Emirates cable cars outside, so I asked Gabriel if he’d like to ride on them. He responded with a very excitable yes, so off we went to queue and after a scan of my Oyster card we climbed on-board. The ‘ride’ travels over the Thames (from Greenwich to the Royal Docks), and as it was a gorgeous day, the view albeit rather industrial, was beautiful! We waved at passing cable cars and watched the trains and boats travelling below. Gabriel LOVED it! Being a soon to turn three year old, who loves all types of transportation, you can imagine the squeals of excitement!




Another reason for heading down south that weekend was that I wanted to attend the Baby Tilda Barn Dance which was a charity event being organised by my lovely friend Jennie in memory of her daughter Matilda Mae, in order to raise funds for The Lullaby Trust. The event was held in Kent, and having done some research (and asking Jennie) I worked out that we could catch the train from Victoria to Hollingbourne in Kent, and stay overnight there, so we could attend the barn dance. So that’s what we did!

So, after a couple DLR trains and then a tube to Victoria Station it was time to head to Kent to our hotel. It was Friday peak time, and so very busy, but we managed fairly well. We boarded the train to Hollingbourne and after an hour or so, and a short taxi ride, we arrived at our hotel. We stayed at the Great Danes Mercure hotel, and I was really impressed, it’s a gorgeous hotel with good facilities for toddlers. The room was spacious and suitable for our running- out chasing each other needs!

After a quick bath, we went to bed ready for the next busy day ahead. Gabriel told me as I tucked him in that the day had been ‘fantastic Mummy’ and I may have cried a bit, but perhaps I had something in my eye. We went to sleep in true Bert and Ernie style. It was a great day, and I went to sleep feeling pretty happy!

I woke up the next morning to a giggling Gabriel tickling my feet. After a few laps of the room attempting to convince Gabriel to wear his t-shirt for breakfast, we went downstairs to eat. I was extremely pleased to see the Nutella on the breakfast bar, as it’s Gabriel’s favourite thing (you may remember the chocolate toast post!). We sat as ate our breakfast like a married couple. It was bizarre and brilliant all at once. 20140619-001446.jpg

We went to get ready, and we waited outside in the sunshine for Kip to pick us up. We arrived at the barn dance in the sunshine and had a lovely afternoon catching up with (and meeting!) my lovely blogging friends, eating a delicious afternoon tea, playing in the sunshine and also winning (yay!) some fabulous prizes on the raffle. (My post coming up about the Baby Tilda Barn Dance explains more about that!).




Soon it was time to leave, we had a wonderful afternoon and after our goodbyes we headed back to the hotel. I had planned on taking Gabriel swimming, but it was too late unfortunately, so we went for dinner in the hotel restaurant instead. We sat by the windows and during our meal were visited by the most gorgeous peacocks and rabbits, it was lovely!

After a bath, a Skype to Daddy and some tv, it was time for bed. We woke up the next morning, and after a leisurely breakfast (yep, more chocolate toast) it was time to say goodbye to Kent.20140619-093935.jpg


The next few hours were sadly horrendous. I won’t dwell on this too much other than to thank profusely the lady at Victoria tube station that possibly saved Gabriel’s life by scooping him up for me and lifting him high, and onto the packed tube whilst I struggled with my bags. He was being stamped on by people that can only be described as animals, that were too impatient to wait two more minutes for the next tube. I must have been emotional as I think I cried most of the journey to Kings Cross! Gabriel had calmed down quite a lot by this stage and so we went and located a strawberry milkshake to encourage the bruises on his arms and legs to go ‘bye bye’ quickly. We boarded yet another manically busy train back to Leeds, and after a quick coffee we caught our final train home. Here’s our last mini-break selfie. Knackered, emotional but grateful and happy.


Thank you to my little man for one of my best weekends ever! Next time, we’ll avoid the tube maintenance dates though..


National Vegetarian Week: Why I am Vegetarian

This week it is National Vegetarian Week and this means that thousands across the UK are eating a meat free diet for a week in aid of both fun and also, for an interesting challenge. I thought I’d share with you over the next few days a selection of posts, with hopefully some guest posts too including recipes, thoughts and experiences all about vegetarianism. The Vegetarian Society says that some 4 million people in Britain are vegetarian, and together they are making a difference in the way we think about food in the UK.

For those of you who aren’t sure The Vegetarian Society defines a vegetarian as: “Someone who lives on a diet of grains, pulses, nuts, seeds, vegetables and fruits with, or without, the use of dairy products and eggs. A vegetarian does not eat any meat, poultry, game, fish, shellfish or by-products of slaughter. Vegetarians also avoid the by-products of slaughter such as gelatine which is found in some sweets, biscuits and ice creams and animal rennet which is found in some cheese.

For us (Myself and the Children) this is something we do every week. We are vegetarian and so do not eat any meat, fish or animal derived products at all. I have been vegetarian since I was nine and it all began after meeting like-minded animal loving (and vegetarian) friends at a drama club. Up until the age of nine I hadn’t considered turning vegetarian, but as soon as I considered it, I knew it was right for me.

Why am I vegetarian? This is a strange concept for me to write about, because it’s not normally a conversation I have or topic I cover. I believe in choice. So I don’t rant and rave at meat eaters, I don’t attend rallies supporting the cause. But this does not mean I am not passionate about vegetarianism. Put quite simply, I do not eat meat because I think it is cruel and also unnecessary.

The thought of anything suffering makes me feel ill. Whether human or animal. 2.5 million animals are slaughtered and over 600,000 tonnes of fish are killed EVERY DAY in the UK and I find that very, very sad. I also don’t eat meat because I think it is a grotesque injustice to keep the animals in the horrendous conditions that they are kept in, and even worse to then slaughter and consume them.

I can’t remember what meat tastes like and to be honest, I do not want to remember. I am more than happy with my delicious vegetables and also tofu or meat substitutions such as Quorn or Linda McCartney products.

So then, the main question. The question I am asked so very regularly. Are vegetarians missing out on essential vitamins?

My answer is ALWAYS the same. No.

A balanced vegetarian diet can provide all the vitamins and minerals that we need to stay healthy! The key to a healthy vegetarian diet, as with any other diet, including a meat-eating one is to eat a wide variety of foods including proteins, vegetables, beans, nuts, fruits, plenty of greens, whole grain products and seeds. I have been a vegetarian for 22 years and never once had low iron or any diet related illnesses.

I love being a vegetarian and if it’s good enough for tortoises, rhinoceros and gorillas then it’s good enough for me!



Learning Through ‘The Beautiful Game’

Last night Gabriel couldn’t sleep, I heard him shuffling about upstairs and went to see him. He’d already decided he wanted to come downstairs, so I agreed but explained that I was watching football and he would have to watch it with me.

As the game progressed, Gabriel was half watching it & half watching cartoons on the iPad. At the moment we are learning colours, so I asked Gabriel what colours the football teams were wearing. He looked a bit confused. So I went over to the TV and started pointing at the players and showing him that there was a red team & a white team.

It then suddenly occurred to me that Gabriel doesn’t fully understand football. By this I don’t mean offsides or 4-4-2 but the absolute fundamentals of the game or sport in general.

He loves having races and over the last few weeks the concept of the ‘winner’ has crept into our races. He also knows that in football you shout ‘goal’ and knows when it’s a goal (but by the reaction of the players and crowd) But what he didn’t realise was that there are two teams, in two different colours trying to score goals by kicking it between the sticks. It isn’t a series of races between individuals trying to run fast with a ball.

I pointed out that every player had writing on his shirt with a number. So we know who he is, he has a retro gridiron style t-shirt which he always refers too as ‘football shirt’. All of this was quite a lot to take in but I think he understood some of it!

I’m sharing this because never before had it occurred to me that he didn’t understand what was going on. Sport and especially football is so much a part of life that even the least interested person has a grasp of the fundamentals; teams, points scored, winners and losers. It does make me wonder what else I’ve made assumptions about him understanding.

In just over a month the World Cup starts. The coverage is going to be everywhere and it will take over everything for a month. I’d expect Gabriel to pick up on this and be curious. Some of the games are on early enough for him to be awake, so we can watch together. It’s a great chance for him to learn about numbers (the low scoring nature if football is good for this) and colours in a different way. People from all over the world will be on TV daily so he’ll see the diversity of people. We can talk about where people are from and whether it’s hot or sunny there. I think he’ll like the ideas of teams of ‘friends’ playing together and helping each other as we have talked a lot about friends lately.

None of this is groundbreaking and they are basic things we talk about every day and we see in his books but it’s another opportunity to talk about it all with a context. All of this will be helped if he starts to understand the game and can enjoy it, and of course it helps my chances of watch more games if it’s educational for the children. Another reason to look forward to June!




Hey Mr Tambourine Man

Back in the day, when I had a job and a career I was what we called a ‘learning professional’ which is what you probably call training at your work!

In the world of ‘training’ like all other professions and industries we have lots of theories, models, laws and industry thought leaders. I am therefore very pleased to see Gabriel at two years old has already started to adapt and use some of them!

On Saturday morning Willow grabbed the tambourine that someone kindly (?) bought Gabriel when he was little (although it is better than the drum from our then childless friends!) Willow was waving it and randomly hitting it in a semi co-ordinated way that you’d expect from a fifteen month old.

Gabriel being the aspiring Bez that he is, walked over to Willow and instead of shouting “mine” and snatching it from her, he set about teaching her how to hit the tambourine properly and to a beat (which needless to say was Twinkle Twinkle..)

He showed her how to hit it in the middle to get the best sound and repeatedly and then handed it to Willow to have a go. She tried to copy him, so he took it back again showed her again and handed it over so she could copy. This repeated a few times until we moved into the next thing.

It was lovely to see the kids sharing and playing together but also that Gabriel had learnt the skill of teaching. He’d obviously paid attention at nursery and playgroup and hopefully us and had seen how it’s done.

Demonstrate and copy and repeat it.

Willow spends a lot of her time copying Gabriel but she has had a tendency In the past to be the ring leader in naughtiness and his daft nature takes it to a different level egged on by her giggles. It was great to see his maturity and picking up on this and being able to show his Sister the ‘right’ way to do something. Let’s hope this continues through life!




Cute Moment Alert!

Today I’m studying. Well, I’ve been sat reading all morning, attempting to understand Women offenders and their very complicated needs within the Criminal Justice System! But, because had Dave had taken the kids to playgroup this morning it meant I had the house to myself, and I managed to get a lot done which is good!

I was bored by lunchtime, so was pleased to hear they had returned! Gabriel climbed the stairs to come and see me straight away. He was clutching something, and shouting ‘Mummy, a card!’

On further inspection, it was a brightly coloured card with feathers stuck to the front. ‘What have you got there?’ I asked him.

‘It’s a card. For Mummy’ My heart melted. He had made me a Mother’s Day card. But what was especially lovely was Dave hadn’t told him about Mother’s Day. He’d just decided to give the card to me as a present anyway.

I love it! It’s extremely sweet.

Just as I was about to give him a kiss to say thank you, he said ‘I love you Mummy’.

I may have cried.

Bizarrely, Willow then responded with, ‘I love you too’ out of no where! She is only fifteen months old. Her speech and communication skills amaze me every single day and she is certainly very clever.

It was such a lovely moment. From both of the kids.

Here’s a picture of my super cute card and Gabriel handing it to me! 20140328-134431.jpg




Swearing: A Post By Daddy

I had an interesting debate on Twitter last night about swearing. I was surprised to see that so many people are offended by it, this then got be thinking about the language we use and why.

I mean, what is swearing?

Why are some words deemed more offensive than others? And why do some words shock or outrage, whereas others are totally acceptable?

It’s an interesting question.

Personally, I don’t find swearing offensive when used in context. In fact I think that it can give a statement potency and be very expressive when used correctly. However I am aware that this situation is not mutually agreed by all! I’m not however condoning abuse to individuals or organisations, not do I advocate that swearing should replace a strong vocabulary.

Words that I grew up with as traditional swear words have seeped more and more into day to usage. They have become more acceptable, and will now be used on mainstream media pre-watershed and certainly afterwards. In fact the watershed is rarely referred to these days if it even still exists?

They have also become more commonplace in the social media world, especially Twitter where you have a limit to how you can communicate. This has led to developments in language, to allow immediate effective communication and often a swear word is the most emphatic way to do this. Used correctly that one swear word can convey an emotion that explained in another way, one hundred and forty characters will not allow.

For example, ‘I don’t enjoy Mumford & Sons music as much as I’ve enjoyed other bands in the past’

OR put quite simply, ‘Mumford & Sons. #Shit ‘ (Incidentally, this was my review in a nutshell of their headline slot at Glastonbury last year and I think
I got my point across effectively!)

These words generally relate to bodily functions most notably sex and sexual acts. As media and society has become more sexually explicit and open so have those words become more acceptable.

As a flip side to this however other words have become increasingly unacceptable in some cases to the point of criminality. These words relate to prejudice of others for whatever reason. A lot of these words were commonplace in my youth. There were used freely and in my experience rarely challenged.

Twitter is absolute in its condemnation of these words. Users are called out and often reported. ‘Old school’ comedians on TV are judged as dinosaurs and have disappeared from our screens. All rightly of course.

This is why I don’t find swearing offensive because language and societies ideas will continue to evolve.

What shocks today will be mundane tomorrow, whereas surely today’s everyday ideas may become tomorrow’s stigmas and taboos?



Everyday I’m Juggling

Ironically I’ve tried to write this post many times, but never had the time or motivation to finish it. I haven’t been blogging much lately (well, for the last five months anyway) and the reason for this is that I’ve had too much on and sadly something had to give.

I work full-time, I have two toddlers, I shop, cook, clean and run a household. I run a business, I am studying, I write a column for the local paper, I organise a cake club and a Twiiter curation account and I (try to..) blog.

I’ve friends to keep in touch with, family to see and of course, myself to look after too!

When I write it all down, and see it there in black and white it shocks me! I spend my days in a whirlwind of nappies, books, food, my laptop and endless to-do lists

Friends and colleagues often call me superwoman, they ask me how I manage it all, the answer is that I juggle. I deal with several things at a time, and just hope that it all works out okay! I do not have superpowers. In fact if I did perhaps I’d be able to peel myself out if bed a little easier in a morning? Because quite honestly I am constantly knackered.

I take on too much. I know this. I can’t help it, it’s like an addiction I have of wanting to keep busy. I never bored because I don’t let it happen. I HATE that bored, over-thinking feeling. I like to keep busy and in turn my mind busy and that then keeps me happy.

So I keep juggling.

When the kids are in bed, I work, write and sleep. I use my twenty-minute commute to order groceries online, catch up with emails, to pay bills and to put my make up on. (Yes… I’m THAT girl who puts her mascara on in public).

I text, email and call my friends and family whilst I’m cooking, cleaning and sometimes in the bath. I’m awake late at night playing catch up with my Uni reading and planning, packing orders, update my sites and clean the house.

Sometimes though, like this week things go wrong. I lose control of everything and the pressures get a bit too much. Life, tiredness, hormones and day-to-day issues get in the way sometimes and I’m learning as a working Mummy, that this happens and when it does I have to just prioritise what needs to be done and then stop and rest.

Despite wanting to, I can’t do EVERYTHING. I can’t work full-time and expect to be the parent the kids run to every time they need a cuddle or help, I can’t cook a freshly prepared meal every night for my Family, my house won’t be perfectly clean, I wont look pristine every day for work and I can’t realistically get first class results for every piece of work I submit.

So from now on, I shall delegate. I’ll keep juggling, because that’s who I am and I do enjoy it. But I am making a pledge to put far less pressure on myself. Less stress and less worry about being successful at everything I do.

I can only do my best, after all, so I’ll keep juggling because I don’t think I’d be happy any other way..

Do you do TOO much? What strategies do you use to cope?!


We’re in Cosmopolitan Magazine!

I’m so excited to announce that we are featured inside this month’s Cosmopolitan magazine! The reason for this is that we were contacted by a journalist via Twitter who was looking for Males who are more ‘beta’ than ‘alpha’. They wanted to interview several couples where the male in the relationship has a different role to their partner, and that role being a more ‘beta’ role. The article is based on the rise of the beta male and the alpha female, the main focus being a positive look at how women have become more ambitious perhaps in career, relationship or their life, and in turn how roles have been reversed in many households.

We were chosen of course, because of decision last September for Dave and I to swap roles and for him to become a stay at home Dad (SAHD) whilst I returned to work and became the sole earner in the house. The decision of course was not taken lightly, but due to redundancy looming and my two Maternity Leaves coming to an end it seemed like the obvious solution.
With the cost of childcare for two infants costing over £1750 (I KNOW!!!!) a month, which also involves having restrictions on timings and travel costs, plus neither of us seeing the Children very much, it seemed logical for one of us to be at home and for us to tighten our belts a little! (Well, a little!)

It’s been six months now since we made that decision and we both think it’s worked well. It’s certainly been an interesting experience seeing the ‘other side’ and we’ve found we have more empathy with the other and their responsibilities! Dave has certainly realised it’s hard work being at home with two toddlers full time and doing housework or jobs at home is tough going, whereas I have realised how tiring working full time and coming home to a busy and often manic household actually is!

We are so pleased to have been included in the Cosmo article (well, maybe me more so than Dave)
as I have bought the magazine for years and years, so it’s great to be featured in it, especially as I know it sells over half a million copies each month, and is the largest selling young women’s magazine in the world!!

So, have a read of the article above! Or better still go purchase a copy and read the full magazine!



I’ll Be Scared of the Dinosaur Cake Mummy!

Yesterday I had a very lazy morning with Gabriel. We had some lovely cuddles, read some books and I also took the opportunity to talk to him about his Birthday, which is at the beginning of June.

Although it’s quite a few months away, I like to be organised, and I know that if we are going to hire somewhere we’ll need to get a move on and book it!

For the last few weeks I have been looking on Pinterest for ideas of themes and plans, there’s so much to see on there that at times I’ve felt overwhelmed, so I spoke to Dave about choosing a theme. At first we thought maybe ‘Cowboys’ as Gabriel loves Woody from Toy Story, but when I looked for ideas I was uninspired!

The next idea we had was a dinosaur party. I looked online and found some wonderful photographs, pictures and ideas! Yes! This would be perfect I thought, especially as Willow likes dinosaurs too.

So, I asked him. ‘Gabriel, would you like to have a dinosaur party for your Birthday?’ And he replied, ‘Yes please Mummy.. But I’ll be scared of the dinosaur cake!!!’

Well. I did not know what to say to that! So we laughed together. Not only his vocabulary amazed me, but his thought process. He is two years old and I am still shocked when he speaks to me with opinion!

Gabriel has very much a love-hate relationship with dinosaurs. He adores Peppa Pig and of course, George’s dinosaur, and he loves all his dinosaur soft toys and books. Although he does seem to have it in his head that he should in fact be scared of them, he has a few dinosaur toys that make scary noises and flash bright lights and so I think this is where the scary dinosaur stage started! Although that said, he has no trouble pushing them in Willow’s face and scaring her with them!

I decided to show Gabriel some photographs of some dinosaur cakes online. I had visions of presenting him with a cake at his party and him bursting into tears so I think it’s best I know what type of cake he would be scared of! Gabriel showed me these ideas for his cake, some of which are a little more complicated than others, so we shall see how that works out, I do love a cake challenge though…


Turns out, the smiley dinosaur kind were okay, and he also loved this dinosaur melon character, and so we’ll definitely be giving this a go, I think it’ll make a fantastic centre piece!


So, a dinosaur party it is! I think we’ll have great fun planning it because Gabriel is now old enough to choose aspects of the party himself. He has already decided that myself, Daddy, his Grandma, Willow and his best friend Alfie can be invited and I imagine he will be making lots more decisions in the coming months.

Here are a few of the ideas that he loved so far for his GABRIELOSAURUS REX 3rd Birthday Party! He’s roaring a lot already, it’s going to be a long few months!