Review- Story Telling Cards by Sunflower Seedling

Parenting, Product Reviews

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Hello again! It’s been a little while (I know  I say that a lot) but I’m hoping that with this new section of the blog, I’ll find myself writing regularly again- Bubba permitting.

As a first time Mama I feel like there are a hundred and one things I’m meant to be buying for me and my baby, but in the minefield that is millennial parenting it can be hard to work out what will add genuine value to family life or what will be a waste of precious time and money.

So I figured that the more we share the more we can discover the must haves as well as the don’t even bother, and so I’d love it if you could add your comments, suggestions and recommendations below each post!

FYI I don’t get gifted products or paid to advertise so read on for real reviews.

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Did you know that newborn babies can’t see in colour? Research suggests that they can only see in black, white and shades of grey up until they are around five months old, when their eyes have become more developed. (This was part of the reason why we incorporated black and white into our safari themed nursery)  Yet despite this, there is a startling lack of monochrome books and toys available, but luckily I came across these sensory cards by Sunflower Seedling.

Ored reads to Little Ored daily whilst I take him to weekly sensory classes, so these cards felt like a great way to bridge the gap between the two whilst providing something else to do at home which is both fun and encourages baby development.

The ‘In the Garden’ set comes with six double-sided cards and on each card there is both a picture and- what I would call- a story ‘starter’ (essentially a few sentences designed to start you off on your own, original, storytelling experience). The cards are a great size and weight for little hands to grab whilst the box makes it easy to take the cards out and about. As for Little Ored he seems bewitched by them, wide open eyes studying each card. Compared to your average story book, he does tire quicker when looking at the cards, but my feeling is that this the heightened contrast in shades and tones is somewhat overwhelming!

The only downside I would say is that whilst the cards are great for helping Mamas and Papas to be more imaginative, that in itself can sometimes be quite hard if storytelling doesn’t come naturally to you or if you’re worn out from a long day. I would love it if Sunflower Seedling created a traditional story book for those moments when you don’t even know your own name anymore, let alone what shop Mrs. Ladybird set off to to buy her shoes from!

 

Rating: 7/10- Great addition to play/story time, which is made even better knowing that the black and white images are providing more stimulation for your baby.

Story telling visual sensory cards from Sunflower Seedling – £12.99 for a set of 6

 

Milestones- Two Months

Parenting, The Baby Diaries

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Ok, so technically he wasn’t two months today (this post is now nine days late) but with round the clock feeds and the first lot of immunisations- with post jab fever- under our belts, along with sensory classes and lunch dates with friends I haven’t seen since I became a Mama, I’ve barely had time to catch my breath let alone write a post!

But as I sit here on the first feed of the night/morning, I’m beginning to realise I just need to make time if I can’t find it. Otherwise baby journals will go unfinished, milestone cards unfilled and the camera will be left on the shelf, when I should have grabbed it sooner to capture that unmissable moment.

It feels as if Little Ored’s development has suddenly ramped up a gear and now he’s changing by the day as opposed to weeks. This week alone, he has both sucked his thumb and laughed for the very first time, the latter filling me with such joy that I haven’t stopped smiling since.

At two months Little Ored…

  • Smiles ALL of the time, yet despite this it’s proving impossible to take a photo as he’s easily distracted by my phone!
  • Is a serious chatterbox- gurgling away non-stop during a nappy change or playtime, as if deep in conversation.
  • Has discovered his hands, which he either balls into a fist and either stares at or sucks at (usually until he gags)
  • Is bewitched  by his surroundings- whether it’s the lampshade in the living room, prints in his nursery or the photo frames on the kitchen wall, he can’t stop gazing at the world around him.
  • Has grown SO much that he’s practically on his way into 3-6 clothing already. More importantly (and worryingly) he’s almost the size of his sleep box, which is leaving Ored and I in a bit of a dilemma as to what we do going forward!

 

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Milestone cards from Paper & Wool

 

Post Pregnancy

The Mummy Diaries

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Over the past couple of weeks it has slowly become quite obvious that there are very few photos of myself with Baby Ored. Part of this is down to Ored, because where I haven’t stopped taking photographs, he has barely started. In fact when we first got together Ored found it both amusing and somewhat infuriating that I take photos of everything (especially food). He’s much more of a live-in-the-moment kinda guy whereas I’m a capture-the-moment kinda girl.

But that aside, and as embarrassed as I am to admit, the other reason is that I’ve simply shied away from the camera. Why? Because quite frankly, I’m still not used to seeing this new, much changed, version of myself.  Despite a sneaky feeling that I would become that unfortunate soul who forgoes the pregnancy glow in favour of swollen ankles, chubby cheeks and a generally more round appearance (all of which came true),  pregnancy went on to change my body in ways I could never have fully anticipated.

Sure I knew that I was destined to suffer from stretch marks, but did I think they’d snake their way from my bikini line to my belly button, akin to tiger markings? Or that they’d place themselves sparsely, in small, reddish indents, on my hips? Or that they’d reach as far as my now considerably larger breasts, as if to say “there’s no such thing as a free lunch!”

Did I picture that my legs would succumb to both varicose and thread veins? Or- going back to the boobs- that my once small and perky chest would now be bigger and as a result, an unwilling slave to gravity?

Before having a child of my own I naively assumed that post-pregnancy body woes were too trivial to be given the time of day. But having walked in those shoes flats (because right now, I can’t ever imagine wearing heels again) I now know that it runs deeper than that. It is the moment where we as women realise “This is me now.”

It goes without saying that I, like other new Mamas, am beyond grateful to have been able to carry and give birth to a healthy, happy baby. Throughout my pregnancy I was left astounded at my body’s ability to adapt, grow and nurture life with an unwavering strength. But there is still a sadness in knowing that the body that accompanied me on my journey from teenager to woman, is now gone forever.

As the days roll by and I look at this beautiful, beyond perfect boy that we have created, I am- slowly, but surely- learning how to say goodbye to my old self whilst warmly welcoming the new me. It may take a little while but in the meantime I’m determined to take as many photos with Little Ored as possible, because I’d hate to miss out on capturing those moments just because there’s a little more handle to love!

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