My Sunday Photo – March 11th, 2018.


We had a little after school jaunt to Cromer on Thursday night where, unsurprisingly when it was 3C, there were not many people out and about.

This meant it was perfect for Mark (and to a lesser degree Freya) to play on her scooter.


It was nice to see my favourite posts again too.


When it got too dark, we bought some chips and made it home just before her normal bedtime, as it was a school night.

It was lovely to be out and about again.

Hope you’ve had a good week.

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Talking About Death With A Four-Year-Old.


“I’ll always be able to count on you, won’t I mummy?” Freya asked.

We were sat at the dining table where she was drawing before dinner.

“Of course. Always.” I answered, gently rubbing her back. She looked up from her work and smiled sweetly. What a lovely mother/daughter moment.

“Not when you’re dead,” she added.

I didn’t even flinch. “Well, no, maybe not then.”

I’m getting used to having my hopefully not impending demise thrust in my face. It’s like some sort of hardcore therapy.

As an older mum, dying before she’s grown is a background worry. It was one of those things that used to keep me awake at night when I was pregnant and a billion hormones were racing around my body causing havoc. What if I’m not there when she’s a teenager; when she goes to uni; when she goes off backpacking (and I can’t go with her); when she gets married? Maybe younger mums worry about that sort of thing too? Maybe having children makes you think more about your own mortality?

People, young and old, die everyday. I figured there was no point in thinking about something I largely have no control over. So I didn’t. Or at least I tried not to. Until now,  when that option has rather been taken away from me.

I know just who to blame for her current fascination with death. I’m looking at you, Pixar and Disney.

An advert for their new film, Coco, came on television one night and prompted a discussion about Day Of The Dead. I think I did a pretty good job of explaining what it was in a positive and hopeful way – as, to me, it seems like a colourful, life-affirming holiday.

But then, later, as we all sat snuggled together in the warm, darkened living room in the wind down before bed, she shocked us when she said to Mark: “If you die, I’ll be fine because mummy will be here to look after me.”

It was the almost “nur nur ne nur nur” way she said it that took us by surprise. I turned from raising my eyebrows at Mark, back to Freya to try and find something appropriate to say. Before I had chance her little face crumbled.

“But…but…if you die,” she said to me. “I will be all on my own.”

Big fat tears started rolling down her face. She looked utterly heartbroken. And then, suddenly, I was crying too.

Wait, what. No. That isn’t supposed to happen – although she had just tapped straight into one of my nightmares so maybe it’s forgivable?

I wiped away my tears and Mark and I both worked to reassure her that we are not going to die and, even if we did, she has lots of people who love her, including my brother who has already agreed to raise her should anything happen to us.

It seemed to sooth her.

We’ve had further conversations about what happens when you die. I was actually worried about this – as someone without any religious faith – but I’ve been able to talk to her about all sorts of beliefs (it just so happened that our local mosque was holding an open day so I was able to take her there too as part of our general learning). I explained that when she’s older she will be able to decide what she does or doesn’t believe in, just like I did.


She seemed ok about it but the four-year-old mind is a mysterious beast and now, every so often, she’ll just randomly drop it into conversation. We might be talking about something completely unrelated or be in the middle of the food shop. At first I asked her if she had anything else she wanted to say about it but it seems she just wants to let me know that she knows. It’s like living with some sort of mini Grim Reaper.

Now most of our conversations go a bit like this.

Her in the middle of dinner: “I’ll miss you when you die, Mummy.”

Me: “Thank you. Eat some more peas.”

I know it’s fairly normal at her age to start thinking about death but have any of you got any tips? Anything specific I should or shouldn’t be doing?

Little Hearts, Big Love


Make Your Own Lolly Stick Bird Feeder #BostikBlogger


Our latest craft box could not have arrived at a better time; not only were we looking for things to do during several snow days but this month’s theme is “birds” – and they have definitely needed a helping hand over the last week.

There are lots of different bird feeders available to make, depending on how crafty you want to get but we stuck with a simple lolly stick design (you can find loads here).


We used:


Bostik White Glu.

35 (I think) wooden lolly sticks.

Bird seed.

Step one.


We started by making the base by lining up all the sticks vertically and then gluing two more sticks horizontally across them. I tried not to worry too much about them being level (see, parenthood has chilled me out no end).

Step two.


We then started layering the sticks. Freya seemed to really enjoy this bit and I think she would have built a tower-like feeder if I’d let her (and we had enough sticks). Before it gets too high you might want to add two sticks for the perch. We didn’t and doing it at the end was a bit more difficult. I left it all to dry overnight with a heavy book placed on the top.


Step three.

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We tied string to each corner and then brought them together in the middle to make a knot.

Step four.


Fill it with seed. If you have a four-year-old helping you, I would recommend doing this on a tray (note, no tray in this photo).

Step five.


Find a nice tree to hang it from. We have lots of cats in our area so we wanted it up fairly high. Thank you to Mark for venturing out with our ladder in the snow. I would have done it but someone needed to take the photo.

We haven’t seen any birds use it as yet but hopefully they will once word gets out that our garden is the place to eat. As we didn’t spot any, Freya made her own paper plate bird.


When it carried on snowing, I was a bit worried about how our feeder would hold up against The Beast From The East and so we also made some seed cakes using yoghurt pots as a mould to hang up with them.


Luckily everything has survived and now the snow has gone – although there’s talk that it might come back later this month.

* Please note: We receive a craft box from Craft Merrily free of charge, as part of our role as Tots 100 Bostik Bloggers, in return for this post.