rainbow cookies
These are possibly the best EVER rainbow cookies we made. So good that I made them, photographed the dough, baked and ate them without remembering to take photos of the actual cookies. Sigh.
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Peter Pan Drops The (Pixie Dust) Bomb, Day One: The Menace of the Magic Bands and Breakfast at the Crystal Palace Restaurant
Our trip to Walt Disney World was our first family holiday…meaning I’ve never been on holiday with the boys or had any experience of holidaying with little ones. It was quite the eye-opener. Both Dadda and I had been to the House of Mouse several times before and so I merrily planned our itinerary…
VAMANOS! IMAGINARY PLAY WITH DORA THE EXPLORER
After much excitement at discovering our time-pressured invitation from #CollectiveBias via email this morning, we hit our Amazon fast and scrolled through the various Dora toys on offer. Our mission? To shop for Dora the Explorer toys! At the moment Baby Dragon is on a Dora-high and asks anyone who crosses his path to read Dora’s…
Birthday Balloon Fun 2014… (Part I: Jensen Indiana)
Each year since Jensen was born, I’ve bought one of those huge, three feet tall shiny helium filled numeral balloons. Only last year did I think about using them for something more than just their parties, and so I decided to photograph them with their very-loved balloons so that when they’re 18, they can look…
FAITH, TRUST & EDIBLE PIXIE DUST: OUR NEVERLAND BIRTHDAY PARTY FUN
You can see our Neverland Birthday Party Details here! February in Hampshire is usually cold. Cold, wet and windy. Sometimes we even have snow. This weather is not conducive to my birthday party daydreams I’ve had for our boys… Woodland picnics, Summer carnivals… none of this is possible unless his friends are all wearing clothing…
FAITH, TRUST & EDIBLE PIXIE DUST: OUR NEVERLAND BIRTHDAY PARTY DETAILS
You can see all of the fun that the little Peter Pans had at their Neverland Birthday Party here! It’s over for another year, and already Jensen has put in his request for another Peter Pan party. I can’t quite believe he’s old enough to know his own mind, but then I remember he’s four…