Wednesday, 15 June 2011

London Mum takes part in the world's largest Zumba class to raise money for children's charity

At last, the long awaited proof that I really did take part in the world's largest Zumba class!

Hopefully my little video will amuse and entertain you, but there are some important take home messages too:

1) Always pull in ("engage") your tummy while exercising, especially if you are planning to shoot video clips from a weird upwards angle.

2) Fluorescent greenish-yellow ra-ra skirts are all the rage, apparently. You must go out and get one immediately.

3) Always wear 50+ sunblock for outdoor exercise if the dress you are wearing to next week's Christening doesn't have precisely the same neckline as your pink lycra top. D'OH!

Thanks for watching, and remember, if you love it, please leave a comment and share it with your friends!

I took part in the event to raise money for a wonderful children's charity called Shooting Star CHASE, helping care for children who are not expected to make it to their 19th birthday. Truly a deserving cause, so please give generously, and help spread the word about their charity by sharing this video.

Photos by iDJ Photography

Many thanks to Zumbawear UK  for organising such a great day out.  

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

What are little boys made of?

SlugMads was looking through one of the books that Grandpa gave her when he came to visit in the Autumn. Along with his three or four items of clothing, he had brought along an entire suitcase of knitted accessories from the ladies at his Senior’s club, and a stack of children’s books that had been on sale at his local public library.

Fascinated by the detailed illustrations in this book of classic nursery rhymes, Mads was leafing through it, bursting into song whenever she recognised a nursery rhyme from the pictures in the book.

She was frowning intently at “What are little boys made of?” and asked me “How does it go again?”, so I came over and read it aloud.

Me: “… slugs and snails and puppy dogs tails, that’s what little boys are made of.

Mads: “Well, they aren’t really.

Me: “Erm, no, they aren’t really. The person who wrote the rhyme was just being silly.

Mads: “Yes, that’s very silly, isn’t it mummy. Boys aren’t made of all those things. Everybody knows they’re made out of bones…. and skin….. and lots of lungs.”