Nutribullet for Kids

We got a Nutribullet, and I kind of love it. It’s tougher than a blender, easily whizzing up raw veg, nuts and seeds. It’s less faff than a juicer, and you don’t loose the goodness from the fibre in the skins and pulp. It all goes in and gets pounded. It’s great!


Since getting mine, I can honestly say that my fruit and veg intake has gone way up. Fruit in particular was always more of a chore than a pleasure for me to eat, but I’ve been whizzing up various combinations in my Nutribullet every morning, and it’s making healthy eating much MUCH easier. But, enough about me!

A real bonus I hadn’t planned on is how interested, and how much fun Gibby has found our new contraption. We’ve had tremendous fun chopping and whizzing together

***Obviously always supervised – the Nutribullet has fast and powerful blades that should be used only by adults***

but prepping and watching the results has proved to be a great learning curve for the little one. After a few hits and misses, I thought I’d share Gibby’s favourite Nutribullet recipes. At the moment, they’re mostly fruit based, but im happy with that. Maybe more veg can be gradually introduced as we go along. After all, it’s hard enough getting good food into them, right?

Breakfast Bullet

- One banana.
- Table spoon of any yoghurt you have in.
- Table spoon of peanut butter.
- A few mango chunks (optional).
- Squeeze of honey (optional).
- Handful so sunflower seeds.
- Milk up to the max line.

Not one for nut allergies but G LOVES this and enjoys chopping the banana for me. It’s really filling too.



- Handful of fresh strawberries.
- Handful of blueberries.
- A few drops of vanilla extract.
- Strawberry yoghurt – a table spoon.
- Milk up to the max line.

Spinach Smoothie aka Witches Brew!

- Handful of spinach leaves.
- An apple.
- Handful of green grapes.
- Table spoon of vanilla yoghurt.
- Apple juice up to the max line.

This one is REALLY green. Any green fruit can be added to the spinach (which you honestly can’t taste) but we find that the yoghurt and the apple juice really make it tasty enough for little pallets. We made a big deal of its greenness – and as soon as we called it a “witches brew” and served it up with an evil cackle, she couldn’t get it down fast enough!

Another favourite kitchen item in the Waterbirthplease household is the Zoku instant lolly maker. It’s exactly as it sounds – it’s kept int the freezer, and makes lovely ice lollies in 5-10 mins from any liquid you care to put in. We’ve found it perfect for some of our Nuribullet mixes, but obviously, any old lolly moulds will do for our two favourite, super simple recipes:

- Strawberries, banana, and yoghurt. Simple . . . Boom!

- Oranges and mango with a dash of water. OMG these taste like sherbet. Mr Waterbirthplease is a little partial to these too, and Gibby loves to make them.






While we’re on the subject of frozen things –

Nutribullet Banana Icecream

Easiest Icecream you’ll ever make!

- Chop a banana into chunks and freeze.
- Whizz up the frozen chunks in the Nutribullet with about a cupful of milk – add it gradually till you get the right consistency.

Done. And it’s honestly gorgeous.

Bedtime Bullet.

A supper time snack. Bananas help promote sleep because they contain natural muscle-relaxants . Pumpkin seeds are also thought to be high in sleep-enhancing amino acids.

- One banana.
- Warmed milk – to preferred consistency.
- Squeeze of honey.
- Tea Spoonful of pumpkin seeds.
- Pinch of cinnamon.

There may well be more posts to follow about our blending adventures! Do let me know if you try any.


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Time again to big up a talented individual who I think deserves a blog post, spreading the word about the lovely things they make. If you missed previous posts on this theme, I started with a pledge to try and buy handmade for Christmas, and decided to continue supporting independent business with a series of posts about a few of my favourite on-line sellers.

Just to remind you:

I have received no free products or payment of any kind.

They have not even asked me to write a post about them.

This is entirely of my own volition – a fist bump to all the Davids out there, and a V sign to the Golliaths.

So – drum roll please for Juesaics

Julie makes beautiful stained/fused glass and mosaic art. She has pieces already made and for sale, but will also make commissioned pieces if you have something in particular in mind and she is a pleasure to deal with.

When we did up Grace’s new bedroom, I left the gap in the wall where the fire had been – back in the olden days and that – as I wanted to make it into a kind of in built dolls house. I commissioned Julie to make a special mosaic piece that would fit into the old hearth. I wanted Gibby’s initials and date of birth, and a rainbow. Here’s what I got:


And here’s what it looked like insitu.



I was thrilled. Gibby was thrilled. It looks fantastic with the painted boards and has created a genuinely unique feature in her bedroom. If we didn’t have the hearth, I’d have probably gone for a wall piece or maybe a small table top, as I just loved the idea of a personal mosaic in her room. Hey – it’s different.

Juesaics also make very pretty sun catchers, jewellery, and fused glass pieces. Totally original gift ideas.


Our next major project this summer will be FINALLY sorting our garden out. I think I’ll definitely be getting in touch for something a bit special outside.

For prices, items for sale, or a pootle about of a website full of lovely shiney things, check out Julie’s Facebook page here.

Or her on line “wow thank you” shop here.

Big up the handmade! #SupportHandmade


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Ovo Energy – energy consumption in households

The following post is a user-friendly guide on behalf of Ovo Energy about energy consumption in households: trying to save you a bit of money – and we could all do with that, right?

How being in a relationship can save you money
Make the right choice: find out how to get a cheap electricity deal and feel loved again!

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As you may have gathered from previous posts, we have pets. Four in total: Chicken and Fluffbomb (cats), Badger and Annabel (dogs).

Animals are not every bodies cup of tea (WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOOOUUU??!) and I’ve been quite conscience of that, only posting now and again on here about our fur buddies, and ususally only when its relevant to Gibby, as subscribers to a parenting blog just may not be interested.

But for those that are, I’d like to share with you my brand spandangly new pet blog:


A place I can waffle on to my hearts content about the many and varied ups and downs – mostly ups – that our four legged friends can bring an ordinary(ish) family.

I’d love for you fellow animal-loving nutters to have a look.

Follow on twitter @furrbuddies


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Crowsfeet: A childs perspective

I could spin this out into a  long winded rant about self image and the influence of our actions on our daughters, couldn’t I? But I think the conversation Gibby and I had this morning is kind of perfect as it is.

“Mummy what are you doing?”

“I’m rubbing some cream on my eye.”

“Can I have some?”

“No sweetheart, it’s just for Mummy.”

“Are your eyes are poorly?”

“Haha! No. It’s to try and get rid of the lines around them.”

“Oh.” ***Sulky Face*** “You won’t look as smily now.”

I guess it’s a good job those creams don’t really work, isn’t it?


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Domestic Failings. (I’m fine with it though.)

How You Know You Lack Domestic Skills:


  • Your remove your shoes at a friend’s house and they register genuine surprise that you have a matching pair of socks on.
  • Your 4 year old daughter sees vegetables being sieved so rarely that she congratulates you on “catching carrots in your net.”
  • In a sleepy state, you bend down to pick up a rogue child’s sock using tissue paper because you assumed one of the cats had vomited a fur ball.
  • You listen to your colleagues moaning about their husband’s domestic bad habits and keep firmly shtum because you know you’re guilty of all of them.
  • You reached the age of 35 without realising you should drain mincemeat when making a  bolognaise. (I know! Who’d have thought, right?)
  • You have reached the age of 35 without ever cooking a roast.
  • Your husband will not allow you to iron his work shirts.
  • You improvise a “picnic” tea on the living room floor more evenings than is proper because the kitchen table is permanently covered in paints/art/craft stuff.
  • You lose the key finder your husband bought you for Christmas.
  • You have also lost the sign that says “Please excuse the mess – we’re busy making memories” that you thought might in some way justify the state of the house.
  • Your daughter announces to her little friend that comes to play “Mummy says we can’t go in her room –  it’s really messy.”

Ah well . . . I can’t be great at everything, dammit!


“At worst, a house unkept cannot be so distressing as a life unlived.” —Rose Macaulay

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Why I hate Baby Wearing

Oooooooh . . . Contravertial! Well actually, not so much. It’s the term I have a beef with – the obsession of categorising and labelling the many ways we try to muddle through parenthood – not the practice of doing it. And when did this become a “thing” anyway? I don’t remember this being a “thing” when Grace was a baby, much like “attachment parenting.” Just hearing the words annoys me. If I haven’t followed this latest rule book (or thing-we-all-do-but-someone’s-given-it-a-label-and-made-a-load-of-cash-and-publicity-for-themselves) to the letter, then is the implication that I am unattached to my baby?

I am not disputing any of the claims made about it. I just despair of the need to put what kind of parent you are in a box.

Sometimes, if she really wouldn’t settle, I would keep Grace on me in a sling. That was fine. Sometimes I didn’t and she’d sleep in her basket. That was fine too. In fact personally, that was preferable as I have a back problems. Does that make me a “baby wearer” ? Are there a certain amount of hours in a day to fulfil the criteria to claim the baby wearing title? It baffles me.

And is the act of “baby wearing” open to interpretation I wonder? Could it be taken literally? Perhaps we could fashion our new borns into some kind of elaborate hat or brooch? I can just picture myself sauntering down a trendy highstreet, my baffled baby carefully woven into an Ascot-stylee headpiece that Princess Beatrice would be envious of. I would nod knowingly at the starring passers by and point up to the wee one bouncing along on my bounce whilst smugly mouthing the words “baby wearing, darling.” Ha.

One of the “pros” I carefully researched found on Wikipedia was that it helps to “humanise” your baby. This is worrying. If I haven’t filled my quota of hours to be an official practitioner of “baby wearing”, then I will at some point have to brake the news to Grace that she is not, in fact, human.

Pro number two read as follows:

“Babywearing allows the wearer to have two free hands to accomplish tasks such as laundry.”

Oh just f*** off.

If you love having your baby with you 24/7 because that’s how you want to parent, then I totally get that, but if you do it to be more efficient at multitasking, then I’m afraid we can’t be friends.

Relating this to my own experience of having a baby, I suspect the good karma generated by the times I did “wear” Grace was counterbalanced by the stress levels of my husband. He worried about my clumsiness you see ( it has been said that I am somewhat lacking in spacial awareness) and he’d hop around me and the little bundle strapped to my chest swiftly darting his hand twixt baby’s head and any sharp corners or door frames I approached.

Thank God we didn’t have twins or triplets.

Was I the only one to watch the infamous Geldof/Hopkins interview on This Morning and think they were both talking guff?

What kind of parent are you? A baby wearing/whispering/Fordian/old school/attachment/contented/controlled/baby-lead one?

Or is there an official category for the parents that don’t fit into an official category and are just trying their best? Trying different things and seeing what suits? Because surely that’s 99% of us.

How about . . . Now bear with me on this because this is pretty radical . . . Parents fall into one of just three categories:

Or the name the kids you love call you.


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