My Happy Readers

My Happy Readers

Last weekend we were invited to a party celebrating the launch of the Happy Readers programme. We were treated to story-telling, face-painting and crafts, followed by a yummy lunch. And we were given a lovely set of books. And in our house, books are always wanted.

My Happy ReadersOver the next six weeks, McDonald’s will be giving away 14 million books in their Happy Meals. And not just any books, but books based on excerpts from Roald Dahl’s beloved stories. Moozles loves Roald Dahl. Her father has read several of the books to her, and she is currently re-reading The BFG on her own.

Reading to, and with, your child is important in many ways. Reading helps in bonding with your child, increasing their vocabulary and aiding in the development of their imagination. If you would like to make reading more fun in your household, the National Literacy Trust offers these tips:

  1. Use different voices for each character.
  2. Stop at various points in the story and ask your child what they think might happen next.
  3. Let your child pick the stories that you read. If they’re interested in the story beforehand, they are more likely to remain interested.

You will be able to receive one of the eight Roald Dahl books in your Happy Meal until the 3rd November 2015. You can also download the free Happy Readers app, filled with digital books and fun games.

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We were invited to the launch of the Happy Readers programme and given books for the purpose of this review. All opinions expressed are entirely my own.


Truth Vs Modesty

Truth is more important than modesty. Roald Dahl.

This quote is this week’s Prompt over at Mum Turned Mom. Truth is more than the words we speak. Truth is also our actions. Everyone remembers those early days of the relationship. We would never burp or fart in front of our significant other. And if we needed the loo, I mean really needed it, we would go at our own flat or early in the morning when ‘he’ was still asleep. 

Then comes the day you go on a foreign holiday. Our first holiday was in Croatia. It must have been a dodgy octopus salad. I made ‘him’ stay on our little balcony when I used the loo. That’s the holiday that taught me to ALWAYS pack Immodium.

But then you move in together or get married. And there is no more hiding your modesty. You are naked, literally and figuratively, for the other person to see. You eventually burp, and fart, and announce that you need a poo. But it’s okay. It’s actually okay. Because you are in love, and you are building a life. And then you have a baby, and the second-to-last shreds of modesty are gone. Can you say perineal massage? I shudder just thinking about it.

I have so little modesty these days. But I am hanging on to a couple of things. I still keep my facial plucking regime to closed doors (damn you, pesky old lady chin).  And I go to the loo with the door closed. For now. But it’s only a matter of time before all modesty has gone.

Oh honey, I don’t know what that smell is. Teehee