Ten Things that aren't 10 Things... My First Vlog

I have been challenged by two beautiful Blogger ladies Gemma @ My Big Nutshell and Jess @ Whoa Mamma! to do a "Ten Things You Didn't Know About Me". But I have a feeling some of you may already know what I'm vlogging about. But I didn't know what else to talk about at the moment. It is more of a vlog about why I haven't been blogging much of late.
Having a look at it again, I realise it is a mess of a vlog and doesn't really do anything but maybe bring back a bit of the old Blair Witch Project thing....
But oh well, it's me. It's my first vlog. I apologise in advance.

PS: I forgot to add that I thank those who have said I'm a great mum and it is quite a compliment to be called 'amazing'. But I can assure you I am far, far, far, far from amazing. Just because I have two children with special needs does not make me an exceptional person. But hopefully one day it will turn me into an exceptional person lol. Being a parent is hard no matter what and I take my hat off to all parents trying their best, because that's all you can do is try.

Funeral Attire....

Ok so the title sounds morbid and I guess it kind of is.

But I was driving past a funeral the other day and my first thought was the obvious: "oh that is sad, I feel for the person that has lost their life and for their loved ones".

A sea of tailored black suits and dresses, skirts and shirts, ironed and starched.

Shiny patent leather shoes. Clicking and clacking.

Hats tipped to hide the welling eyes.

Quivering lipstick.

Then all of a sudden I had the strange random thought "I do not want people to get dolled up for my funeral!!".

The idea actually pee's me off a little, that people spend all this time and effort getting into a fancy outfit, get all made up, and basically look amazing, to farewell a person who has passed away. How does that honour them? How does looking amazing at a funeral really do the 'guest of honour' justice?

Seriously I would love everyone to just rock up in their pyjamas (and no not some fancy pants Peter Alexander number or a Victoria's Secret get up). I am talking just get out of bed and head to my funeral, with bed hair and all. Morning breath optional.

I don't want anyone posing with a handkerchief.

I don't want any smear of make-up on anyone.

Because when it comes to love and when it comes to grieving, neither needs to be 'dressed up'. The heart and the soul will provide the aesthetics.

How would you like everyone to dress at your funeral? Just something random to ponder....

Wordless Wednesday.... Liam boy in Miracle World edition Part Two!!

Joining Trish @ My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday *insert big smiley face*.

Ok so I'm going to cheat and I am going to type a few words here.

These photos are of my eldest son Liam who today for the first time in his life walked "independently".

I can't thank the Cerebral Palsy Alliance/Go Mobility and The Lion's Club enough for giving my son this amazing chance to feel closer to normal. To be able to walk among us....

And somehow I am having trouble loading the video so here is the youtube link HERE