A few weeks ago, in addition to touching THE Colin Jackson (I’ll say it again: he was robbed of a Strictly Come Dancing win!) I also got to meet THE BritMums Susanna and Jen who *ahem* persuaded me to give vlogging a try. They obviously missed my epic 1930’s housewife challenge.
And so, this morning, I braced myself to plunge into the chill waters of the vlogosphere to ramble inanely talk about Half Term. Up until recently, this has meant the inconvenience of having to queue for longer at Cafe Nerro for a Hot Chocolate, but now that the LBG is in Kindergarten, I have had to take holidays a bit more seriously.
Tune in to find out more. With apologies for the slightly dodgy camera work: I was sitting in the blog-chair armchair after a very long night with the Dimpled Assassin. I’m a little tired.
Now that my little boy is in college, I can relate to what you refer to as half term (obviously with another name here). I love the peace and quiet of school days! It’s so interesting to hear about Halloween on the other side of the pond. Our church once had a big “Harvest” festival/Halloween festival (as if we were farmers and not big city suburbanites!). Generally well received except for turning the “nursery” (the room where the tiniest children stay during the Sunday service) into a haunted house type experience. Everyone over the age of about 3 or 4 loved it. Some of the wee ones, though, were understandably disturbed at this change of scenery in their beloved playspace. After Halloween that year I found on sale some adorable teddy bears dressed as witches on brooms. I had this inspiration that the following year, for the youngest children, we could have a Halloween party for bears and other stuffed animals. The kids could dress up their favorite bear for Halloween and have a parade and snacks. All the decorations would be sweet, cheerful pumpkins and whatnot. (The bear witches were too cute to be scary.) Alas, no one seemed to want to invest the effort in another Halloween festival, so my idea lies dormant in the box with the ten bear witches I bought as decorations.
The children’s choirs always have their own party, though. Those 12-year-olds you were rolling your eyes over…the girls always seem to have a penchant for dressing as what appear to be streetwalkers, heavily made up, with a Halloween twist. Church can be interesting, in different ways.