How to make Sensory Balloons

Introduce new textures to your child with these quick and simple sensory balloons.

Squeeze, Squash, Squish, Swoosh and squeal with delight as you explore the different textures within your hands. It’s a great way for children to touch and feel new textures without the mess. We found them very therapeutic. Even the eldest child wanted to play with them.

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  • Strong latex balloons
  • Cornflour
  • Water
  • Flour
  • Oil
  • Cotton wool
  • Cooked rice
  • Funnel



Mix some cornflour with water until you have a gloopy consistency. Using a funnel to pour the mixture into balloon. Tie.


This has a soft gloopy feel, Feels like water when you squash it but when your fingertips meet you can feel a solid.

Cotton wool

Open up the balloon neck by prising it apart with your fingers. Push in the cotton wool until filled. Tie


This has a firmer feeling to it. Not malleable. You can’t really squash it.


Mix some flour with water to make a dough, add in some olive oil. Combine together and then spoon into the balloon. Tie


By far the best stress release sensory balloon. You can squash it and squish it. It rolls and stretches.

Cooked rice

Cook some rice. Allow to cool. Prising the balloon neck apart, spoon in the rice until full. Tie


Feels soft and squishy. When squashed you can feel the grain.

There are so many other ingredients that can be used to explore different textures

Lentils, Hair gel, Flour, oats, pasta shapes, beans, mash potato and custard are a few that i can think of.

Why not give it a go and experiment with different textures. What was your favourite?


Dear 3 year old

I love you dearly, and not a second goes by where I don’t think how lucky I am to be your Mummy.


You really know how to push my patience to the end of the line, to the point where I could literally pull my own hair out and scream at the top of my lungs. Every time you throw a tantrum/hissy fit in public you know Mummy can’t do much about it. There is no step to sit you on for 3 minutes silence nor can I take away your tablet as punishment as we don’t have it with us.

You know that if you hang on my arm as we are walking, that I will just have to pull you along! You will bounce away on your little feet and try your hardest to wriggle your tiny little fingers out of my grip as I try to hold your hand as we walk. But I will not give in, no matter how many times you fall on the floor on purpose, or if you tell me that my grip is hurting you.  You see, my dearest little boy, you are only 3 and If I let you walk along on your own it could be dangerous. Yet, you don’t understand danger just yet as you are so young. Your answer to everything at the moment is Why?

You know how to wind Mummy up by rolling around on the train floor, even though I have asked you nicely to sit still on the seat. As you roll over other people’s feet, I see your cheeky little face looking at me with that twinkle in your eye. I apologise to the passengers. But they just look at me rolling their eyes. I know what they’re thinking, obviously I can not control my child. And I can’t! I’ve tried to hug you to stop, I’ve tried to take your mind away from misbehaving on purpose by playing games with you, but you are bored and tired and at 3 years old you find it hard to control your feelings. I find the best thing to do is to ignore you. This seems to work as you get up and come and sit next to me. Another thing you do on the train is to stand up on the seat and shout. I’ve noticed that you don’t do this when it’s just you and I on our own, so I know it’s just to get my attention away from your siblings.

Why do you have to hold in your urine until the point that you wet yourself? I have asked you a number of times if you want to go to the toilet but you just say ‘No’. I know what the sign is now, you see I can see you knocking your knees together. I know why you can’t sit still. It drives me mad. I feel like I am stuck on a roundabout, going round and round. I’m sick of washing four lots of clothes and bedding every day. You know what you are doing, as you wouldn’t laugh at me when you tell me that you have had an accident.

Why do you have to hit out at me when I tell you off for doing something wrong, these melt downs can last up to 10 minutes and it’s hard work. It upsets me and you make me cry. Your only 3 but your kick can really hurt. It’s not just me that you hit, it’s your brothers too. They let you do it but I can see in their eyes that they have had enough. I know your tired. Why don’t you just tell me that you want to sleep, I will hold you in my arms and cradle you until your eyes close. I will hold you there until you’ve had a rest. But please, stop with the hitting and kicking. Close your eyes and give in.

Where does all your energy come from? You’re so little but you have an abundance of drive. I believe you could run the marathon and still have tons of energy left.

You make me feel like a failed mother. I struggle to control you and your temper. I guess I have failed.

I hug you every night to sleep. I kiss you every morning as you wake. I wipe away your tears when you are upset. I teach you new things every day. I try my best to be a good Mum.

You are not my first-born, you are my third! So I have been here before but just not like this. This type of behaviour is new to me.

NO matter how far you push me, I vow to be the Mummy that you need. I will always be here for you, but please meet me half way.

Love your tired out Mummy


A helping hand

There’s a knock at the door….

The youngest runs towards it pushing me out-of-the-way as we both make our way to answer the front door…..

He waits eagerly next to me, as i begin to turn the door handle….

He smiles up at me, jumping up and down with excitement…

He already knows who it is as we have been expecting the knock for the past hour….

He can’t wait!

I open the door….

“Hello, I have your food shopping”….

Yes, my son gets excited when the food delivery man knocks on the door as he loves to help take in the bags and put the food away.

He quickly pushes past me, stepping over the door frame to get to the crates that are stacked high with the food that I had ordered online a few days earlier. He clumsily grabs at the bags that he can reach and pulls them out of the crate to the floor and off he goes running with what he has picked up, into the kitchen. Dropping the bag in the middle of floor, he rapidly races back through the living room to the front door to take the next bag that the delivery drivers hands over to him.

The whole ‘taking in the bags’ takes a couple of minutes at the most, he is like a duracell battery operated bunny rabbit. Backwards and forwards he runs through the house, grabbing bags from the front door and taking them into the kitchen. There is no order in this process, he has one goal in mind and that is to pick up all of the bags from one placer and to take them to another. The kitchen is a mess!

As Mummy is signing for the shopping and we wave goodby to our delivery driver, he hurriedly makes his way into the kitchen for the next part of ‘Putting the shopping away’.

He certainly is very helpful!

Unlike his older siblings who have now made their excuses from helping us and disappeared away to their bedrooms upstairs, Oliver is more than eager to help out.


He unpacks all of the food out of the bags and into a heap on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.

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Once all of the food is out of the bags and looking like a complete mess all over the floor, he then starts to attempt to put the items away.

For days after our delivery has been taken in, I find food in places that you wouldn’t even expect to find them. I found some noodles in the pots and pans cupboard, tins of beans in the carrier bag storage bag and a bag of potatoes in the cupboard under the sink where cleaning items are kept. I forget half of the items that i have ordered as most items are not in the correct places.

My little one is definitely a very helpful, adorable little chap.

Do your children like to help out with chores around the home?










Why? Why? Why?……

This seems to be the favoured question that Oliver is using at the moment, He asks Why? to everything.

I am quite sure that he knows that is really starting to grate on me as he is saying more and more, he even walks away from me laughing after saying it. I can totally understand if he was just being curious and wanting to learn about new things and how they work but he answers with why to a lot of things like;

It’s dinner time…..Why?

Eat your breakfast…..Why?

Hold my hand……Why?

Pick up your toys…..Why?

It’s time for bed…..Why?

Play nicely with your big brother…..Why?

Stop fighting…..Why?

Come and have a wash…..Why?


This was one of the conversations we had the other day

Oliver: Mum, where are we going?

Me: I’m taking you to Liz’s house

Oliver: Why?

Me: Because Mummy has to go to work and you have to go to Liz’s house whilst I am there

Oliver: Why?

Me: Mummy works for an extra little bit of money

Oliver: Why?

Me: Because adults have to work so they can have money in the bank

Oliver: Why?

Me: Because I need to pay for all the clubs that you boys attend, holidays and our bills

Oliver: But Daddy works!

Me: Yes, but Mummy wants to work too!

Oliver: Why?

Me: Because Oliver, Just Because!

Most of the conversations go like this, where after a while i just answer with, Just Because!

Do you have similar conversations with your little ones?




The Pox have landed

Last Thursday afternoon I noticed a suspicious looking blistery spot on Oliver’s neck, after close inspection I noticed there was a few more around the ear. I kept a close eye on them for the next couple of hours and didn’t see anymore appear, My initial thought was Chicken Pox, but as with previous experience with my older two they didn’t start popping up quick and fast so I thought that maybe they were gnat bites. It wasn’t until about 4 hours later when he started to get a temperature and flushed cheeks that I knew it was the start of chicken pox.


Unlike the eldest two, he didn’t become covered from head to toe in spots with hours, it actually took 3 days for them all to appear. By monday morning he was still getting some spots appear on his scalp and with in the groin area.

Over the weekend he had a few very uncomfortable, disrupted nights of sleep. He was itching away and kept telling me that he didn’t feel very well. On the second night he had a fever and soaked through his pyjamas and bed sheets with sweat, he was clearly suffering.


I had tried the normal treatment, calamine lotion but he just screamed when i put it on him, maybe because it was cold or maybe because it stung him, I’m not sure but he was clearly not happy. I also gave him Piriton to help stop him from itching the spots, but he didn’t like the taste and just spat it back out.

We tried

  • Calamine Lotion – A mild antiseptic that dries up white on the skin
  • Virasoothe – Chicken pox relief cooling gel, I told him that this was magic water and that i would rub it onto his skin to make it better. I rubbed it between my hands first to warm it up a bit and he didn’t seem to mind until it went on one of his blistered spots and then he screamed and wriggled away from me
  • Nurofen to bring down his temperature
  • Aveeno Oil – A bath oil that has oatmeal and softening oils
  • Piriton Syrup – Gives fast relief to itchy rashes
  • Bicarbinate of Soda – Place 4 tbsp into bath water

We also tried a lot of fun stuff too, to make him feel like happy about getting spots all over his body

The boys stuck lots of little red dots on to their teddy bears, so that they had chicken pox too

Oliver with his spotty teddy
Oliver with his spotty teddy

Oliver painted his older brothers with watered down red paint, he dotted spots all over them. The boys didn’t mind doing this and actually thought it was very funny, but they did quickly run off into the bath to wash them off before they dried.


We put calamine onto our selves to show him that it didn’t sting and I also told him how brave he was.

It is day 6 of Oliver having chicken pox and he still has a few that have not been scabbed over and are still blistered (but they are beginning to scab), especially on his scalp (these are the ones that came out on Monday) I initially thought that his case of the pox wouldn’t be too bad as he didn’t have too many spots to starts with but as his spots took 4 days to all come out it has turned out to be a long time for him to suffer with being irritable and uncomfortable. He has become very clingy, ratty and very moany, all he wants is me to be with him (day and night)

Here’s hoping that he will be all clear by tomorrow 🙂