Brazenmom

The V&A Museum of Childhood is hosting an exhibition From The Tiger Who Came to Tea to Mog and Pink Rabbit, which runs from 28 May – 2 September 2011. The exhibition offers a retrospective of Judith Kerr, whose vast body of work includes the popular Mog series and The Tiger Who Came to Tea, as well as her autobiographical novel When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit, which charts her childhood fleeing Hitler’s Germany in 1933 with her family.

… which is all quite fabulous but what BrazenMom are really interested in is the exciting range of products produced in conjunction with the exhibition, from masks and stickers for children to enjoy to mounted prints to be hung on the wall, greeting cards and tiger tea and biscuits. Read the rest of this entry »

Nature can be fearsome; tsunamis, hurricanes, cyclones, volcanoes, earthquakes… rustling leaves.

The gurus of all things mommy say that sometimes children have strange phobias and that parents should never mock or belittle their children if they develop a fear of something… well, something random I guess.

I agree. Is it okay if we mock them behind their backs? I’ll say ‘yes’ for the sake of my story and make sure that my nineteen-month-old daughter only reads it when she has developed a sense of humour. Read the rest of this entry »

James Joyce, Mark Twain, Virginia Woolf, T.S. Eliot, Mary Shelly, Leo Tolstoy and Oscar Wilde.

THINK… think of a time when both war and peace abound; a time when Dorian Gray meets with Frankenstein and Huckleberry Finn under a lighthouse to discuss the portrait of an artist as a young man whilst listening to the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock…

Such a time is bullsh*t… or perhaps the makings of an M. Night Shyamalan horror film… thing. Read the rest of this entry »

My little girl loves animals, animals and insects (flies included), but the ones that go ‘quack quack’ are particularly cool.

I took my cheeky-chops to Hyde Park the other day to hang out with the ducks and swing some delicious bread their way. She had a ball and showed no fear when a rather large ducky came her way ready to peck the bread right out of her hand. Said bread was hurriedly plucked from said toddler’s hand and tossed into the lake where said duck took a rather voracious dive.

When Amelia wondered off on one of her man-on-a-mission tangents (instigated by the site of a puddle that was calling to be splashed in), I took it as a tacit sign that she was over the ducks.

Many puddles later, we discovered a herd of pigeons – yes, a herd. Read the rest of this entry »