Hello!

My name is Lily-Sue, but my mummy calls me Munchkin (or 'Munch' for short!) I am 7 years old, and this is where my mummy will help me write all about all the fun things we do together. I hope you enjoy reading about the adventures of my mummy and me, Munchkin, with the occasional appearance from the siblings - Beastie and Plumlet.

Friday, 6 October 2017

#Blogtober17 Day 6: Flowers

Let your dreams blossom!


Today's prompt for #Blogtober17 is 'Flowers' - an easy one, right? I could talk about my favourite flowers, but that's pretty dull for a blog post. I could write about the flowers I have chosen to adorn our upcoming wedding ceremony, but that post would probably be over before it's started. So I thought about it for a while and then kicked myself for even thinking about it! After all, when it comes to flowers, my angle is pretty obvious!

Before babies started filling our lives, The Man would frequently come home from work with a bunch of flowers. He'd walk through the door, clutching the pretty bouquet and would approach me with a smile. "Here ..." he'd say ...

"I saw these and ..."


Before he could say much more, those flowers were straight into a vase (no time for stem snipping or proper arranging) and the camera was poised. The colours, the shapes - he just couldn't (and still can't) walk past a florist without something catching his eye. He wouldn't just see beautiful flowers, he would see angles, light & shade, composition. Now, don't get me wrong, I did get flowers from him ... I just got them second hand! The camera lens got to see every inch of those beauties before I could even get my hands on them to give them water!

It may sound as though I am complaining. Far from it!
Do you know why?
Because the man didn't just give me flowers ... he didn't hand me beautiful, mortal stems that would last a week or so before withering. He made sure that those flowers would last forever, and his attention to detail and the angles he observed meant that I would remember every single one of those blooms in their most stunning form.


The Man has had an interest in photography since long before we met. It made me smile when I found out he had this love. I had grown up surrounded by everything photography. Dad was a professional throughout my childhood, and, until I was 9 years old, we lived in a 2 storey flat above his studio and shop. I remember so much. I remember the long hours he would work as he would get booked up for important events, back-to-back. I remember the smells - from the strong odour of the chemicals in his dark room, to the smell of the drawer that stored old, unused photographs, film capsules and everything else that was no longer needed but was always kept (by the way, I loved the smell of that drawer!) So, finding someone to share my life with that also shares a lifelong passion with the #1 man in my life was a bit of a win!

The Man started to take more photos and slowly upgraded the important parts of his equipment. He started to be creative with household objects and discovered that he had a real talent for macro photography - especially when it included water droplets. As the years passes, more opportunities came along, including family photo shoots, promotional work for a local hotel and something that is becoming a favourite, weddings.


Today sees him and my dad in the early stages of starting their own photography business. I will write again soon with more details about that. I want to shout their business name from the rooftops and entice you all to follow their new social media channels, but I'm not allowed to yet as they haven't uploaded enough material yet, but soon ...

But for now, I will come back to how this post is related to flowers.
Well, flowers is where it all really began, and with all the flower topics I could have written about, with an Instagram account like this, there is not a more appropriate angle ... for me!

So, as the quote I have chosen to use above says, "All the flowers of tomorrow are in the seeds of today", and in the case of The Man and my dad, this couldn't be more true! Today, a little seed ... tomorrow, a full garden in bloom!

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Thursday, 5 October 2017

A nice little Christmas Earner!


It's been a while since I last wrote about Swagbucks. Not because I've stopped using it or have lost faith in it -far from it. I still use Swagbucks every day and I am still building up a nice little amount in preparation for Christmas. Knowing how much it helped last year, I would have been mad not to keep it going! If you haven't caught any of my previous posts about Swagbucks, allow me to explain briefly what it is about. 

Swagbucks is a rewards site where you earn points (called SB) for things you're probably doing online already, like searching, watching videos, discovering deals, and taking surveys. Then you take those points and exchange them for gift cards to places like Amazon, Starbucks, or PayPal cash. 



All throughout October you can earn large bonuses from Swagbucks. 

When you sign up through me this month, you can earn a 500 SB bonus! Here's how: 

1. Sign up using this link 

2. Earn 300 SB total before 1/11/17. You'll get a 300 SB bonus for it! 

3. If you spend at least £25 through Swagbucks Shop* you'll get another 200 SB bonus on top of the cash back you'll get from shopping. If you have some shopping to do online, just go to Swagbucks first and visit the store through them. It doesn't cost you anything extra, but you'll get SB points for every dollar you spend (on top of the bonus)! 

That's it. It's super easy, and Swagbucks is for real. I use it myself, and I've earned enough to make birthdays and Christmas much less stressful for the past year!

Good Luck!


*You must receive your shopping SB before 1 December


This post is in collaboration with Swagbucks, but I am a genuine user of the site. For promoting this information, I receive a very small SB payment (virtual points) No other payment has been received.

#Blogtober17 Day 5: Education

I loved school ... but ...

As a child, I loved school. I have very fond memories of Primary School and I think back to Secondary with a smile. I may not have always realised how much I enjoyed it, and certainly wouldn't have admitted it at the time, but I liked being at school. The High School years brought with them their tough times, but I still get an excited feeling in my tummy and a head full of flashbacks if ever I pass my old schools! In fact, I loved it that much, I stayed in full time education until my 20's and then chose Education as my career. 

Education is today's prompt for #Blogtober17, and whilst I could write a long winded post about my own education memories or present you with stories of my time spent teaching, I feel they might be for another time.

Munch is in Year 3 now. She just turned 8 years old, and we honestly couldn't be prouder of how she has progressed during the last 3 years. She really is a little Mini-Me as she adores going to school. She complains every morning about having to drag herself out of bed (apart from at weekends!), but never ever complains about having to go to school. She skips in every morning with a smile on her face, and can frequently be found expanding on the things she has done at school when she gets home. However, as much as I was a fan of the daily education routine, I was so incredibly unprepared when it came to Munch's time to start. In my plight to try and wrap my head around my first born being plunged into the education system, I wrote some of my thoughts down (standard!) in the form of an open letter style post to her new teacher. I felt it was an appropriate time to share these words again. I know many of you reading this will be able to relate to that first day feeling ...

Dear Mrs O ...


Dear Mrs O, as the new term begins,
I felt I should write you a letter.
I'm not really sure what I want it to say,
But writing stuff makes me feel better!

September of the year 2014,
Has no real importance to some.
But here, there are emotions all over the place,
Some which are leaving me quite numb.

Monday the 8th is a very big day,
It's the day that I bring you my Munch!
She'll stay with you all by herself for some time,
And I'll leave her with you until lunch.


I'm feeling a little bit nervous now,
Between excitement and dread I feel torn.
I knew I would struggle, but never this much,
As i get ready to share my first born!

Munch and I have always been close,
A mummy's girl right from the start.
We have always done everything together you see,
She's our original 'Mini Me' Hart!

Whenever she's sick or full of a cold,
If she falls and grazes her knee ...
At times when she's sad and just needs a hug,
She always comes straight to me!


Days when she's tired and just wants to chill,
On those mornings following a bad night.
She knows we can curl up and watch some TV,
Or read a book until she's feeling alright.

Now what will happen if she's feeling sad?
Will you promise to notice her tears?
Will you be there to lift her when she falls down?
Will you hug her to soothe any fears?

I know she's excited, I know she is scared,
Anxious and quite worried too.
I smile and tell her she's going to be fine,
Because I know that is totally true.


But it's hard to keep smiling and urging her on,
Some tell me to stop being a fool.
We grew so comfortable in the safety net,
That we lived in with nursery school.

So uniform is bought and new shoes are clean,
She's told me how she wants her hair!
She's written her holiday diary,
Ready to take in and share.

Mrs O, please will you promise,
To take our Munch under your wing?
Will you care for her just like I do?
Do you have my number so you can ring?


Will you hug her if she feels frightened?
Will you laugh with her when she's a clown?
Will you stop her when she takes jokes a little too far,
And know how to calm her right down?

I know now's the time to loosen my grip,
To untangle the old apron strings.
The first step to letting her find her own way,
And helping her spread her wings.

I'm finding it hard to let go here, you see,
My feelings are all in a whirl!
I'm handing you something so precious to me,
As I hand you my big baby girl!


She grew fond of you on the very first day,
When she met you on her trial session.
When you showed all the apprehensive parents and kids,
How we could await our child's great progression.

I know that she will have fun with you,
I'm sure you will see she's alright.
Please send her home to me in one beautiful piece,
So I can hug her and kiss her goodnight?!

So I think what I am trying to say,
As I bring this note to the punch ...
Is please take care of our big baby girl,
And enjoy sharing our special Munch!



This was back in 2014, and now both girls are there full time. I still miss her like crazy every day when she is at school. I still have to give her at least 3 kisses at the classroom door (or I don't feel as though I've said goodbye properly!) One day, she won't want to kiss me at the classroom door any more, she won't want me taking her to school at all, so for today, I'm getting all the mummy/daughter classroom PDAs that I can!



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Wednesday, 4 October 2017

#Blogtober17 Day 4: Date

We all have Dates ...

Today's prompt for #Blogtober17 is 'Date'. I thought long and hard about the most personal angle I could take, and I decided, what better date to write about than the very one that is looming over me right now. The one date everything is revolving around and that date that we are drawing closer to with each day that passes ... This one is about a date that will change things around here quite a bit.


Throughout our lives we often find,
A number of 'special' days.
Days where memories fill the mind,
As we 'celebrate' in different ways.

Wedding anniversaries, days of birth,
New jobs and a brand new pet.
All have dates that hold much worth,
And in stone, those dates are set.

We're no different - we have date upon date,
Just the same as any other.
Some dates we love and some that we hate,
Especially since becoming a mother.


My purpose here is to speak of one,
A day that I've tried to ignore.
A day that involves our only son,
A mix of emotions leave me feeling unsure.

For eight years I've had a small person here,
At least one, that consumes my whole day.
Each day's routine has been very clear,
Helping 3 little ones along their way.

Munch started school and then Beastie too,
And we miss them so much when they're not home.
But with Plumlet here, each day one thing was true,
That neither of us was ever alone.


But here comes the date that's important today,
The one that keeps me awake in my bed.
The day that urges so many to say,
"He'll be fine - the worry's all in your head!"

I know all that, it's the best thing for Plum,
Of this I am well aware!
And now that day has finally come,
When my time with him now I must share.

It's time to start nursery, (in fact that time has long passed),
And I'm finding things really quite tough.
It's just that they're growing up way too fast,
And the time never seems like enough.

11th October - this is our day,
Another to be etched in my mind.
For this day you take a step to making your way,
With the adventures I'm sure you will find.

First it was your sisters, now you're next in line,
Watching you grow brings us both so much joy.
Enjoy your time at nursery (mummy will be fine ...!)
My last born - my beautiful boy!


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Tuesday, 3 October 2017

#Blogtober17 Day 3: Car

Driving Miss Munchkin - The First Step

Today's #Blogtober17 topic is Car. I struggled to think of what to write for this one, as I don't drive and have never shown any passionate interest in cars. In fact, when I think of cars, the only thoughts that fill my head are the ones I share with you below. This was a post I originally wrote a couple of years ago, but it was one I kept very quiet as I published it and moved on. Today, I take a bigger step towards making a change by publishing it all over again, sharing it on the #Blogtober17 Linky and putting it well and truly out there!


Well, the time has come and I have to face up to things now. I need to let go of the demons I've been holding on to for so many years. I have to face my fears and stop ignoring them in the hope that they will disappear and that their damaging and restricting results will never affect me or my family ...

I need to learn to drive!!


Many of you reading this may laugh as you consider this to be something so minor, or smile as you tell me that driving is the easiest thing in the world and the convenience it brings is an amazing thing. I know all this. I've heard all the lines ...

You will have so much more freedom!
It will be so much easier to pop the kids in the car when you want to take them out for the day.
It will change your life for the better ... Forever ...

I know, I know, I KNOW!!!!

But it's not that easy for everyone. However, this week I decided, enough is enough. I need to do this! And this is where I would like to keep a record of my progress. I hope that with my lovely readers behind me, I might find the encouragement I feel I need in order to see the whole ordeal process through to the end. 

I wanted to share my story with you all, and I want to start with this post that I hope will explain a little of the background behind the fears, untangle a bit of the mess of emotions that I feel when I think about driving and put a bit of order in whatever madness that always stops me from doing this one thing that, for millions of people, is an essential part of everyday life.


Summer, 2000. I lived a pretty carefree life. I was a student at University in London and was really enjoying it. I had made some amazing friends through my course, but I commuted home each weekend so I could see the friends I had left back at home. I was drawing quite close to the end of my 4 year course and was looking for a small place to rent near my family. My best friends, D & L were a couple, and I spent every single weekend with them and the guy I was in a relationship with at the time. We were pretty inseparable. They lived in a small studio flat within the same road as my parents and were moving out. D made sure I was the next to move into their flat. Knowing how much I wanted to find a place, he spoke to the landlord who agreed to let the property to me. 

Life was good!

Autumn, 2000 ... D & L separated. It was a messy break-up. I had also had my relationship break down so it seemed only natural that D and I be each other's support through the emotions. We were fine, and saw each other most days. 

Winter, 2000, and everything was set to change. I was sitting at home, working my way through an English assignment for Uni when I received the call. The call was from L, D's ex girlfriend. She started with the small talk, but I knew something was wrong. She was stalling. And then the words spilled out. I'll never forget it. As she spoke, I was listening hard, but the words she was saying to me stopped at my ears. I could not digest the things she was saying. I dropped the phone and just sobbed. 

"D is dead", these words kept ringing in my ears, but that was just it. The words stopped at my ears. I could not process the information. The moment was so surreal, and the next hour is very much a confused blur. He had been driving. He had picked up one of our other friends from work as his car was temporarily off the road. They were probably going too fast. They were probably talking, laughing, fooling around. They probably had the music on loud. D probably wasn't concentrating. The car collided with a tree. It had then spun on impact and met another tree, and another. They say D was dead at the scene. They couldn't even try to save him. G, his passenger, survived with serious injuries and was taken to hospital. We never saw G again. Unable to deal with what had happened, he discharged himself from hospital and disappeared. He couldn't provide the answers to the questions that so many people were asking him. He couldn't decipher the mess of events for himself, let alone anyone else. I like to think he is out there somewhere, happy, with a beautiful family of his own. I'll never know. I attended D's funeral on 27th December, 2000. A day I'll never forget. He was 25 years old and had everything to live for. 

From this day, the thought of driving terrified me!


2002, and as I had moved and now lived 30 miles away from my family, I decided I needed to get over this fear of driving. I needed to be mobile as I was slowly falling out of the family loop. I was in another relationship, and it wasn't a nice one. He was the reason I moved away from my home town, exciting me with the idea of living next to the beach and amongst the nightlife. The relationship soon turned ugly. He worked as a nightclub/pub doorman, and was a complete control freak. This was one of the forces behind me wanting to learn to drive. Without being mobile, I seemed to have no freedom. I had to work where he said, when he said and he wasn't keen on me having a relationship with my family. If I made new friends, they quickly became a 'bad influence' on me and I wasn't to spend time with them any more. He made my work life difficult, he made my social life impossible. I felt trapped and was convinced I couldn't leave. I decided to try some driving lessons. Of course, he had to choose the instructor. 

He chose an independent teacher - a man in his late 60s. Now, all would have been great, but he seemed more nervous than I was! He avoided roundabouts, he stayed away from dual carriageways, he wasn't much help. If I screwed up, he would avoid repeating that exercise instead of practising it until I had perfected it. 

This wasn't working. 

After 10 weeks of perseverance, I didn't book any more lessons with him. I was getting nowhere, and let's face it, I didn't need much of an excuse to give up! I left it a year and then started looking again. And once again, the instructor was selected for me. 


This time, I was to learn with a 'friend of a friend' (a friend of HIS friend, naturally!) He was an ex driving instructor. He was still in the profession, but now taught at an advanced level as he was an instructor for those training to be instructors. I felt much safer with him. He was a wonderful teacher. He made me feel both at ease and confident on the road. My lessons were progressing really really well. I was excited. He started to discuss my theory with me and we discussed how many more lessons he predicted I would need before finally taking my test. After learning with him, weekly, for nearly 5 months, I was bubbling at the thought of getting close to test level. I was then faced with a break in my lessons. My teacher, C, was going abroad for a month. He was getting married in Cyprus and Honeymooning there too. He promised me we would pick up our lessons on his return. However, someone didn't want this to happen. Someone could obviously see how close I was getting to taking my test and winning back some of my independence. He would tell me daily that I would be slowly forgetting everything I was taught in my lessons, that C was a bad teacher for going away and that I shouldn't trust him any more. 

I never had another lesson with C. 

In fact, it was 2007 before I took another lesson. By this time, I had managed to escape the life I had been living and had since met The Man. A loosely attached and since estranged family member had trained to become a driving instructor and had agreed to teach me in his spare time. 2 hours a week I paid for, and all was good for the first few weeks. But then I found he started to snap if I did something wrong and his once calm exterior was becoming more stressed and uneasy. Maybe the job was beginning to get to him, maybe I was, I don't know. But I didn't feel comfortable in the driving seat of the car with him there any more. He and his wife had a baby, and whilst he was on paternity leave, I made the decision not to continue my lessons with him any longer. 

Since then, a number of factors have stopped me from starting up my lessons again. Financial hardship, work strain, having the children, but now, one of these very reasons is now the main reason for me wanting to do this again. The children spend the majority of their free time with me. Now the girls are in full time school, and soon, Charlie will be too. All of their leisure time is spent with me. They rely on me to do the fun things with them, to take them to exciting places, to fill their days with memories. Which is fine, but without driving, I have my limits! I don't want limits any more. The Man is so supportive of me learning to drive. He has promised I will have free access to a car once I have my licence and I know, where possible, he will take me out in between lessons to practise, as he did before. 

So this is where it will all change. I need to conquer the fears of the road that have held me back for so many years. I have to turn the things that frighten me to push me forward to do this once and for all, and focus on how different life will be if I can succeed in this and I must be stronger and stop allowing small set backs to act as excuses for me to give up. I need to stop letting what happened to D all those years ago affect me today. He wouldn't want it, and my babies don't deserve it!


This post was published at an earlier date, but once again, I lost my confidence and put off learning to drive again. I felt this would be a good opportunity to get it out there again, as I am definitely going to do it this time! And I thought that this post fit in perfectly with today's #Blogtober17 topic!

So, do you drive? How long did it take you to learn and pass? Did or do you share any of my fears at the wheel? If so, how did you tackle them?

Thanks for reading ... if you still are!

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Monday, 2 October 2017

#Blogtober17 Day 2: Babies

So ... when's the next one ...?



"Babies", they say. "Will you have any more?"
And as I get myself prepped to explain,
"Three's an odd number, you must go for four!"
"Forget the practicalities and the pain!"

I love having babies, I can't tell you how much,
The sight of a newborn makes my ovaries jump.
Everything about babies, their smell, their touch,
Then reality hits home with a bump.

There will be no more babies, of this I am sure,
The Man can explain it better than me ...
Without getting sentimental, he'll tell you why,
We will definitely be stopping at three.


But for the now, this is my chance to say,
To put it down here in print,
Why our little family, a five will stay,
The reality version, not the rose tint!

Plumlet was born nearly three years ago,
To say he was a shock would be mild!
We weren't sure of much but hell, did we know,
Our world was about to get wild!

Having our Beastie saw me risking my life
They recommended I made her my last
Medical complications and all sorts of strife
The panic and worry was vast.


"No more babies" we said at that time,
And happy as a family of four,
Next, appointments and visits and yeah ... cut out the wine ...
We were about to grow by one more.

The Man turned white - paler than pale,
The worst of fears haunting his head.
Having recently lived through such a terrifying tale,
And hearing all that the doctors had said.

We didn't know what to do, whether we should,
The panic was setting in fast.
The biggest of fears was whether we could,
Or if all of our luck had long passed.

Our boy came along, and he's surrounded with love,
And now we're a family of five,
Like five perfect fingers on your favourite glove,
Makes me feel so lucky to be alive!

As much as I'd love to go through it once more,
I don't think once more would even be enough.
We were lucky enough to be a healthy family of four,
And one more time may just be too tough.


Just one more pregnancy may just be too much,
It's too big a risk now to take,
The things I could lose are here in my clutch,
And my desires will be halted for their sake.

For the sake of my babies, our family of five,
For the sake of what their tomorrow will be,
For the fact that they need their mummy alive,
They don't need another baby ... 

... They need me!


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Sunday, 1 October 2017

#Blogtober17 Day 1: All About Me!

This is Me!

#Blogtober17 Day 1

A whole post, all about me?! I don't think that is actually something you will find anywhere else on this blog! Why? Because I'm just not that interesting, that's why! To be honest, I struggle with the confidence to write about many things here, purely because I don't believe anyone will want to read about it! So a whole blog post about me is not something I would normally dream of writing, but here it is.


This is me. Well, this is me and Munch, our first born. She has just turned 8 and was the reason for me starting this blog 6 years ago. I may have considered using a photo of just me for this post, but to be honest, I don't think there are any! I'm not a 'selfie' person, and am usually the first to duck away from the camera in an attempt to dodge the shot! Some would find this strange, considering my childhood as a photographer's daughter and my adult life being partner to one! But I suppose that the first fact about me - my face hates the camera ... or the camera hates my face ... whichever way you want to look at it!

So in honour of Blogtober 2017, a blog post for each and every day in October, here are some more facts, which you may (or may not!) wish to know about me.

I was born the eldest of three children - sister to two brothers. Born and raised in Essex, the (in)famous county in which I still live!

I am mum to 3 - Munch (8), Beastie (5) and Plumlet (3)


I became a mum for the first time, just after my 30th birthday.

After primary school, I went on to an all girls' convent school ... with a grand total of 1 nun on the teaching staff list!

I was a bit of a lover of school, although I don't think I totally realised it at the time. I stayed on after my GCSEs and sat A'Levels in English, Classics and Drama.

I spent 5 years at university in Twickenham, working towards my Bachelors Degree in Education Studies and English.

I spent a few years, utilising my qualification, teaching in a school for children with Special Educational Needs - probably the best job I have ever done!

I have a slight obsession with prisons and have a dream of visiting Alcatraz one day!


I am terrified of spiders, confined spaces, heights, surgical needles and I will immediately leave the room if anyone is biting the sleeve of their wooly jumper!

I had my first and only tattoo when I was 23 years old. The tattoo artist said at the time that he'd bet cold, hard cash he would never see me again ... he didn't. It bloody hurt!!

But ... I'd do childbirth all over again tomorrow!

I've written a children's book but am, for now, unpublished. A fact that will change!

My favourite foods are Chinese cuisine, my mum's cauliflower cheese and my dad's bubble & squeak!

After 12 and a half years together, The Man and I are finally getting married in April, 2018. We got together in 2005 after finding friendship in the workplace!

My favourite colour is purple.

I've only ever been to one live concert, and that was Lily Allen in 2006. I have, however, seen my fair share of characters on stage with a target audience of between 3-8 years old.

I'm a very emotional person - some say too emotional, and I hate confrontation.

I love to immerse myself in arts and craft, with a history of a number of 'experiments' to speak of ... some of the results are even still hanging in other people's homes!


Out of all the jobs I've done in my life, the best, by far, has been motherhood! However, as their day to day need for me becomes less and as each one starts school, I would love to make a full time living from my writing ... one way or another!

So, that's me. I did warn you I wasn't very interesting!

I'm looking forward to revealing more little snippets of my life, loves, hates and opinions as I delve deeper into Blogtober 2017. 

I'd love you all to stay with me for it!



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Monday, 7 August 2017

Paws for Fun at Paw Patrol Live!

The Pups come to Wembley!

PAW Patrol Live! Race to the Rescue is based on the hit preschool series PAW Patrol, and has been treating its fans to a live tour, visiting towns and cities across the globe, and allowing hoards of excited children to see their favourite pups in action on the stage.


Plumlet has been a fan of Paw Patrol for some time now, educating me on his extensive knowledge of the character names and their catchphrases at every opportunity, placing pup themed toys on birthday and Christmas lists and watching episodes on repeat whenever he can. So, when I was asked if I would like to attend the show at Wembley, it was a no-brainer. Beastie is also a lover of the Nickelodeon show, so I knew it would be a great treat for the both of them.




To receive such an awesome looking invitation in the post was exciting enough. However, Plumlet took delivery of a box full of amazing goodies - all items of official Paw Patrol Live merchandise, to really get him looking forward to the show!


The merchandise is as bright and colourful as the show itself. Featuring all of the popular characters from the much loved show, every item is officially made and of high quality. From the moment Plumlet lifted his new plush Rubble from the box, he hasn't put him down!


Fast forward a few short weeks and we were on our way to the SSE Wembley Arena to watch Paw Patrol Live on stage! Me, Plumlet, Beastie and her best friend made our way into London with excitement levels through the roof!
On arrival, we received the warmest of welcomes. Security levels were high, but every member of staff present on the day, regardless of their duties, were friendly and accommodating, always finding that extra moment to stop and talk to the children. Staff on the door, floating around the foyer, manning the auditorium doors and serving in the restaurant were all helpful and happy, which was lovely.

The show naturally begins with Ryder, the teacher of the pups and leader of the Paw Patrol, greeting the audience. And then, just as you would expect to hear at a concert fronted by a Platinum selling artist, the arena was filled with screams and cheers as each pup was introduced. Children jumped to their feet as the stage filled with the characters and the widely recognised theme tune blasted from speakers  around the auditorium. It was a lively start to what had promised to be a PAWsome show!
The pups are large in size and just as animated as if they were on the television screen. Controlled by superheroes of the human kind (those costumes looked warm and heavy!) the way they move those pups around the stage is amazing. The voice acting is also expertly performed by these talented 'puppeteers', delivering an exciting, musical experience for their young (and not so young) audience!

"Each show brings everybody’s favorite pups to the stage for an action-packed, high-energy, musical adventure. During each performance, which includes two acts and an intermission, the pups show that "no job is too big, no pup is too small," sharing lessons for all ages about citizenship, social skills and problem solving."


With humour, suspense and important life lessons, Paw Patrol Live is the perfect show for any youngster. Audience participation is encouraged and smiling is very much expected, so what's not to love?! My 3 little show companions were all transfixed on the stage from beginning to end!
The show is 90 minutes long which includes a short, 10 minute interval around half way through. We found this to be the perfect length. I was a little concerned that Plumlet (and possibly Beastie!) would possibly struggle to sit through a show that was an hour and a half long. It was Plumlet's first ever live performance and Beastie finds sitting still for 10 minutes at the breakfast table difficult! However, she hardly moved until the end! She even refused to move during the interval, because seconds before the curtains went down on the first half, we were teased with a flash appearance from her favourite character, Everest. She knew she was coming up and insisted she had to stay put in case she missed it! As for Plumlet, I won't lie, he was terrified at the beginning. As we entered the arena, he was completely overwhelmed by the sheer size of the venue, and his nerves meant he stuck to me throughout. By the time we were about 20 minutes into the show, he was thoroughly enjoying himself and was happily joining in with the Ryder initiated chants of "RUFF RUFF" with the rest of the audience. The way he was at the start, I was worried he would spend the entire performance with his hands covering his eyes and his head buried in my shoulder, but he obviously couldn't resist the fun that was coming from the stage and relaxed nice and quickly.

Plumlet and Beastie were already fans of Paw Patrol, but this fantastic show has given them both a whole new appreciation for it and they have talked about it constantly since. As an addition to your show tickets, you can also book a Meet & Greet with the characters for that extra special photo opportunity! The atmosphere was electric, the music was catchy and the performance was top class. We would recommend the show to anyone that is a fan of these adventurous pups - it's definitely one for the 'not to miss' list, and is now on our 'would love to see again' list!


We received a box of Paw Patrol goodies and a complimentary ticket to the show. No other payment was received for writing this post and all words and opinions are our own.