Meet the Annoying Monsters

The Annoying Monsters found their way to Earth after being expelled from Planet Boggus by Queen Griselda, who found them just too annoying.  So now they've arrived and all they want to do is meet people and annoy them!  

They burp, scream, giggle, fart, snore and repeat everything you say...these cute, cuddly characters really are annoyingly fun.  You simply activate one of their sensors by tickling, touching or squeezing them to set them off.  They are loud, outrageous, aggravating and very funny!

We received Bothersome Boris and Irritating Ethel, two monsters from the range to review.  Each monster has his own biography giving you a background to your new friend.  Bothersome Boris thinks everything is a laugh and never means to cause bother, even though he causes it aplenty.  Irritating Ethel is as sweet as sugar but annoys the other monsters by trying to kiss and them and making them run away.

A button on their hand allows you to record a message which is then repeated back to you in an annoying monster voice.  That proved a fun feature with my kids making them say all kinds of nonsense!  If you stop playing with them they start snoring very loudly!  A jab in the eye illicits a blood curdling screech, a tickle on the foot has them laughing and jumping around and a poke to the guts expels wind from either end with a burp or a fart!!  This is toilet humour at its best (so not for those likely to be offended by such rudeness!!)

Annoying Monsters are set to be a big hit with children and the young at heart this year!  Children will love the cuddly creatures and will laugh at their outrageous antics.  Grown-ups with a certain sense of humour will find them hilarious!

Marketed by Mint Toys they cost under £20.  Available from Amazon and other stockists.

Check out www.annoyingmonsters.com for games, painting activities, stories, competitions and Annoying Monster fun.  My kids love this site...it really is a lot of fun!  

Why parenting is not for the squeamish!

Part of being a mother is the sudden realisation that you can never again be squeamish.  Having a baby opens you up to a whole world of bodily processes that your adorable newborn bundle has no control over.  The contents of baby's stomach, whether from attic or basement will, at various inopportune moments, be expelled at high velocity.  It is our job to be on hand with babywipes to mop up either end, thus keeping our precious little one sweet smelling...unfortunately this does not extend to us mums who end up with possett on our shoulders and luminous yellow nappy overflows on our laps.  The amount of times I've found myself in public toilets stood under the hand drier trying desperately to dry off my attempts at washing off the latest offering.


As baby gets older, the expulsions of bodily waste have an altogether different set of problems.  Baby suddenly takes an interest in the contents of their nappy.  Nappy changes become fraught with a new danger...the grab!  So whilst picking up a squirmy baby by the feet, diligently cleaning the cracks and crevices, working quickly and under pressure in case of any further expulsions, we also have to be on guard for the slight of hand movement whereby baby grabs the soiled nappy and flings it across the room.  Worse still, the more dextrous baby with a firmer stool can go the whole hog and grab the nappy contents itself.  It takes a moment to register the fact that sweet gurgling baby is in fact moments away from teething on their own poop!  It's a horror moment in deed!


Toddlers take this scatology to a level that would rival a German Scheisser Movie.  We've all experienced the stomach churning moment where we realise that what we are seeing is not brown crayon, chocolate or clay.  Our little one has got creative with their bodily waste.  With the enthusiasm of an H-Block smear campaign, the nursery walls, toys, cot bars and indeed baby himself, become coated in thick brown excrement.  For us the phenomenon manifested itself when my angelic little girl decided to decorate her sit 'n' ride toy.  The assault on the senses was a slow burn fuelled by disbelief.  As the reality of the situation dawned on me, all I could do was gag and do the one thing that needed to be done...shout for my husband!

 

Don't think that it stops with competent toilet training either.  During the launch of the Playstation One, one of our offspring actually peed themselves because they refused to tear themselves away for a toilet break.  Then in another unrelated incident crapped his pants because he was playing outside with his mates and thought it would be embarrassing to tell them he had to go home to go the toilet!  Oh the logic!


So, don't ever get complacent.  As a mother you sign up to be a gusset scrubber forever more!