August bank holiday only means one thing in this house – Daddy goes to the Reading Festival and poor old mummy is left holding the baby. If I told you this was the least bitter I’ve been about the whole affair since my darling other half decided to buy the tickets two months ago, I think you get the general idea of just how massive this argument has been. I even dreamt about hiding the bloody things, and setting up a new eBay account to sell them – but I’m just not capable of such deceit. More’s the pity.

The situation has been made all the worse by the fact I’m pregnant, and therefore tired, suffering from overwhelming morning sickness and very emotional. Throw in the fact the whole family is barely over a bout of gastroenteritis and (hopefully) I’m beginning to claw back a modicum of sympathy from you all.

Okay, and here’s the worst bit… we (in all our infinite wisdom) decided that on Friday 23^rd August, right before a bank holiday, to switch internet providers. This is despite knowing that these things so very rarely run smoothly. Given that I work from home, internet downtime is the most cruel gift from the techno gods.

Yep, the cute but very sweaty BT Openreach man discovered a line fault and delivered the news in epic speech filled with such technical jargon I was at a loss as to how I could complain even if I wanted to. So now dear reader I have been endured my 3^rd consecutive day with no internet, no BBC iPlayer, or LOVEFiLM Instant. I’m bored, lonely and seething with jealousy that Craig is drinking beer in the sun.

Right this instant I am holed up in the most unattractive corner of a pub, sneakily abusing their WiFi (and electricity) to send this post live. My son, has been hastily interred at his nanny’s for “just 30 minutes” so I can do a cut-and-paste-from-MS-Word job that I barely have any confidence in given my complete lack of tech-savviness.

I know I shouldn’t complain. Dexter is a sweet, funny and charismatic baby, and I’m very proud to say I’m his mummy. However… spend three whole days alone with him, without a daddy on hand to do the dinner and bedtime routine, without the internet to keep me sane and provide those precious nuggets to keep the bank manager off my back, without the ability to drink my bodyweight in red wine to make myself feel better… and I’m practically dressing the sofa cushions in clothes and chatting to them like they are long lost friends. Simply put, I’m losing the plot.

Sensing a mummy-in-need, and the most catastrophic of meltdowns, thanks be to God that this little fella dropped by for a cuddle. I give you Superbaby.

 

 

Okay, okay – so it is just Dexter dressed up. But you can’t deny he really looks the part. This ridiculously sweet little outfit is from Joker’s Masquerade.

In truth, this house has a bit of a Superman obsession. Dexter has had Superman PJ’s since he was 3 months old. Whenever he outgrows them, a new pair mysteriously arrives in the post (I suspect daddy has a hand in this). We also have a huge canvas of him in said PJ’s in our living room. The very same picture is also my Twitter avatar. This all, despite the fact I have never seen one Superman film, read one comic, nor would even know how to begin to describe Christopher Reeve to you.

Yep Superbaby is Dexter’s alter ego. He is the calmer, less whingey, less destructive version of my baby boy. Every time I slip on this outfit everything seems slightly more bearable – if only because Dex looks so impossibly cute he melts my heart and gets away with that little bit more than he usually does.

At £14.99 it is a very small price to pay for a little sanity. Dex is incredibly comfy in it. It’s made of felt which is soft against his skin and also warm and breathable for any potential Superbaby stunts. Thankfully, despite this being a toddler Superman suit, his feet are left well exposed to prevent him slipping over too. The little cape and pant-detail are adorable!

Slipping him into his outfit is as easy as Clark Kent’s legendary transformations. You slip in a nappy clad baby, do up at the back of his neck, then fix on the cape using the Velcro fastenings. My only slight gripe is that you have to take him back out of it to change his nappy and we have the same old struggles we usually have when he’s plain old Dexter. It’s also slightly too big - but that means we’ll get to appreciate it for that little bit longer (and that’s no bad thing).

We had loads of fun in it. Uncle Dan helped Dexter managed some flight-time, he went to park and got fussed over by some other mums and dads, Superbaby also helped mummy with some washing up!

So there you have it. This little suit has cheered up this otherwise depressed mummy. With a whole heap of other equally adorable children’s fancy dress on the website (plus tons of adult ones too – including some naughty ones and plus sized ones) there’s something for every occasion. In fact, had Craig known I had the offer of reviewing an outfit on there for myself (and not Dexter) I might have been able to tempt him into staying here with me instead!

To take a look for yourself, head on over to joke.co.uk or follow them on Twitter and Facebook.

DISCLAIMER: I was sent this cute little outfit for the purposes of this review - all thoughts and opinions are my own.