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Save the Children Petition

I've been asked by fellow mummy blogger Mummy Dichotomy to join up with a campaign to raise awareness of a petition from Save the Children.  In January Save the Children launched the campaign No Child Born to Die.   Every year 8 million children under five die from illnesses we know how to treat or prevent, such as diarrhoea and pneumonia.  Save The Children is focusing on the provision of vaccinations and healthcare workers. 

On 13th June London is hosting a global vaccination summit where David Cameron and other world leaders will look at the issue of getting vaccines to the poorest children in the world. These will be life changing decisions for millions of children. Save The Children aims to make as much noise as possible to ensure the funding shortfall for vaccinations (4.7 billion) is met by all the donor countries.

If this funding gap is met the vaccines that could then be provided would save the lives of millions of children.
You can read all about the campaign here.   And sign the petition here.

Mummy bloggers are bringing together art work made by their children to help raise awareness of the Save the Children petition, in the blogosphere and beyond.  I had to ask my three year old to make a picture of herself, and although I'm not sure she really cared for the concept of 'self portrait', nevertheless I am, as always, immensely proud of her effort.  Please especially note the sparkly tummy button:

Please sign the petition to support this great cause. Please spread the word via the fabulous internet.  And if you are a blogger, you can enter, if you're quick, as the deadline is today, the 29th May!


  1. Oh! I am VERY proud for you too... that is a beautiful picture. The "tummy button" is a very important detail and love the feathers. Beautiful!

    Love it!

    Thank you for supporting this important cause and Save The Children, it is very much appreciated!


  2. thank you very much Maggy, i have passed on your comment to my three year old artist in residence! xxx


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