My son is bouncy, energetic, and lovely; usually. He makes me tired just looking at him sometimes, but despite that, he can be the most sensitive and cuddly of my two children. He likes nothing better than to come in for mummy cuddles in the morning before school. His sister is approaching the time when(…)
This is a collaborative post as per our disclosure policy. This week we went to the bank. Not an unusual event in itself that…however, we didn’t go because mummy needed some more beer money, oh no. We went because Stuntboy and Chatterbox wanted to open their own bank accounts. We had a long detailed chat(…)
Yesterday I had an enforced Diet Coke Break… And no…I don’t mean that kind of Diet Coke Break ladies! I have not managed to get my hands on Ben Cohen’s torso after my post earlier in the week, sadly… Unfortunately, my kids have decided that I drink far too much Diet Coke for my own(…)
My kids have a pretty set routine in the morning -sleep has always been something that I have cherished, and I have discussed my strict morning routines on this blog before. No coming in to disturb us adults until 8am; thems the rules at weekends, and the kids have learnt its best to stick to(…)
My son – my greatest critic. Is it only me that gets this? He can be so lovely sometimes: “Mum, you look beautiful in that dress” Makes the heart melt doesn’t it? The honesty of kids. When they say stuff like that, well, you know that they mean it. Its a double edged sword though,(…)
This morning we had the proverbial bun fight to get kids in after school clubs. How do they work in your school? In mine; we queue on a particular day, wait until 8.30pm, join the queue for the club and scrabble to get names down before the usual 15 or 20 places are taken up.(…)
I was having a crap day. IT ability had left the building, my limited skills at Photoshop were annoying the hell out of me, and I hadn’t done anywhere near as much of the crap that needed doing. Then my daughter gave me this lovely picture… ..And then she said “It’s a big heart mummy,(…)
What are the differences between boys and girls – its all in a letter you know?!!?
Last night I read my son a reading book from his scheme at school. It was all about the Tour de France, and Lance Armstrong was everywhere in it. He actually pointed to a picture saying: “That’s Bradley Wiggins, Mummy.” No son, that is NOT Bradley Wiggins, Bradley Wiggins is a hero. Lance Armstrong is(…)
Kids never cease to amaze me with their questions – and I blame Olly Murs for this one – hands down!