She is Three

She is three now, my littlest. She turned three on Saturday. She’s certainly not a baby of course, she’s just my last born child. She’s not my baby, she’s a big girl she reminds me. She has her knickers, and big girls have knickers not nappies. She won’t wear a bib as…

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Fluffy Bunny Birthday Cake 

Miss L was very sure what kind of cake she wanted for her first ever birthday party (and second ever birthday) – she declared it would be a “bunny cake” and so, in the family tradition, it was to be. She turns three this week so this post is long…

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Goodbye to a decade 

I’m sitting on the couch, on a wet Friday night, wrapped in a blanket, sipping a gin and tonic. My husband is upstairs – wrestling with wrapping paper I hope. We’ve a playlist to agree, another drink to have and then my thirties will be over. They started in Venice,…

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It's Only a Zero. Right? 

I’m OK. Totally OK.  I am totally OK with turning 40 in two-and-a-half weeks. That’s what I’ve been telling myself for months and months, for years in fact.  It’s only a number.  I am as old as I feel, as old as I choose to believe, or choose to act.…

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Seven Toys That Kids Love to Play With

It’s all very well reading toy recommendations from people who received press releases, but really kids are the best judges of what toys kids like. I often think that my crew are blind to their own toys as they’re shoved into IKEA Trofast boxes in one end of the sunroom, but…

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Two

    My youngest is two today Happy Birthday Miss L. My girl, my baby, my doll. Two. We’ve left babyhood behind and are racing through the toddler years. Two. Where has the time gone? Two. I want to slow things down. She’s growing so fast. Where’s my baby gone? But…

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Thirty Nine.

Today, I turn thirty nine. (Happy Birthday to meeee) I was born at midday on a Friday, thirty nine years ago. I arrived by c-section, my parents’ first baby. Nearly forty years ago. (Happy Mammyversary Mam, Happy Daddyversary Dad) From today, I’ll be “forty next birthday”, “in my fortieth year”.…

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Treasure Chest Birthday Cake

  It was Cathal’s 4th birthday last week. He’s my middle child and every year he likes to test my birthday party planning by throwing a spanner in the works. Last year he insisted on a shop-bought Peppa Pig Cake from Tesco rather than one of the homemade delights that…

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Four: "A weally big age"

Cathal is four today. I wrote last week about how six feels so old, much more than five. This week realise that I feel exactly same about four. Those damned even numbers get me every time. When Cathal turned three it felt like a normal progression, just a number. But…

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