These days kids are asking for phones from a very young age. We were always resolute that our eldest wouldn’t get one until he was in secondary school. Or at least when he was 12. Then, last Christmas, 3 months after his 11th birthday we decided to surprise him with…
Lockdown continues and so does my lockdown diary. I’m not really sure if anyone is interested in reading, but a lot of the purpose of a blog is to record things, so I’m doing that for me here. Saturday April 18th Another Saturday hanging around at home in our 2km…
I don’t write a birthday post for each child each year, because life is busy and sometimes birthdays pass us by in a rush. This year, because things are just so hectic and there is so much going on I felt that it was even more important to sit down…
I stole a glance, hoping that he wouldn’t see. I’ve been warned often enough not to do embarrassing things. There he was among his friends, chatting and laughing, confident. I saw something new, something that’s been around a while but I’ve been ignoring it, pretending that it’s not there. He’s…
Dearest Children. If you’re reading this then you’ve either swiped my phone or are using the internet unsupervised, but it is addressed to you I guess, so who am I to stop you. If you’ve been having a root around this site you are bound to be asking yourself some…
If you follow me on social channels as they call them these days like Instagram or Facebook you’ll have noticed that the background to my photos has changed recently. There’s a reason for that. We moved house at the end of June, it was so busy with end of school and going…
Three kids. But there’s always one. One who pushes my buttons. One who shrieks at a pitch that sends me over the edge. One that wants “up on you lap”. One that refuses to talk. One that refuses to stop talking. One that won’t wash their hands, One that’s germophobic…
I remember so well the first time I saw you. Your little head slightly squished from your fraught arrival, covered in a mop of blonde hair. She handed you to me, wrapped in your blue hospital blanket, “a big lad”she told me. You still are. I held you tight and…
After almost ten years of parenting (nine years and eleven months to be precise) there are days (OK, weeks) when I feel still feel like life is totally chaotic and, well simply out of control. Order is beyond my grasp. In this time I’ve discovered some things to help me…
I’m a parent now almost ten years. I’ve the scars to prove it. Along with the joy, the happiness, the sense of pride and achievement I’ve dealt with the downsides too. I like to think I’ve soldiered through well. I’ve battled colic. At least twice. I’ve removed headlice and soothed…
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