Little Monkey has been wearing glasses since he was two years old. I’ve lost count of how many pairs he has had but through trial and error we have narrowed down the options available and we have two or three styles that we know suit him and feel comfortable on his face. The Husband and… Continue reading ‘The rainbow is for everyone’, Little Monkey, March 2017
Pancakes have always been one of those delicious comfort foods that suits everyone in our family. Feeling poorly? Make pancakes. Not sure what to have for breakfast? Whip up some pancakes. Having a family brunch? Pancakes. Traditionally I am a fan of a roll-up crepe with lemon and sugar; its what my nana used to… Continue reading Fluffy Bunnies
Dear Ben, I feel as if I can call you Ben, rather than Mr Shephard, because I feel as if I know you quite well. I see you at least three times a day; I often see more of you than I do my own husband. Neither me or my husband are wholly comfortable with this… Continue reading An open letter to Ben Shephard…or ‘Daddy Tipping Point’ as he is known to us.
I usually find one topic that inspires me or I think other people would like to read about and blog about it when I get the chance, but this week so much has happened that you’re getting a little diary. Hopefully less catastrophic than Bridget Jones’. Enjoy. Monday 13th – Exam day. Not for… Continue reading A Week in a Nut Shell
There’s nothing nicer than snuggling up in bed, curled around your little one while he suckles away and snoozes; snoring gently. It’s that nice time of night when he’s woken up in his cot for a feed but you know you’ve still got a good five hours of sleep before the alarm goes off so… Continue reading “I feel like nonsense” dealing with vomit
When I was nine years old we did a topic on the Romans in school, we learnt about traditional Roman houses, baths, invasions, Gods and Goddesses and food. Our teacher showed us how to make Roman shields and taught us how to fight with swords (or wooden 30cm rulers, to be more precise) and how… Continue reading Let Them Be Dolphins – Why Maths Makes Me Cry
I’m quite sure that most people have a best friend. I am lucky enough to have a few close friends (and being born in the 80s means that most of them have the same name, it would appear that most people either picked ‘Sarah’ or ‘Laura’ for their female offspring and hoped that… Continue reading Zebra Finch not Zebra Fish: a dedication to Jeff