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.
We do try and eat out with the boys, we like eating out and I think it’s important to introduce them to new foods and new situations. Little Monkey is a dream to dine out with; he will choose a good table, peruse the menu, take full advantage of the coloured pencils and activity sheets… Continue reading Eating Out With Kids – one of those things that sane parents probably don’t do.
Today I’m poorly. It’s not surprising really; it’s the last weekend of the holidays and back to work on Monday. I’ve been pretty healthy all summer, my hair hasn’t been dried and straightened for six weeks, my feet have been in flip flips every day and I’ve worn make up twice. My body is… Continue reading Da Sniffles
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
When my firecracker of a niece proudly showed myself and Pearl, her other auntie, a picture she had drawn, we politely told her it was fabulous and what a good artist she was and also how lifelike the picture of her drowning and daddy shouting at the lifeguard was. As soon as her back was… Continue reading “…and this is me, drowning.”