So we got through half term and managed to complete the school project we were set to make superhero favourites. I say we because it involved me frantically searching Pinterest ideas at the last minute whilst Herbie’s involvement consisted of painting loo rolls – progress from only wanting to paint himself – with the help… Continue reading Superheroes and spooks
This month I have been mostly getting annoyed with those unimportant things in life that still make you want to hurl something through a window as you stumble about in the sleep-deprived fog that is having a three-month-old-baby. Here’s my top five gripes: 1. Baby rocker chair legs (example A) – these stick out further… Continue reading My top five First World moans
It’s the eve of our four-year-old starting school and we had the obligatory home visit a few days ago. The teacher and TA were lovely, and the school have a great way to make the visit seem more exciting by sending you a yellow balloon with a smiley face on it in anticipation of their… Continue reading A home visit blighted by balloons
The summer holidays are here and so most of my days at present are spent with both an 8-week-old and a four-year-old. I’ve been impressed with the help the four-year-old has been giving me. Happy to fetch things and protective over his new brother. He’s not doing much for my self esteem though. His most… Continue reading A day in the life…
I was debating posting this but in the end decided it helps to share, even if sometimes you feel you are shouting into an empty room.In the early days after having a baby, any mention of having down days immediately means people think you might have PND, and this discourages any talk of the times… Continue reading It’s ok not to feel ok
Moving house is one of the most stressful things that you can do and I hadn’t realised how true this was until we did it again. Here’s my lowdown of what makes it so: Solicitors – namely conveyancers. Do you make paperwork an art form? Want a straight answer – what’s that? Can I push… Continue reading What I learnt and rediscovered about moving house
This Christmas Eve, despite our best efforts, husband got mildly pissed at a friend’s gathering, which in returning home led to a slow descent into cantankerous intolerance as we tried to get our three-year-old to bed amidst tears, protestations and threats of no presents if he didn’t go to sleep. He was still up, faffing… Continue reading ‘Twas the night before Christmas…and all went to pot
I’m trying something new in this post (hope it doesn’t sound too’PR’) and talking about a children’s book that I was sent some info on recently. I really liked it and thought you might too. It’s a children’s cookbook called Mission Cookpossible, written by Amelia Thorne and illustrated by Jose Fragaso. The characters are funny… Continue reading Cooking with imagination
“Where art thou, Mother Christmas? I only wish I knew Why Father should get all the praise And no one mentions you.” Roald Dahl had it about right when he wrote the above. This year, I made Herbie a special postbox from an old Cheeseballs container, covered it with red card, cut a letterbox in… Continue reading Mother Christmas gets a raw deal
We had a day out to Kipling’s country home, Bateman’s in Burwash, recently and it was another great National Trust visit. After the usual argument in the car park about where the entrance was and why we were not walking there immediately, we explored the grounds and the wider countryside as it was a bright… Continue reading If you can keep your head when, all around you, a toddler is having a meltdown…
My Beautiful Diary of the Amazingly Mundane 