Richard over at Amused and Bemused nominated me to do a post on desert island discs. You can see his list here This isn't my "normal" blog style and I know my last few posts have all been lists of some sort- and I will get back to the family posts soon, I promise! For those... Continue Reading →
Motherhood can be hard. But it doesn't have to be lonely. If you need a friend, I'm there. Often with bonus cake that the toddler and I have thrown together. I also have a handy sleeve for those snotty tears when you're having a really bad day.
I blog a lot about parenting and the kids and all things family related right down to home decor, and although I do blog about myself a recent post on twitter from Meannibee means I'm joining in on a fun (slightly rambling) little post that lists 10 things about me (that you may or may not... Continue Reading →
If you're not there on time, or refuse to go or don't show up within 6 hours it's an automatic referral to Child services
You only regret the choices you never made. The things you never tried, the moments you didn't say yes to. Apparently. What about the other side of the coin? The choice you did make? The "yes" that you did utter? Do you regret that? Was it the right choice? Would the grass be greener if... Continue Reading →
Living in military accommodation has its plus points, but also has a few downsides. There's no rule that says you can't decorate/paint, however when handing the house back it has to be all magnolia walls and immaculately cleaned (post on how to clean to March out standard will probably happen at some point) After 4... Continue Reading →
Inevitably, as the child of a potty mouthed parent, he's picked up a few curse words.
Pre children, I swore dummies (paci/pacifier to some of you!) were horrible plastic things designed for lazy parents and destined to cause a lifetime of dental and speech problems. (Oh to be the naive judgey pre babies me once again! Ha. I'd slap myself!) Then I had children, and everything changed! (Because that never happens!) ... Continue Reading →
My Dad once told me about a button. A button, that on the front says press to test. Naturally, You press it, but as soon as you press it the little display flashes up with release to detonate. This is where I am right now. My finger firmly pressed on the button; stuck. Petrified of... Continue Reading →