When I was pregnant with DorkySon, we bought a Terramundi Money Pot – a traditional Etruscan money pot for saving up your pennies in. The pots come with a fortune penny already inside, and you write down a wish on a small piece of card, which you post into the pot along with your first coin.
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Do you ever feel like you’re in the middle of a baby explosion? Like every time you turn on your computer there’s another pregnancy or birth announcement from a friend?
It’s a warm, cosy, cockle-warming place to be. There is nothing more lovely than when people you love and care about have good news to share.
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I read a post over at Life of an Expat Parent this week about some of the differences between Brits and Americans – what they say, and what they actually mean. It inspired me to dig out and finish this post which has been sitting in my drafts folder for a couple of weeks…
DorkyDad and I were sitting watching an old episode of Mock the Week a couple of nights ago when, for some reason, Jimmy Saville was mentioned.
“Jim’ll Fix It?” said DorkyDad. “What the hell is Jim’ll Fix It?!”
“It was a TV show. He was a guy that wore shiny tracksuits and a big medallion, and helped little kids dreams come true, and then they got a big Jim Fixed It For Me medallion to wear around their neck too!” I said.
And then I realised how odd that sounded.
Anyone who knows DorkySon knows that he is crazy about cars. You cannot step into our house without also stepping on a small, sharp vehicle of some kind. He loves books about cars, television shows about cars, standing in the living room window watching cars queuing at the petrol station across the road from us (he may have been the only person in the country delighted by the recent fuel strike debacle…).
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