Shhh.
Do you hear that?
No, neither do I. After almost two months of summer holiday, DorkySon is back at school and I am sitting at my desk in absolute silence. Several hours have gone by and there have been no requests for a glass of juice, or for a book to be read, or for another DVD.
It is very quiet. Nice, but quiet. Continue reading
Merry Christmas! I hope you had a wonderful day, and are feeling as full as you should be of cheese, roasted parsnips, tangerines, turkey or whatever the tradition is in your house.
You can see from the photo above that our current traditions are chunky socks, handwritten letters to Santa, ugly but loved tree decorations, stockings, apples and cherries… Oh and crackers, which are sold here as ‘bon bons;’ but will always be crackers to me.
We started with Eggs Benedict, and I surprised myself with some pretty good hollandaise sauce and perfectly poached eggs. (Actually no, we started at 6am with stockings in bed, but I hadn’t had my coffee at that stage, so…) We had roast pork and potatoes, fresh peas and plenty of champagne. This year it was just the three of us, and it was the calmest Christmas Day I can ever remember. Neither DorkySon nor I got out of our pyjamas all day. Continue reading
I realised that since I’ve started using Instagram I haven’t been sharing anywhere near as many photos on the blog, so I thought I’d better remedy that with a quick roundup of the year in pictures.
It has been a year where DorkySon has really enjoyed some hands-on art experiences…
Today’s guest post comes from Sarah at Grenglish, who has long been one of my favourite bloggers. Last time Sarah guest posted for me – Just the One – the response was overwhelming, and I have a feeling this beautiful post is going to get just as much love…
Since becoming a mother, there are a great many things I find myself worrying about every single day.
I worry how well my son is settling in at school, whether he eats all of his lunch, and if it is possible for him to escape from the school playground without anyone noticing.
At home, I worry if he is watching too much TV, if we should be doing more crafts, and if he has wiped his bottom properly. Continue reading
Today’s fantastic guest post comes from my friend and fellow blogger Donna – a journalist and proud mum of two boys at primary school. She maintains her sanity by unleashing her thoughts and feelings over at Mummy Central. Her life’s ambitions are to become a sane and useful member of society. She is failing miserably. (Her words, not mine!) But feel free to say hello on Facebook or Twitter.
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Every mother of boys will have had the following rhyme repeated back to her by a smiling (but ultimately spiteful) acquaintance at one time or another: “A daughter’s a daughter for life. A son is a son until he takes a wife.”
If you haven’t, then you’re lucky. Because what this person is trying to remind you is that much as your boy stares lovingly into your eyes, while he proposes to you every five minutes when he’s a toddler and promises he’ll never leave your side, one day some wench is going to come along and steal him from you.
Anyone who says they are pointing this out purely because they care about you is talking horse manure! Continue reading
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