My heart sank when an email popped in to my inbox about a Jubilee Garden Party at DorkySon’s nursery. What a way to spend a Saturday.
I have documented my dislike of parties on the blog before, and when you add in the Jubilee element, that dislike only intensifies. I’m not massivly anti-monarchy; I just genuinely couldn’t care less about the Royal family. And flag-waving of any kind – be it Saltire or Jack – is not something that has ever appealed to me.
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The lovely ladies across at Mummy Central have tagged me in a hilarious post, where they lament the number of times a day their kids ask them ‘Why…?’. They have recommended that we turn the tables of on our toddlers and provide them with a list of our own ‘Whys’. How could I resist? Here are mine. Continue reading
DorkySon has always loved us to read stories to him. As long as there’s a cuddly grown-up and a book nearby, he’s the happiest boy in the world.
A couple of nights ago, DorkyDad and I were a little surprised to suddenly find that the storytelling roles had reversed.
“Sit on the floor Mummy.” said DorkySon. “Sit down Daddy. I’m going to tell you a story.”
We did as we were told, and sat down on the carpet. DorkySon sat down in front of us and took a deep breath.
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I have never been a big fan of exercise, but when DorkySon celebrated his third birthday I realised that it was no longer possible to keep blaming my wobbly bits on ‘post-pregnancy’. So recently I’ve borrowed some Davina McCall fitness DVDs from a friend and I’ve been quite enjoying doing them. Each session is only half an hour, so can be easily done while DorkySon is taking a nap.
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If you saw my Silent Sunday post, you’ll know that we no longer just have a toddler. We have a cycling toddler.
I’ll rephrase that. We have a toddler with a bike. We’re still quite a long way from having a cycling toddler.
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