The path of least resistance
Oct24

The path of least resistance

Show me a parent whose kids don’t watch TV and I will show you a saint. Or a liar. Because, let’s be honest, we all let our kids watch the telly. And we all know it’s not that good for them. But it’s not that bad either. It’s all about balance. The right programmes, for not too long, balanced out with other activities. My eldest didn’t start watching television until he was 18 months old. It sounds...

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On a roll
Oct22

On a roll

My girl is on a roll today. With a load of questions and comments that almost make sense. Almost. All from my girl, all aged 5 1/2… Why do birds poo on people? Why is bird poo white? I’ve never seen fish in real-life water, not swimming pools, but water like where whales go. I know how fast I go. More than extremely. Autumn should never be sunny. I know when my eyes are right up. Because I can’t see. Mummy, I think...

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Chocaholic
Oct21

Chocaholic

My name is Sarah and I’m a chocaholic… As addictions go, it’s pretty tame. But chocolate rules my life like the hardest drug. Like a true addict, I have irrational explanations of why I need to eat chocolate. Yes, NEED, not want. They are a) that I lose weight easily and therefore need to eat a lot to stay a normal size and b) I am intolerant to most other snacks, therefore I must eat chocolate. And like a true...

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Birth of a big boy
Oct20

Birth of a big boy

When my boys were born I didn’t have a computer, so I recorded their birth stories on a Dictaphone, so I could type them up at a later date. Then I put the Dictaphone tapes in a box, er, somewhere. And they haven’t been seen since. And anyway, I probably couldn’t find a Dictaphone to play the damn tapes anyway. So in the absence of this tape, and in recognition of his birthday, this is what I remember of my younger...

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Birthdays
Oct19

Birthdays

It’s my younger son’s birthday tomorrow, so it’s time to do the grotto. Grotto is one of those words adopted by us as a family which has developed to have its own specific meaning. It went from Santa’s grotto, to the place where my parents hid the Christmas presents when we were teenagers, to a hiding place for any presents, to its current meaning – the pile of presents the kids wake up to on the morning...

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