‘Twas the night before Christmas
Dec24

‘Twas the night before Christmas

Could there be a scarier time for parents than Christmas Eve? I love it, but it terrifies me. At bedtime on Christmas Eve, the kids lay out their raggle tangle assortment of sacks and stockings ready for Father Christmas (none of them match – as they were all bought on an ad-hoc basis as the kids came along). The lounge is hoovered and tidy, because I would hate Santa to see it in a mess. When my son was 2, he decided Father...

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Santa Train
Dec23

Santa Train

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and time for a favourite family tradition. The Santa Train has been an annual Christmas event since my eldest son was 18 months old. He loved steam trains, so what could be better than going on a steam train to see Father Christmas? The first time we went was a completely magical experience. The station is properly old-fashioned and authentic, it was starting to go dark and something about the Christmas...

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Random bunch
Dec22

Random bunch

A random bunch of questions from a random group of kids. Enjoy… 🙂 Me: Do you think Steven and Jane will get married? LG age 4 1/2: No, because Steven’s fat. Maybe Jane will marry a man who’s thin. Or maybe she’s already married. Me: She’s not already married. LG: How do you know? LG age 4 1/2: What would my name be if I had an ‘l’ before the ‘e’? LG age 4 1/2: Why are old people...

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Body swap
Dec21

Body swap

Regular readers will know the difference between my two sons. At the most basic level, they can be summarised as eldest – hard work, youngest – a delight. But this holiday they have changed places. All of a sudden, my eldest has stopped bullying his sister. He is actually playing with her and talking to her, laughing with her rather than at her. For once he is enjoying the fact that she is younger than him, rather than...

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Christmas past
Dec20

Christmas past

For his homework recently, my younger son had to talk to a family member about what they remember of Christmas as a child. So he talked to me. It was nice to look back. This is what I remember. When we were very young, before my sister was born, we used to go to my grandparents’ for Christmas. All of my grandparents lived in the same Midland town my parents had grown up in. We slept over at Granny and Grandad’s and Father...

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