Sea shells, pasta shells and Scottish bears
My kids ask a lot of questions. Sometimes they come from out of the blue, sometimes they are influenced by what is going on around them (or on a screen in front of them). But the context doesn’t make much difference. They still don’t make sense. So I present to you my ever curious daughter and, making a rare appearance in a question post, my younger son…B2 age 8 3/4: Do sea creatures eat pasta shells, but...
Proud mummy weekend
The other day I shared with you my stress about an even busier than usual weekend I really wasn’t sure how I would cope with having so much to do in such a short space of time. So I think it’s only fair of me to let you know that the weekend went really well. I was so proud of my kids and their achievements. It really was worth every moment of stress and every mouthful of food eaten in a rush either very early or very...
Stop the world, I want to get off
Having an ill child is stressful and worrying and I wouldn’t recommend it. To parents or children. But every cloud has a silver lining (that’s unusually optimistic for me).Having an ill child forces you to slow down and prioritise. And in a weird kind of way I’ve enjoyed having my son poorly. Just the bits where he’s pretty much himself. Not the bits where he’s been crying on the toilet.I spend my life in...
Saturday is Cubs caption day!
This photo was taken on the St George’s Day parade for Cubs and Scouts the other day (more on that in a day or two). I got the camera out to try to take some candid shots of my lovely younger son, but he decided to pull lots of funny faces instead. I’ve got a whole series of these funny faces and, actually, I prefer them to the ‘proper’ photos I planned to take. This photo kind of breaks my self-imposed no...
