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...
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...
