Last week Finley was sent a Mystery Box from Kids Parcel. I knew he’d be pretty excited so I had to smuggle it from the Post Office to the boot of the car and its been hidden under coats all week.
There comes a point in your marriage, when you come to the realisation that you can only really get away with calling each other a cunt once or twice a month. Any more than that and you are pushing your luck.
Our son turned three this month and he is not potty trained. For some people, this is quite a big deal. For us, for him – it just isn’t. Whilst he has used a potty over the last six months and been reasonably
Last weekend for the first time in ages, all three of us were not working / not moving house / not running around like headless chickens trying to catch up on everything. This weekend we were on no-ones schedule but
The thing about being a parent is that you are basically screwed from the get go. You can’t always be certain you have made the right decisions. You will get it wrong. You will second guess yourself. You will have regrets.
‘Mummmmy …. Daddddy!’ ‘Commme On….’ ‘It’s Fri – ayyy’ ‘Commme On….’ ‘Commme On Now!’ ‘Fri – ayyy Fri – ayyy’ This is what we woke up to at 5.30am last Friday morning. If it had not been “Fri-ayyy”, I would
Sometimes I forget that I’m still a first time parent. I feel like I’ve been a Mum for a while, its not all shiny and new and I should just know the answers by now. I mean you get all