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BOXIE BOX UNBOXING
I love subscription boxes. SO much. If I was a singleton with no children to pay for, I’d indulge myself and have at least two or three a month. Or more. Haha. I love the waiting for delivery day whilst checking Instagram to see if anyone else has received theirs and made a cute flatlay,…
AN AUTUMN WORKSHOP WITH 5FTINF
I love learning. I think it’s because when you get to a certain age *cough* it starts to become clear to you where your interests really lie and that learning doesn’t always involve textbooks and lectures. After stalking admiring her Instagram and blog for months now, I decided to be brave and attend one of…
House Elves and Elfcapades…
Our first Elf arrived in 2011 when Jensen Indiana was one year old. I had discovered the tradition through reading American family blogs and there were aspects I loved about the whole idea and others I wasn’t so fond of. The basic concept was of an elf who arrived in your home and who…
Growing Our Own Again….
It is a well known fact that anything you grow yourself tastes better, especially when you’re little. After last year’s disasterously slow attempt (except for the pumpkins) coupled with the awful weather that we had, we’ve been quick off the mark this year…and everyone lent a hand. There are no Little Red Hens in this…
Christmas 2012….
…was perfect. It was cinnamon sweet, warm and toasty, bursting with freshly grated nutmeg…and sprinkled in teeny tiny candy canes. Every smell, taste, touch, sight or sound said, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” in large, bold (red) letters. There was no mistaking the season in the Jones household; Baby Dragon’s introduction to “festive” could only have been made…
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THE [NOT SO] LAZY DAYS OF SUMMER: PICNICS AND BUG HUNTS IN THE NEW FOREST
Ahhh, British Summertime. The time of year when, if I had a pound for the hand of each child I’d held whilst running at Sports day because they were scared, embarrassed, or worried about coming last, I wouldn’t be rich, but I’d feel a whole lot better about making a fool of myself doing it….