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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…
MONEYBOX: THE UNSMASHABLE PIGGYBANK
This is a collaborative post with Moneybox. I’m guessing that at least 100 thoughts a day float through my mind that are related to bits and pieces I need to do for my three boys – things needed to be done immediately, that day,that week, that month…and beyond that it all gets a bit messy. …
SNACKEEZ: HERO OF THE LUNCHTIME SCHOOL RUN
It’s a hard life for poor Hero. He gets up, gets his breakfast with the boys and at lunchtime I’m off on the school run – during which time he inevitably falls asleep and snoozes until around 3pm when I trek back out again to collect the boys. When he wakes up, he’s hungry –…
No Rainclouds Please…. My (Fifth) Mothering Sunday…
I never imagined my life would be as it is; never dreamed I would be a wife, or ever a mother. Until I was 25, my life just didn’t seem to be heading that way. In my daydreams I just longed to be a successful woman; I’d abandoned the idea of any future relationships months earlier…
Keep Britain Breastfeeding Scavenger Hunt: All Hands To The Pump!
After yesterday’s confession about the Day I Shot A Man, it’s day five out of seven of the Keep Britain Breastfeeding Scavenger Hunt and today we’re talking about something I’m an old hand at now. It’s breastmilk pumping. If you normally read my blog and the breast discussions are not your thing, please be advised…
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…