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Evening Blackberries…
After completely picking our humble bush at the bottom of the garden bare, right down to the little green berries (yes, he tried those too), when Dadda arrived home from work he decided it was time for Jensen Indiana to forage on pastures new. So out we headed, red tin pail in hand to hunt…
NATIONAL FEET WEEK
I was gifted products in return for coverage about National Feet Week. Forgotten Feet is a charity which I have chosen to support. NATIONAL FEET WEEK National Feet Week. You know I love to celebrate – but I don’t usually celebrate “National” Weeks with the exception of those related to Keep Britain Breastfeeding. National Feet…
C’EST LA VIE: lights by TENA
Bum bounce. Bum bounce. BUMMMM BOUNCCCCCCCCE! I hear these words at least seven or eight times an hour as Hero pleads with me to join him on the trampoline in the back garden. Let’s forget that my body, post three huge baby boys, is hardly trampoline-ready, or that the neighbours can see me each time…
NAPTIME FOR HERO WITH THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE
Shhhh….. It’s naptime. I love pyjamas – the boys have an overflowing trunk in their bedroom that we refer to as the pyjama box. I put in in their bedroom so that at night they would be able to pick their own sleepwear and help with the bedtime routine. The trouble is, it’s full of…
Peas and Quiet…
Sometimes, when you’re the biggest of the smallest, life can get a bit too heavy. Like when you’re trying to do serious drawing for your Granny and your little brother colours all over it. Or when you’re only allowed use glue and scissors during his naptime…or when your Momma spends all of her time saving…
PLAYDATES: ARE THEY FOR YOU?
Advertorial brought to you in association with Aptamil Follow on and Growing Up milks playdates Over the last two weeks, between my three boys we’ve had five playdates. Last year the thought of one playdate alone would instantly leave me feeling as though I’d been kicked in the stomach – and here I am, actually…