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I’m 39. How did that happen? My parents have been married for 40 years. I’m 39. Cry with me. What’s your favourite aspect of getting older?
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…
MEAL PLANNING [WEEK 12]
I’m back on the meal planning wagon. I’ve climbed aboard again for two reasons. One, I’m spending far too much money on what appears to be very little actual food, and secondly, I’m tired of asking people what they want me to order from the supermarket. It’s usually Gav who does the cooking in the evenings…
IT’S FEVER SEASON – TOMMEE TIPPEE CLOSER TO NATURE DIGITAL EARTHERMOMETER
Despite everything you know, everything you’ve read, if you’ve witnessed your precious child suffer a febrile convulsion, fevers are terrifying experiences. When Jensen Indiana was ten months old, just a few days after Christmas, he had what we assumed was a miserable cold and he fell asleep as normal, lay under the twinkly fairy lights…
[CHATTY]PILLOW FIGHT!
I suppose it’s only fair – or karma, if you believe in it – that as I remember so vividly destroying my parents’ neatly made bed in order to create a fantastic mattress slide, my own boys are determined I will never sleep on an uncrumpled sheet ever again. This weekend as I tried in…