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I SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT A COW
Ever since Barry the Biscuit Boy graced our screens, the chances of another kind of milk making it over the threshold of our home was slim to none. Our boys have been loyal to Cravendale – or “Mr. Biscuit Head”‘s milk and with the amount they consume daily, I probably should have bought a Cravendale…
CORONAVIRUS DIARIES – KEEPING MENTAL ARITHMETIC GOING
Mental Arithmetic. I can still remember the way I felt when I was at school and Friday rolled around, just so I could see how I’d score that week. I haven’t always been brilliant at it, but I guess I’ve always loved maths. When Gav and I met, we spent hours watching Numbers on TV…
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…
Should’ve, Would’ve, Could’ve…
These should have been nothing more than a handful of conker-hunting photos to capture Lyoto’s first real independent conker foraging expedition. They would have been so sweet to look back on next year and see how much we’ve changed. They could have been just that. But they weren’t. They aren’t. And despite how much I…
MCDONALD’S: DIGITAL RESTAURANT OF THE FUTURE
Friday nights were grocery shopping nights when I was little, and as me and my sister clung to and swung from the side of the trolley much to my parents’ annoyance, I knew that as they wheeled us towards the car park, no matter how irritating we were, all of us would be eagerly anticipating…
SEEING & BELIEVING – HOW TO ENCOURAGE HAND WASHING WITH CHILDREN
This post is compensated by #CollectiveBias, Inc. and its advertiser. All opinions are mine alone. In our house of three little boys, there are six sticky, muddy, grubby hands with 30 wiggly, fidgety, curious fingers. Wiping, poking, scraping, scrabbling and flicking, smooshing, smashing and smearing everything, everywhere. Nothing is out of bounds – nothing remains…