Sunday Morning Monkey…
He might be three, but he’s still my baby…

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He might be three, but he’s still my baby…

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…
Over the next few weeks I’m moving things on my blog about, so please excuse any time you visit here and it looks a little odd. I’m getting there, but it’s painful when you went to law school instead of doing something useful. It’s times like this I wish I’d decided to be a graphic…
The teacher (with a new haircut)… The Student… Learning from the teacher… …being watched by the boss.
This week we were sent a lovely box of goodies from Jet2 Holidays to enjoy over Christmas. Hot chocolate, mulled wine spices from Fortnum & Mason, Luxury Mince pies, a gorgeous smelling candle and more! Embarrassingly, I’m not sure any of them will make it until Christmas except for the fun board game, as they…
My granny always used to say that you could judge a man by his shoes. On Saturday mornings as a child, I remember her making a list of errands to run – greengrocers, butchers, and occasionally the cobblers to have her shoes re-heeled or fixed. I’m 39 – and I’ve never been to a…
I had no idea what an ordeal eating could be until I became a mom. From breastfeeding issues to weaning worries, I thought I had experienced it all… …until Jensen decided that sitting at the table was not for him shortly after he turned seven months. He hated the high chair, and remaining stationary to…