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CHATTYFEET, WE’VE GOT THOSE CHATTYFEET
There’s a bright, floral box next to our airing cupboard that contains one of the most distinguishing features of most families I know…odd socks. With three boys there are an awful lot of socks in the house and despite my best efforts [and those of the really lovely lady who tumble dries our clothing in…
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…
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THE WORST KIND OF CRY BABY… [NELSONS COLICA® COLIC GRANULES]
Happy babies = happy parents. It seems so simple. Smiling signals our happiness, crying quite clearly tells a different story. The feelings wavering in between, we use our words to tell people how we’re feeling – and why. My husband knows all about that. But what if you couldn’t? What if all you could do…
FORGET-TEA-NOT WITH TWININGS
When people who know me read this post, they will smile. Tea is something that plays a huge role in my life – I think it might possibly be a genetic trait passed down from my dad. Even people who have spent relatively little time with me, such as my fellow bloggers at the Photokina event…
The Spiderman Curse…
The Spiderman curse. He’s learning to write his name. He knows his colours, can say the alphabet, count over 20, count with one to one correspondence, add and subtract single digit numbers…and his vocabulary knocks me off my feet. He’s amazing, and he’s mine. He’s beautiful, and I love him so much it overwhelms my…
A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME: BEARDS AND DAISIES
According to Juliet, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. I never cared much for the romance of roses. That is, until they actually did come to me under another name – Beards and Daisies. You see, I grew up spending Summer Sunday afternoons surrounded by exquisite, organically homegrown blooms cultivated…