Note to self: Carry a cow

Knock knock! Who’s there? Oh hello terrible twos, what’s that? You’ve officially entered my house, well, I’d like you to go please. No, it’s definitely not rude if you leave early, it would honestly be very welcome indeed and no need to call back. That’s it, just shut the door behind you on the way… Continue reading Note to self: Carry a cow

This one’s for you, Miss P!

Having a toddler is a bit like having a feral dog. They’re cute and playful and sweetly loiter around under your feet all day but boy can they be rank. They have sticky paws, toddlers this is, dribble, snot and on occasion are known to sneeze cheese over folk (man on flight back from Faro… Continue reading This one’s for you, Miss P!

I’m giving myself a break…

I am, I really am. I’ve decided to cut myself a bit of slack! I came back from my holiday feeling, surprisingly,¬†utterly and completely relaxed. We’d had a truly magical time yet it was restful too, I felt rejuvenated, I felt less anxious about completing so much in every day and I possessed a real… Continue reading I’m giving myself a break…

Just eat it. Please. You can have some yoghurt later…

My child won’t eat my food, and apparently, well, according to Google, I’m not alone, and unfortunately, also according to Google, there’s not really much I can do about it; it’s a “phase”. Well ain’t that just dandy? I love food, like really love food! You know that¬†good, wholesome, home-cooked, incredibly scrummy food that’s not… Continue reading Just eat it. Please. You can have some yoghurt later…