It’s the most wonderful time of the year…

Christmas is my favourite time of year, definitely my hap-happiest season of all.

I watch too many made for TV Christmas films and aspire to romance that doesn’t exist that way, to live in a lovely lodge type home in Perfectville USA where everyone knows everyone and it snows at Christmas. To have garlands round the open fire, a Christmas tree in every room and throw amazing Christmas parties. Oh a girl can dream.¬† Continue reading “It’s the most wonderful time of the year…”

The Polar Express – Weardale (by a 6 year old)

I will come right out and apologise now.

Sorry.

As we are in that festive period, my attempt at creating a ‘perfect’ Christmas has gone into overdrive. With that and this ‘parenting’ thing I do I am going to probably be a shoddy blogger between now and the new year. Well, unless something irks me then my soap box and I will be out in full force. Continue reading “The Polar Express – Weardale (by a 6 year old)”

Lessons I have learned. Well, some of them.

Six years ago I was eagerly awaiting the arrival of our first-born (she was late already) and the start of a new and exciting chapter to my life. The chapter where I become a stay at home mummy (or SAHM as we call it in the business). I’ve mentioned before I didn’t have a career and had I gone back to work I would have literally just been paying for childcare so it made sense to stay home. Continue reading “Lessons I have learned. Well, some of them.”

Out of the mouths of babes.

I have never hidden the fact that I’m not fond of children that aren’t mine. Heck, I’ve even written a post about¬†OPC.
I will admit though, over the last few months I’ve become well practised at playdates and I’m becoming more tolerant (or I’m choosing Aoife’s friends for her more wisely…) and I actually find them entertaining now. Continue reading “Out of the mouths of babes.”

“I love you with all my heart, well, most of it”

We’re into week three of the summer holidays (though someone clearly forgot to inform the sun)
We’ve had a couple of fall outs, a LOT of chattering, a close escape, a fair bit of foot stamping and declarations of inhumanity, a LOT more chattering and not enough wine. Continue reading ““I love you with all my heart, well, most of it””