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)”

Sweet child o’ mine.

In 2010 I was pregnant, I would have told you that if my child were a girl she wouldn’t always wear pink, if it were a boy he wouldn’t always wear blue.
I would have told you that my child would always show good manners.
My child wouldn’t have a snot encrusted face.
My child wouldn’t have massive public meltdowns. keep reading

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.”