A poem for Mothers’ day
The 7 year old was stunned. The 5 year old was visibly upset. The 4 year old burst into a rousing rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when they heard that their hero the Starman had died. Here are a few things that Bowie can teach my boys: Continue reading
From birth to Year R, here’s what I wish I’d known.
…and other cheap and cheerful ways to keep the kids amused during the holidays.
So there I was, husband working away, watching re-runs of Frasier for the 100th time, feeling there must be more to life.
Got me a goat for Christmas.
I know someone who knows brains and thoughts and sleepless nights. Given I have been having the most unhelpful thoughts that sometimes prevent me from sleeping, I gave him a call.
I hated Frozen when I first watched it. Now, I secretly hope the “Let it Go” song is in the charts forever.
Back to school tomorrow, kids in bed, Christmas decorations are on the way down, and now comes the time for the thank you letters. Continue reading
Peace and Goodwill to all? When I am knee-deep in children and elbow-deep in giblets? Not a chance. For me, Christmas is the perfect time for the perfect argument. Continue reading