With Christmas less than two weeks away, our three boys are bouncing off the walls with excitement. So, when Oxygen Freejumping invited us to bounce off their walls instead, we jumped (!) at the chance. *sponsored post*
Our local secondary school’s gone into special measures. Grammar schools don’t work. And God doesn’t exist. So what am I going to do about our kids’ education?
With Jamie and Jools Oliver advising us that their two elder daughters were there for the birth of the latest addition to the Oliver family, I wondered if that was acceptable. More importantly, I wondered who was I to judge.
When we’re at tomorrow
When it’s time to vote
Please vote and make a choice
Not based on fear
It’s children’s art week.
It’s all about communication isn’t it? Not just how we speak, but how we listen too. With that in mind, it is perhaps best to never hear the newest piece of child development research before sunrise, before coffee, through the medium that is Breakfast TV.
Given the pre-coffee circumstances, my first exposure to Save the Children’s “Lighting Up Young Brains” perhaps wasn’t all it should have been.
When it comes to education, we don’t need no politicians.
We don’t need no thought control.
This thought control invariably takes the form of FUD-ing:
F-ear U-ncertainty D-oubt Continue reading
Mum didn’t teach me baking skills
She didn’t lead me to the sink
She kept me close, without the apron strings
She taught me how to think Continue reading
Give a Mum a fish and you feed her for a day; teach a Mum to fish and you feed her for a lifetime. Or check the freezer. You’ll probably find a fish finger. And a waffle. Mmmm. Waffles.
A recruitment consultant stole my fish. My metaphorical fish that is.
By ‘my fish’ I mean ‘my career’ and boy, it was a big one. However, then along came the kids.
Once I’d become a full time stay at home Mum I misplaced my rod, lost the bait, and requested that all tackle be kept from view. But I was happy on the break from
fishing my career until the phone calls from the recruitment consultant started. Continue reading
“So kids. What are you giving up for lent?|
The four year old: “Nightmares.”
The seven year old: “Farting.”
The six year old: “Pancakes.”