Talking About Death With A Four-Year-Old.

“I'll always be able to count on you, won't I mummy?” Freya asked. We were sat at the dining table where she was drawing before dinner. “Of course. Always.” I answered, gently rubbing her back. She looked up from her work and smiled sweetly. What a lovely mother/daughter moment. “Not when you’re dead,” she added. … Continue reading Talking About Death With A Four-Year-Old.

Life, The Universe And My Three-Year-Old.

"Mummy, do you know what the Big Bang was?" Freya asked. It was 7am and it had been my turn for a lie-in (I know, who'd have though I'd ever call 7am a lie-in?). I had woken up just a few seconds before. As I staggered into the living room my mind was on what to have … Continue reading Life, The Universe And My Three-Year-Old.

Thanks A Bunch, Tooth Fairy (And As For You Peppa Pig…)

Sleep is hard enough to come by in our house, at least for any extended period of time,  without outside interference - I'm looking at you, tooth fairy. "I'm staying up all night tonight," Freya said matter of factly. "That's not happening," I snapped, almost before she had finished speaking - because I have no doubt, thanks … Continue reading Thanks A Bunch, Tooth Fairy (And As For You Peppa Pig…)