“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…)
The Nursery Diaries – Week Two, Term One.
If I ask Freya to smile now, this is the face I get. "Who taught you how to pout?" I asked. "School," she said. #Lifelessons. It's only week two and already I can see, or rather hear, changes in her. "That's int-rest-ing, mummy," she will say if I point something out. Then there's her new… Continue reading The Nursery Diaries – Week Two, Term One.