"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.
When I squeeze my bum on to the swing and kick my legs so I soar up high. When I dance around the living room to a My Little Pony song. When I get on my knees, not caring that the ground is wet, and chuck yellow leaves high in the air. I watch her face. … Continue reading I’m Not “Fun Mum” – And That’s Ok.
Long before Freya was born I liked to add a little homemade-touch to my Christmas gifts, even though my (lack of) skills made everything seem a little..."rustic" - hey, it's the thought that counts, right? From homemade wrapping paper to the year I embroidered cloth bags for everyone (by the end, I've never been so pleased to have … Continue reading Christmas Crafts – Salt Dough Handprints.
Maybe it was the changing of the clocks, which I like to blame for pretty much everything, or perhaps it is just normal threenage behaviour but Freya has been a ball of fiery angst this week, just waiting to singe anyone who gets too close. "You. Are. Making. Me. Angry," she growled at me, when I thought I was doing … Continue reading Autumn To The Rescue: Fun With Leaves.