"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.
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…)
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.
After nearly three years, my stock of nursery rhymes - which, admittedly, was not all that great in the first place - is severely depleted. We have woken up the bunny so many times she must be really grumpy and we must have been reported to the RSPCA by now for our treatment of poor Tiny Tim… Continue reading Conversations with a nearly three-year-old.
After The Rain 