An age ago Three Bedroom Bungalow came up with the brilliant idea of Dear So-and-so so that you can write letters to loved-ones and total randoms and get a few things, positive and negative off your chest, as it were. As with many other things, I'm finally getting round to it.My darling Pocket Dictator,I want to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for going into nursery (or school, as we call it) without tears and remonstrations for the first … [Read more...]
The Gallery: Red, red, red!
I've been following The Gallery since it started. It's hard not to when it is a very similar age to the Dimpled One, so I assume that I can be forgiven for taking until now to throw my hat in the ring with some truly excellent writers and photographers. Since I am neither, I hope that you'll forgive me. The Halloween-related theme is The Colour Red, and thus, I offer you a school photograph. It might not seem to you like you that this is a) … [Read more...]
Let the writing commence
I’m grabbing the bull by the horns, and putting pen to paper, as it were. DH has been banging on at me for the last year about ‘writing that bloody book’, but I’ve always found an excuse not to. It’s quite an impressive feat given that I spent the end of last year housebound by both snow and SPD in what was possibly the most miserable period of my life, whilst someone else looked after the Pocket Dictator and I spent a vast amount of time online … [Read more...]
Moments in Motherhood….
I'm not doing very well with this blogging malarkey of late. The trip to the States has completely messed with The Girls' body clocks so we've been up at all hours, eating at all hours, sleeping at all hours.It seems that anything more than a couple of hours' time difference really plays havoc with a child's system, so clawing back five of the blighters is proving to be a long battle. We had friends down to The Beach House in a bid to exhaust our … [Read more...]
Xtra, xtra! Read all about it!
I got the call whilst I was on the way to Philadelphia Zoo, a sentence which leads me to sound much more yummy than mummy, and if there's one thing I'm not, it's yummy. But I was in the car, on the first week of a family trip to America when I found out about my new role as a Quinnycaster. It was astonishing, given that there were over 3000 applications, that I had been chosen, but not so astonishing that I overlooked the opportunity to buy a new … [Read more...]
What they don’t tell you in NCT classes…
1. That the jump from one child to two is sooo much more significant that the jump from nought to one.2. That you can fall asleep whilst standing up.3. That if it means you will get to the Pocket Dictator's singing class on time you will leave the house in your pyjamas.4. That you can pick up one child whilst breastfeeding the second.5. That you don't have to shower as often as you thought.6. That if it meant you got to eat a Krispy Kreme in … [Read more...]
