We’ve all witnessed the all too familiar scene – small child screaming; throwing everything his/her mother gives to them straight to the floor in sheer defiance; refusing to get into buggy & making wriggling look like an Olympic sport as deflated mum wonders how someone less than half her size is managing to defeat her… Continue reading If wriggling becomes an Olympic sport my son will be up for gold
Ah, the heady mix an of an unidentified musty odour, old paper and individuals who perhaps don’t come into contact with a shower as often as they should. Combine this with the librarian who looks like she has been a bad mood for the past decade, the manual swing entry gates that don’t seem to… Continue reading Nostalgia for seemingly simpler times…
I have a new job. It involves working out of office hours, every day is different and best of all I get paid in love. I am finding that since our move an increasingly large percentage of my time is dedicated to finding new ways of keeping my energetic (uhum, major understatement) one year old… Continue reading Baby classes – yay or nay?
Moving country with a one year old to a foreign land where I don’t speak the language didn’t seem enough of a challenge so we decided to keep the adrenaline going and drive 15 hours from London to Barcelona with our super active boy. Brave I hear you say or just outright crazy?? To add… Continue reading What did we ever do without Peppa Pig?