Now that my little man is feeling a lot better we spent Sunday attempting to feed the ducks. As it was the first sunny Sunday of the year the first place we tried was so crazy busy we couldn’t park up and the second place we tried had lots of too full ducks who weren’t interested in our late offerings. Luckily there was a lovely park nearby with a great slide, the only thing O is really interested in, which made up for the lack of duck interest!
View PostApart from for the first 3 months Little O was the perfect sleeper (I know, I know, smug mum alert! Please don’t hate me!) He was sleeping through the night at 4 months and was one of those babies that would happily amuse themselves in a morning lying in their cot whilst me and his dad had an extra half hours kip. Things started to change around the time O discovered he could open and close doors. This coincided with his move from his cot into a big boy bed. He was no longer happy to spend all night in…
View PostHaving missed last week as I was a bit overwhelmed looking after a little spotty boy I’ve decided to combine weeks 9 and 10 and focus on the positives of the past 2 weeks so here goes: Read I’ve been trying to make more of an effort to read more blogs over the past couple of weeks, and I’ve developed a new blog crush. I love Life At The Little Wood, a great blog written by Emma. If you haven’t popped over yet, I suggest you do. You won’t be disappointed.
View PostI sometimes have moments when I sit at work and honestly think “what the hell am I doing here?” Kids are crackers! Unpredictable, thoughtless and way too honest for my liking. One of these moments came last week one of my Year 7 kids pulled a potato out of his pocket with a face he’d drawn on and declared it’s name was Rodney! These moments occur every now and then, and can leave me completely speechless. Sometimes there really are no words. Let me share a few of those “precious” moments. A year 10 boy shouting out in class “god…
View PostThis week we have been struck down with our first childhood illness, Chicken Pox. Poor O has been feeling pretty rubbish but is just starting to pick up. After days of having virtually no appetite, he’s getting his hunger back and asked for cheese for lunch. Silly me tried to cut it into strips and turned around to find he’d rummaged in the kitchen cupboards to pull out the grater, “No Mummy, use this!” Whatever keeps a poorly boy happy!
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