My Gorgeous Boy, It suddenly feels like our time is running out.  Since the moment you were born we have been a team, me and you.  There is no denying you are a Mummy’s boy through and through, my biggest fan and most loyal supporter.  The past four years have been the best of my life and I am so proud of the beautiful person you are becoming, inside and out. You never questioned why you were an only child and thrived in having our undivided attention.  You have grown into a kind, thoughtful, inquisitive little boy who loves his… View Post

One of the things I was always told when I found out I was expecting O was that little boys adore their Mummies, and how affectionate and loving they are.  They weren’t kidding!  My son has always been one for the cuddles and as he has got older the hugs and kisses have kept coming.  Quite often we will be sat playing and he will pipe up out of nowhere, “Mummy, I love you.” He is, without doubt, a Mummy’s boy.  My husband works quite long hours and a lot of the time it is just me and O.  Whilst… View Post

Well, my boy, this is it.  Our last year together before everything changes and you start school.  Our last year of heading out on a Thursday for a lazy breakfast or chilling in our PJ’s until we can be bothered to get dressed.  In just a few weeks we will be going together to look around the school we hope you will be attending next September, the school where you will begin your own journey, away from me. Whilst a lot of the next few months will be about preparing you for that next big step, there will also be… View Post

I shouldn’t really be writing this, I should be busy lesson planning and report writing and exam marking but I am  writing it so here goes. Work has been a bit crazy of late.  The summer term always is with end of year tests and reports and this year we have the added bonus of a peer to peer review (a fancy name for a fake Ofsted inpection by other local heads).  A Mocksted, if you like. At a time of year when everyone is exhausted, busy, stressed and with the knowledge that this date was handpicked by our head it… View Post