Going back now about 6 or maybe even 7 years I took a leap and attended my first British Stammering Association conference. Now you might think that this does not sound like a bundle of laughs. You may think that even it will be a sombre affair where lots of troubled souls gather together to … Continue reading Freedom!
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Brothers
Bringing up two boys of my own and spending time with my partner's two boys is a lovely way to see the brotherly bonds that kick in and grow, if connected by blood or not. When I fell pregnant with Kieran, Adam was 15 and completely horrified. It was awful, he simply did not … Continue reading Brothers
Are We There Yet?
This week, my three year old has had to stay home as he had managed to get a particularly bad dose of Hand Foot and Mouth Disease. It started at the end of last week so over the weekend the worst of it presented. He was quite poorly on Monday this week so obviously it … Continue reading Are We There Yet?
Hitting Where It Hurts….
I was never a 'Sports Mum', one of those ones that had to get up at 7am on a Saturday to stand by the football pitch or rugby field in minus five to watch my little cherub play for his school team or local town. My boy was an outdoors kid, loved our weekend camping … Continue reading Hitting Where It Hurts….
Winning!
Just a quick one today to yell YES!!! Today I am winning. Today I am conquering my little Everests. I set off with Kieran first thing to the childminder, he is off on a trip to the farm today so to make it to her house about 150m away with his pants still dry … Continue reading Winning!
Who Do We Think We Are??
Tonight I 'spoke' online to a young girl who was going to court to object to her child being adopted. Her child was taken from her for a variety of reasons, none of which to me seem justified, especially when I look not too far from my own door. Social Services swooped in and have decided. … Continue reading Who Do We Think We Are??
We Need More Playing In The Rain
Yesterday was one of those compulsory almost-Spring days where you decide to go to a garden centre, spend £118 on pansies, plant pots, bags of soil and for our special purchase, a bird table thingy. So this morning at 7.30, Kieran was getting his wellies on as I had promised we could sort out … Continue reading We Need More Playing In The Rain
The Little Things.
There is something to be said for lying in bed at midnight, with a glass of sauvignon blanc, a bag of Mini Eggs playing Candy Crush. In fact at that minute it really doesn’t get much better. The other day my eldest checks his passport to find out its expired. We go on holiday in … Continue reading The Little Things.
Other People’s Kids.
Becoming a step parent is probably one of the most difficult experiences you can have. When I first moved to England I lived with my partner Pete. He has his two kids every other weekend and on a Tuesday night. Due to his work I had started to do school pickups and drop offs and … Continue reading Other People’s Kids.
