Interviewing Emily: 20 Questions With My Six Year Old

Last year I wrote a post Interviewing Emily: 20 Questions With My Five Year Old. Fast forward a year later, I decided to ask the same 20 Questions with My Six Year Old. This time last year E was just finishing reception, where has that time gone. E has changed so much, she has grown into a funny, intelligent little lady. She also has the attitude of a six year old. Here are the questions and her answers. 1. What is something that Mummy says to you? Your my big baby! I have only said this a couple of times recently. It had been said during a conversation about how she is growing up too quickly. Time is going to fast. 2. What makes you happy? Chocolate. This made me laugh when she said this, I know there are a lot of things that make her happy. However at 8am this morning… View Post

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How Did My House Get So Messy?

Tonight, my mind is in overdrive. There is so much going on . But for now here is my Tuesday night ramblings. I looked around my living room today – and it looked like a toy store had thrown up everywhere. Violently. My House had got so messy. There was stuff EVERYWHERE. And food. Little bits of it. When I became a mother, I started off as the crumb-Nazi – meals were to be eaten at the table, no ifs, no buts. BUT, then J came long and became a finger food enthusiast and both kids eating snacks,  and in the end, you know what? I just let it go. It wasn’t worth the arguments and the angst. Surveying the disaster area I once called home sweet home, it occurred to me that my kids have a LOT of toys. And it also occurred to me that they have an annoying need to… View Post

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Our Trip To London – Day One

Just before the Easter weekend E and I went to London. I know this was a little while ago now. However, E keep’s talking about all the fun she had so I thought I would share some of our adventures. Most of it is photos and as we did so much I have decided to write three posts, hopefully you wont get too bored. No yawning! We travelled up to London on a Tuesday, arriving in London at midday at Paddingt0n, I had already pre booked tickets for the London eye so we headed straight there. Having lived in London and visited many a time, I was quite apprehensive about taking E. The first thing I was worried about was the underground. Not the actual train but the escalaters.  Seriously, have you seen how steep they are? Some of them resemble small ski slopes. I always get a bit worried stepping onto them.… View Post

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Mother’s Day – Just Another Day

This year, Mother’s Day was….underwhelming. There, I said it. It sucked mainly because M worked. So there was no sleeping in, breakfast in bed or general putting up of the feet. As M wasn’t here, E rose to the occasion which resulted in her making me breakfast – well putting pop tarts in the toaster. She then attempted to make me some lunch, all very cute. I was presented with a crisp sandwich. And the best part was when I cooked dinner tonight. Awesome. It’s so nice to eat a meal that you haven’t prepared yourself. oops! I did prepare and cook it. My present was awesome, I was presented with a chocolate orange. Now I am not one for sounding ungrateful.. but a flaming chocolate orange which E chose because she likes them. I like her thinking, smart girl. I’m not a materialistic kind of girl but a bottle of wine wouldn’t… View Post

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This would have a better title if I wasn’t sick

I  would love to write this blog post from my bed. But I won’t make it there yet. Here’s what I know for sure: being a mum when you’re sick SUCKS. J has had a cold for a few days and hasn’t been 100% and on Sunday my immune system rolled over and said, “Have your wicked way with me, too, plague!”  One under the weather child is hard going. But when you, the chief caregiver, are also struck down, it just becomes unworkable. Thankfully M was home on Sunday which was great. He took the kids out which meant that I could crawl into bed and attempt to recover. And for once, I actually did just that. I didn’t use the opportunity to clean, wash clothes, read my book or write lists of stuff that I should have been doing. I crawled into bed, I shut my eyes and I… View Post

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