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22 Feb

At 11 years old my little Thomas just took his first shower at home!!!
Words can’t quite express how amazing this is… Believe me it’s a big deal.
He has been terrified of showers for his entire life, but has been ‘training’ at school – and this morning, as I prepared to get in the shower for my daily ablutions, he announced he was going to get in there first.
He promptly popped on some swimming goggles and bravely stepped under the water.
I am so proud and moved by his courage.

Funny how little things most of us see as completely mundane can be such enormous milestones for others….

Never, ever take anything for granted.



Half Term Tales #3: Fancy Face Paint, Synchronised Climbers and Cuddles with a Blue-Shielded Knight

20 Feb

20130220-224047.jpg This gorgeous little princess is a little girl my friend Cathryn looks after – I hasten to add Thomas had never met her before…
20130220-224239.jpg How cute is this….?!
20130220-224248.jpg *melt…*

And finally… Will someone for pity’s sake please PLEASE explain to me how dogs manage to look so worried and sad and neglected for so much of the time??…
Just look at the eyebrows and see if you’re not suddenly consumed by compassion for that poor POORcreature…


A Sunny, Outdoor Kind of Week End

17 Feb

The sandpit got its first “outing” of the season! They spent hours in there, digging trenches and pouring water into them and building mounds for Lego forts and cars. The stuff boyhood is made of. 20130217-201236.jpg
Thomas climbed into the bottom part of an ancient cider press using the dog’s lead as a climbing rope…
…then decided it was all too much hard work…
A more (and rarer) civilised moment for Tom
Sam, on an outing to Looe in Cornwall with grandparents, also felt like a little impromptu lie-down. Runs in the family.
Brothers, contemplating the deeper things of life. Like chips and Lego and Top Gear.
Scooters and shorts – MUST be summer…!
That boy is too much of a thrill seeker for my liking
A little private whisper between daddy and the Middle One. Wonder what he was saying??
And the last one…not so sunny:
…those 4 boys sure do make me happy…

It’s the yellow one…

14 Jul

…that’s driving me insane tonight.
Bossy, fickle little shit.


17 Jul

>Now that we have moved I am getting to know all sorts of new fun activities to do in the area…

Devon really is a treasure trove of exciting adventures to have and amazing, beautiful places to discover!

This is what we are up to today:

…We live very near a really wonderful wildlife park called Paignton Zoo – you may well have heard of it, it is well-known worldwide!
Now seeing as pretty much all my friends were raving about how great it was, and how I absolutely must get a family annual membership as the value for money was incredible, …guess what?!

…I got a family annual membership!!

And I am in fact extremely delighted that I did as it is a great place for the kids to let off some steam for a couple of hours. There are lots of different areas for them to play and run around…

…as well as an enormously varied array of colourful, well looked-after exotic animals – meaning the boys will never tire of visiting…

It is mostly perfect for their needs – I would even consider popping there on my own for a while as it is a truly lovely, green and indeed peaceful environment – as long as you remain outdoors!!!

Which leads me onto this.

The only thing I find frustrating here is that they invariably ABSOLUTELY MUST spend at least one hour in the indoor soft play area… And being the person i am, those types of places make me anxious and irritable and make me want to curl up into a tight little ear-plug wearing ball. To me they are unbearably noisy, and stressful places. Loud, excitable children running around like lunatics, loud cannons that you can use to shoot plastic balls at other children, screaming toddlers and fussy babies….aaaargh, it is enough to make me come out in a rash!!!

The frustrating thing is that the kids love it and it is exceedingly good for them, meaning I have no choice but to sit there, patiently waiting for one of them to come and collapse on my lap exhausted and thirsty.
I guess it is one of those sufferings I have to endure for their good. There are many others, and they just help remind me that it’s not about me, and that parenting is a painful road of a self-sacrifice.

It could be worse.

Happy birthday darling one…!!

19 Sep

My beautiful Thomas has turned 7 today. I am so proud of him.It is a tradition in our house to eat chocolate cake at breakfast on someone’s birthday. So I made some cute little cupcakes late last night and there was 1 candle to blow out – in anticipation of the 7 we will have on a bigger cake tomorrow when daddy and grandparents have arrived…He was sung to and looked pleased as punch…Then he got down to the business of eating his cake…with his brothers spurring him on and joining in.The phone rang and he had a nice little conversation with Mamie and Bonpapa 🙂 proudly announcing he was ‘seven’ (which he has only just learnt to say clearly)Cards were opened…and presents unwrapped…..all in mummy’s bed, because we could!!

Aaah, birthdays… I love them… Because I love celebrating life. Don’t you?!!!

The Stuff of Summer: pudding…

9 Aug

…Wild organic blackberry and apple crumble…

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