You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star. - Friedrich Nietzsche It's been a funny old week. With my folks having managed to sell their house at lightning speed they unexpectedly, and welcomely, descended upon us to start some proper house hunting. This meant our normal Mummy and Emily day was shaken up a bit. We decided if they were going house hunting in Teignmouth we may as well head off to the beach. And we did. It was beautiful...and breezy, very breezy. So much so I figured it may be best to head inland a little and we went to the ...
Our Little Morning Dance
This morning was an unexpected one. To be perfectly honest, having had my work clinic cancelled due to too few patients, I had kind of scheduled in a hiding-under-the-duvet-day. But yesterday you threw up at nursery. Just a little but you were pale enough to worry them enough to send you home. I was in Bristol, sorry darling, but Daddy came to get you. And, thankfully, although today you are completely fine you are on the dreaded 48 hour nursery ban. So now, today, it is just me and you. I love this time. It is only since your brother started ...
Holy Smokes
It has taken me a little while to sit down and document the events of Easter Sunday. I have been in recovery...from the shame. Yep, Little Miss decided to strut, or rather scream, her stuff once more. I have been somewhat remiss in my church attendance of late and so, being Easter Sunday, I decided to accompany my parents and the kids to mass. Not just any mass, Easter Sunday mass, the highlight of the Catholic year. It's kind of a big deal. Now I know that an hour can be a long time to expect the smalls to sit still and behave but my mother assured me that with some ...
What’s mine is mine…MINE!
So yesterday was a fun day, of sorts. Yesterday was one of now, since the big move, relatively few days that was just me and the kids. In Bristol I had these days down. Full on routine. Breakfast, park, Aldi, lunch, sleep, craft/bake, cafe, tea, Daddy home, bed. We all knew where we were and we were like a well-oiled, family-machine...most days. Since the move I seem to have lost my lone-parenting rhythm. Yesterday especially. Faced with a totally rain-laden sky our options for the day pretty much halved. And we needed milk. Stat. Knowing full ...
First words
Little Miss is now eight months old and is a complete chatterbox. Oddly enough she spoke her very first words on New Year's Day and, just like her brother, despite my relentless 'mama, mama' coaching she said.... ....well it wasn't mama. It is her word of choice and she shouts it constantly. Here she is in action. Remind you of anyone? Is Dada every child's first word? Do let me know below. ...