January 2009

Pocket money, tooth fairy money, gift money: why the children are rich and I am poor.

William lost his first tooth on Boxing Day and was mostly concerned whether he would have another £1 from the tooth fairy to add to his stash of money received from various relatives over Christmas. That and how quickly he could get his next tooth to wobble and fall out to boost the coffers further. [...]

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Finding out about Santa

Despite all the sickness, Christmas was wonderful this year. At nearly seven, five and a half and nearly three, my big boys loved every minute of it. Harry vascillated between saying ‘I know that you fill the stockings, Mum’ and watching the skies for Father Christmas’s sleigh with uncontained excitement. Even though he is on [...]

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December tales

For the two and a half weeks leading up to Christmas I spent most nights sleeping (ha!) sitting upright in bed with my poorly, sick baby sprawled across my shoulder in an attempt to stop the cycle of coughing and vomiting that kept him awake whole nights. To say I am tired is an understatement. [...]

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