Baby Bore

Hairy scary

It’s pretty difficult reaching my legs to keep them smooth and hair-free at this stage of the pregnancy. Still, it was only when my son pushed his Thomas the Tank Engine up my trousers (pants) and then paused, slowly lifting the material so it rested above my knee and said with some uncertainty “Mummy, is [...]

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A busy day ahead

Harry, my precocious three and a half year old: “Mummy, what we having for breakfast today?” (See, I may be sick, but I still do variety in the food department, even at breakfast) Me: “Porridge.” Harry: “Oh good, I’m going to need that today.”

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It’s hardly news

Harry (seeing the news on again): Mummy, can I watch CBeebies (children’s television)? I don’t want to watch the news. It’s boring. Only grown-ups like the news.” * * * * Me: It’s Daddy’s birthday soon. What do you think Daddy would like for his birthday? Harry, the wise three year old: Well, Mummy, not [...]

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Ever the concerned son

The setting: Me feeling very sick last night while putting the boys to bed. Eldest Son: “Mummy, what you doing?” Me: “I’m just lying on the floor for a moment because I’m feeling very sick.” Eldest Son: “You feeling sick?” (looking concerned) Me: “Yes.” Eldest Son: (his eyes, I thought, shining with love and concern) [...]

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You can’t really expect me to bloody well give up swearing

I’m quite good about not swearing in front of the children. I don’t really feel the need to swear much anyway, and I have to be madder than a dog’s brain to use any of the delightful four letter words we have at our disposal. However I do have a penchant for using the word [...]

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Giving it his all

[picture removed] This is my little fella giving it his all at the piano. I just KNOW he’s going to be a musician when he grows up (no pressure Littlie!).

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