Playing dad… I set up a baby changing station in the garden for Noah to play with his dollies.
Friday is here and it’s been a crazy one. As one door closed, literally another one opened.
Some days I long for bedtime to come so I can grasp onto some adult time. A time in which the house is free of noise, demands from children, questions, chaos.
The school run years are such an important time in a child’s life and the most perfect time to make some everlasting memories. Memories that most often you don’t even know you are making.
A few weeks Boo, aged 3, got invited to a ‘fiver’ party. And I think it’s a wonderful idea!
Teenagers are a strange breed. Creatures of habit, room dwellers, cupboard scavengers, door slamming mumblers. They like to sleep for copious amounts of time but also possess the ability to become nocturnal socialisers.
This weekend we had Bo the school Bear come to visit. I must admit to secretly rolling my eyes as Noah came bounding out of school with him as pleased as punch…