I believe!

I don’t remember what it was like to believe in Santa Claus. That’s because I never got a chance to. I was four years old when the older child who … Continue Reading →



Leaving, on a jet plane. Hope the food is better than last time.

So, it is exactly one week until I will be leaving on a jet plane. All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go. Well, almost. And to further destroy … Continue Reading →


Bedtime shenanigans

Bedtime in our house is a fixed point. It is 8 o’clock, and not a minute later. Which is fine in theory, and generally works. But there are those days … Continue Reading →


Good mothers LIKE aural torture

Because mothers are supposed to love everything their children do. Because the child-filter that is pre-installed on every mother makes it impossible for parents to find fault with anything that … Continue Reading →


Sparkling children

  • By Alison
  • 12 November, 2009
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Fireworks night for us is always a slightly different event – it’s Miss Trouble Pant’s birthday. She loves the fact that there are always fireworks on her birthday. I love … Continue Reading →


Treatery/Trickery

  • By Alison
  • 1 November, 2009
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Trick or Treat is an American tradition, like Thanksgiving. But unlike Thanksgiving, Trick or Treat has also become a bit of a UK favourite too. That’s because Thanksgiving involves turkey, … Continue Reading →


sicknote strikes again

  • By Alison
  • 16 October, 2009
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Ok so, (ok, so I completely forgot that I was going to use that as my opening line in all blog entries. So sue me, but I did predict this … Continue Reading →


Toxic mum

We all see those kids who run wild right, and we blame the parents. We pick up the blame, and we lay it fair and square on the parents who … Continue Reading →


my little girl

I have a huge assortment of photos that have been imported into iphoto that haven’t been assigned “events” yet, since they date back some years. But I love flicking through … Continue Reading →