This is a paid collaborative Post. If you could hire a famous car, which one would you go for? We’ve been chatting about it this week, and it seems that our car choices alter with age. The children’s choice I suppose I can’t be too disappointed with the girls’ choices. After all, they haven’t seen…
On Friday, I headed into Birmingham to have dinner with one of my favourite bloggers, Emma from Life According to Mrs Shilts. We had been invited to review the fabulous Siamais Thai restaurant in Brindley Place. It’s not a restaurant I’d tried before so I was excited to try the food and cocktails. The cocktails…
Boys get dirtier than girls and women do the washing. Maybe in a bygone era this was the case. But in our house, these two statements are both utter rubbish. Ballet outfit shocker Libby isn’t a particularly girly girl. At five years old, she still wears almost as much of her food as she eats….
Something strange happened to me the other day. I was walking the dogs across our local field when I noticed the sky. You could see the sun behind the clouds, so it looked quite pretty. But then I realised that where the clouds stopped, so did the sun. It looked like a seam across the sky….
Am I taking the wrong approach to disagreement? Let’s face it, even the word itself has negative connotations. Awkward, argumentative, feisty, disagreeable, obtuse. We discourage our children from disagreeing. Don’t answer back, do as you’re told. Don’t argue with me. And yet, I want my children to disagree. In fact, I believe it is one of…
My eldest daughter is a little whirlwind of energy. The confident, adventurous trailblazer that all firstborns are. But does it come at a price? Because at every activity, day out, sports event and party there is a little figure two steps behind her, trying to keep up. The trouble with being the second child The…