What are you getting for dad?

As one of 5 siblings, the phrase “what are you getting for dad” is one of the most overused sentences in our family. Christmas, birthdays and Father’s day, none of us can ever decide what to buy him. He doesn’t need anything and therefore he doesn’t want anything. He is also honest to a fault, so if we get something he doesn’t like, he will make it very clear what he thinks about us wasting our money on that.   So, I got to thinking. We can’t be the only ones with very little imagination and a dad who has…

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Continuing on the green theme…

Following on from my post about my love for real nappies, I thought I’d write another couple of posts about the environment and my concerns about the impact that we have on it. The first of these links in with Ecover’s Message in Our Bottle campaign. This is really starting to take off now, I have read a few blogs about it and it’s such a great campaign that everybody is getting right behind them.  Ecover have pledged to clean up our planet one bottle at a time. These days, it’s not just about throwing your plastic bottle into the recycling…

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A real nappy story from a reluctant hippy

This week is real nappy week. I have toyed with the idea of blogging about it, but I was worried that my post was going to come across as biased. Sadly, I don’t think there is much I can do about that, because I am. I am, in fact, a convert. I am a fan, a lover and even, I might say, an addict.  The Real Nappy – My Story   Before Libby was born, I read a bit about real nappies because using disposable nappies just didn’t sit comfortably with me. I was worried about the cost, friends told me…

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Walking, carrying and recycling

Today we decided to go for a walk across the hills rather than going out for lunch. We’re still carrying Libby on walks. So, she was bundled into the sturdy new baby rucksack my husband recently bought. He hoisted onto his back and off we went. For the first 45 minutes, she loved being in the rucksack. Lots of giggles and looking around, but then I think she got a bit chilly despite her snowsuit, hat and mittens. Cue grizzling, grumbling and then floods of tears. The carrying solution Luckily I’d packed my trusty mei tai into her rucksack, so out…

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