Hiring a dream car

This is a 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 any of the classic films of the 80’s. But Libby decided that if she could drive any car she wanted from television, she would go for the Fat Controller’s car in Thomas the Tank Engine. She gave no other reason except that she likes it and…

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Getting clothes clean against all the odds

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. Her hair is constantly a mess despite my best efforts – she gets that from me. And she’s happy joining in with running games with the boys or climbing trees, building dens and playing in dirt. Her sports have always been running, swimming and rhythmic…

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A gateway to the future

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. A gateway to another world – or to the future perhaps? What is going on in this area? If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you might be aware that this isn’t the first time something odd has happened to me. But what…

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Am I teaching my children to be argumentative?

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 the most important skills they can learn. Should children be taught to disagree? I know, it’s a strange concept. After all, children do nothing but disagree. They never want to do as they’re told and the whining – oh, don’t even talk to me about…

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Living in her shadow

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 problem with being the second child is that by the time you turn up, someone has already cornered the market. They’ve wrapped your parents around their little finger and paved their way in the world. They’ve got friends, hobbies and habits that you just have…

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No time for judgement

The past few weeks have been a hideous time for Britain. Terrorists have attacked two of our cities. They have killed, injured and frightened us. And now it seems that they are dividing us. This is the time to stick together. There should be only two sides. The people who did this, and the rest of us standing united against them. There is no time for judgement. Embrace our differences or we will never be united When things like this happen, it is essential to remember that we all deal with things differently. Every time I look at social media I…

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Permission to be happy

This is a collaborative post. A few weeks ago, I wrote about how I want my daughters to know that they are enough. Which got me thinking. The girls are so young at the moment that they wouldn’t understand the sentiment of my post even if I read it to them. Realistically it will be a good few years before they can read and understand it. But will that be too late? Being the example Three and four year olds don’t learn by reading information. It’s arguable that they only take in a limited amount of what they’re told. They learn…

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