Weaving our way through the hustle and bustle of the shop my littlest stops momentarily distracted by a plush Christmas baby toy. Taking it off the rack he waves it in the air and shouts “Mum, what about this for my sister?” His words initially catch me off guard and I have to take a [...]
Well it’s official, I survived the summer holidays....whoop whoop! I feel like I should be issued with a t-shirt to mark my achievement.
Note to self (as I send yet another belated birthday card)….. ‘be more organised next year as winging it and the lastminute.com approach doesn’t seem to be cutting it these days’.
I’m not sure if the pain of labour gets any easier second time round, but I’ve heard women say that whilst you never forget the pain the end result is so worth it that you’d do it all again in a heart beat and my experience was not too dissimilar.
As I stood wanting the playground to swallow me and my son up; she looked me square in the eye as if my child were a mass murderer and finally added ‘and I caught him jumping on snails!’.
This is what it must what it must be like for families in witness protection every day and as for covert police operations we'd make lousy undercover bobbies!