Tag Archive | "Miss M"

Seven

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

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Seven

Silly Sophisticated Still really quite small Sometimes shy of scary scarecrows Sunny Snuggly Spirited Sweet, smily, special, super SEVEN Happy Birthday my darling. Can’t believe you’re 7 today. Love you so much babe xxxxxxx

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Embarrassing Jean Luc Picard

Saturday, October 1, 2011

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Embarrassing Jean Luc Picard

Now Miss M is in year 2 her reading is fab and she is really enjoying being more independent, especially on sites such as Moshi Monsters where you need to be able to follow onscreen instructions to play. This has also added a lovely new dimension to her relationship with her big sister.  You see, she [...]

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Clarks make shopping for school shoes SO much easier

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

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Clarks make shopping for school shoes SO much easier

Shoe shopping for the kids. We all know the drill right? You drag them into Clarks, grab a ticket, peruse the shoes while you wait 10, 20, 30, 40, 50…minutes.  And as soon as you sit down it begins; Put that down Put your sister down Stop that No NO SIT DOWN Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (And Mummy runs screaming from the shop) But all that is in the [...]

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Miss M – Full of lovely holiday surprises

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

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Miss M – Full of lovely holiday surprises

We’re in the pool. M is floating in front of me, arms clutching mine as she bobs about in her bright yellow just-in-case arm bands. Her eyes are on mine, steady, almost studious and I frown slightly as I recognise something in her expression. A soft smile spreads across her face and her eyes glaze over a little. Me:  [...]

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Miss M reviews Furreal Friends Cookie

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

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I love dogs. In my youth I worked in Boarding Kennels and groomed pampered pooches for a pittance I adored every minute of it. The slobbery kisses, the waggy tails, being knocked into dog baskets by over-friendly alsations, and wandering round a field with a shovel and bucket hunting out great mounds of [...]

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So did Weetabix get us through our big day??

Saturday, July 30, 2011

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So did Weetabix get us through our big day??

Well it got us to Kings Cross and then over to Buckingham Palace in time for the changing of the guards. Yes I know my kids are hairy, but we don’t mention it so shush. We say a quick hello to Queen Vic then find a cosy spot next to some friendly Aussies; and wait. The sun shines, [...]

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Shrink-wrapped Body Parts and The Gallery

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

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Shrink-wrapped Body Parts and The Gallery

From the moment Miss M was born my girls have loved each other One would always be just a step behind the other. Miss E playing Mum to Miss M’s rose-cheeked babyness. Now M is bigger she carries her sister sometimes too.  At other times she prods, teases and hurls soft toys at her, and Miss E tuts, [...]

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Scratch and Sniff

Thursday, June 9, 2011

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Scratch and Sniff

This is a scratch and sniff post.  If you scratch the onscreen chocolates then sniff your computer it will smell of yummy chocolatey goodness.  It works especially well if you hold a bar of chocolate under your nose as you do it. Ready? Ok.  Fill your lungs, breath out slowly, nose to screen annnnnnnnnd sniffffffffffffffffffffffffffffFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF Go on, take in [...]

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A little confession

Friday, May 27, 2011

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A little confession

Let me let you into a secret. I am all of a quiver. Jingly jangly, shaky, jittery, buzzy, slightly queasy and a little bit churny – kind of like a can of coke that has been shaken and then placed on the very edge of a slope-y shelf. Why? Well today I am meeting Mr B’s new girlfriend.  She [...]

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6-year-old shouts obsenities outside Asda

Monday, May 16, 2011

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6-year-old shouts obsenities outside Asda

Miss M: “Whores” Me: “Er, what did you say babe?” Miss M: “Whores Mummy. 24 whores.” I study Miss M’s face. It is the picture of innocence, wide eyed, smiling, eyebrows raised as she stares up at the large building beside us. Then I follow her gaze and bite my lips to stifle [...]

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