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Just a moment

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Mr B and I don’t often get time alone together. He works all day and after we’ve had dinner and put the two little monkeys to bed there are just a few hours of awake time left, many of which I spend on the pc in our kitchen, blogging and writing and reading, [...]

Watch out Wales, here we come

Friday, August 8, 2008

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After a fabulous day in the sun yesterday we head to more sunshine in the form of lovely Holly and the little nevereverlanders, Queen of Hearts and The Thrower. We will also be meeting Mr Nevereverland whom Mr B hopes to chat to about intelligent stuff while Holl and I are being daft creative and [...]

So this is what really happened

Monday, July 28, 2008

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So how were the kids at the wedding? Truly? Honestly? They were amazing, in fact it’s quite possible they had been replaced by extremely realistic robots who behaved perfectly and had no toileting issues or need to cough, burp or fart at the wrong moment.. Miss E and baby J led the bridal party up the aisle with Miss [...]

Edible pictures

Friday, April 18, 2008

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I have a question. Why do my kids look better if I categorize them as foodstuffs? You see, this shot of Miss M? I took this using the ‘cuisine’ setting on my camera. I have to point out that Miss M chose this dress as her big sis has a similar one, and she picked the socks, and the [...]

Nekked Lizards Fun Monday

Monday, April 14, 2008

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The fabulous Nekked Lizards are hosting this weeks Fun Monday and their challenge is: FIVE PICTURES – FIVE WORDS PER PICTURE. Any 5 (FIVE) pictures, any subject, and any 5 (FIVE) words to describe and/or explain each picture. Here we go… My kids feet. Just perfect. Hail storms in April? Weird. A gift from a friend. I bet they play [...]

The storm before the calm

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

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This morning was rough. It was one of those mornings I think most parents experience, and every parent dreads. It was the crying. The crying at the Nursery door. The crying, and the clinging to the leg, and the teacher prising your child away from you, type of morning. And then the having to walk away from the crying. And I [...]