Do have a parenting ‘style’? Does everything have to follow the same regimented rule book or did you throw away the handbooks within the first week and adopt a libertarian attitude? Maybe you’re a new parent, wondering which box to
Intuition
You know those times when you know something isn’t quite right? You’ve taken advice from someone more qualified, and their way of doing things seems to be working, or half working, but it’s not quite what you expected?
We’re Football Crazy…..
Actually we’re not exactly football mad in this household, the OH is (in a big way), but he’s pretty much on his own in his chosen path. The kids all love a kick around in the garden and 2 of
The original hoodies…
25th February 2002. The day it all changed. After a torturous labour punctuated with drugs, monitors and laudably fanciful birth plans the Boy Wonder was pulled into this world. I won’t repel you with the tale of the stitch-up job
Street to School…
As I drove past my local school recently I noticed that it was ‘Walk to school week’, this catapulted me into a thorny forest of guilt. Firstly due to the fact that if I used the local school I could
In which we ought to be ashamed…
I’m not known for my domestic abilities. I freely admit to needing help in many areas of which that is just one, and I’m altogether remiss at caring all that much about my lack of ‘The Nigella Gene’. It would
Boy, Interrupted…
Thank you to Paula for allowing me to use her blog for a bit of a vent. My family read my blog and, whilst I need to rant about this for a while, I’m not sure I want them to
Getting there…
What a weekend! Proof that virtual friendship can be the perfect platform for good, old-fashioned face-to-face friendship. I had already tested this theory once before with the lovely Caroline, but one swallow doesn’t make a summer, so it was with
The Present Drawer
It’s birthday party season again in the Battling On household. Every weekend involves at least one wunderkind attending someone’s party somewhere in the county, and boy have I been clocking up the miles dropping off and picking up. Every party
Kings Lynn Gonad Shields….
No, that’s not my new favourite expletive….(although it’s a good ‘un) This was an eventful weekend: I spent Saturday morning in A&E with Middley after an abandoned radiator, stupidly left in the garden, fell on her foot. Actually, it would