Today is the (now) 6yo’s birthday. I will at some later date write about the relative nightmare that is a birthday over the Christmas period, but for today I am going to stick with cake, and then wine, and then
The Performers
This has been the week of the performing members of the family. Those who, unlike myself, like to stand up and be seen – obviously I’m the shy, retiring member of the family.
And now for the toothless grin…..
After a practically perfect half term that involved spending time with lovely people like this, this, this and this, we packed off our brood for a night with their grandparents. The 5yo arrived with her first, and by now very
It all tastes like chicken…
As a child you’re generally unaware of your situation compared to anyone else’s. This changes as you grow and you start to compare, to desire the things you don’t have, and to see yourself as others do. I’d like to
You say lemon, I say melon….
There seems to be an age cut off point, beneath which the word ‘melon’ is impossible to pronounce. In our house we have lemons for melons, something that always makes me laugh. Funnier still was the fact that I was
The Wrong Cemetery….
I don’t normally like to admit that I’m particularly lacking in an area, but in the case of my sense of direction it’s so blatantly obvious that I’m probably better off being up front about it.
What do you do?
It’s not been the best of weeks chez Battling. Sending our youngest off to school has been a trial. A week of unsettled tears from our 5yo hasn’t helped and at this point everything feels terribly raw, our emotions bubbling
Fishy Pie
I’ve been away for a week, on the rather gorgeous and pretty remote Isle of Raasay (Western Isles, Scotland for any geographobes out there). Obviously I’ve returned with a camera full of images and a head full of thoughts but
28 again….
As you get older the whole concept of a birthday changes. As I lay pretending to be asleep in my bed this morning I could hear the excited whispers of little people covering the bed with cards and presents, negotiating
Pareto and other loosely held economic beliefs….
Ok, so bear with me here. My A level economics result was lamentable at best, but I did take the odd thing from it. I was always drawn to Pareto’s principle – that roughly 80% of effects come from 20%