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A brave heart

Sunday, July 12th, 2009

I am sitting here tonight, a tiny gold key on a chain around my neck, a talisman against my fear for what tomorrow may bring. My lovely and brave Nana, at eighty five years young, faces risky open heart surgery in the morning. The gold key adorning my neck was her 21st present from her [...]

Tomorrow is a big day

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

Tomorrow marks a fairly momentous occasion for this (not so) little hissychick. Twelve weeks. To mark this auspicious date I will be having my NT scan done by a specialist and will be informed of the risk of down syndrome and other such chromosomal quirks, having already done the necessary blood tests. Both A and [...]

Time for a melt lockdown

Friday, February 20th, 2009

Anyone else know what it feels like to discover that your twenty month old has managed to escape out of the side gate and after a heart stopping two minutes you discover her down on the street next to the car, waiting patiently to get in and go out? Like you are going to have [...]

Friday night funny. Not.

Friday, October 31st, 2008

Want to hear the one about the defiant threenager who, upon being told  that the coins she has been saving for a trip into the city to visit Daddy at work have been put away in a safe place because: a) she had been putting them in her mouth because it’s so funny to see [...]

E the connoisseur (another fine parenting example)

Monday, April 7th, 2008

E managed to consume a small quantity of Dettol waterless handwash just before bed last night. How she even managed to obtain the offending pump still amazes me because it involved real climbing skill. Of course it had absolutely nothing to do with a lapse in supervision while I was attending to A’s ablutions. I [...]

Not a good idea

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

My mother’s group have been rather slack of late when it comes to organising our usual weekly get together for many and varied reasons which I won’t bore you with. Which is how I found myself at a softplay centre this morning. Just A, E and me. Ahh playcentres. Silly me just thought I merely [...]

Experiences that I don’t care to repeat

Friday, March 28th, 2008

The funny: Having to calmly explain to A within earshot of the other highly amused Mums at mother’s group yesterday that no she couldn’t wee standing up like her mate N because she doesn’t have a penis.  Only to catch her a few hours later at home as she was about to STAND on the [...]