The kids excitement was almost ridiculous, they fidgetted with suspense, whooped with daftness and continued to praise me for being the best mum in the world.
What were we doing?
northernmum
Parenting~The one about Betty Friedan and working mothers guilt…..
I remember being sat at school, teenage hormones erupting all over my face and puppy fat edging over my pleated skirts, listening to the teachers talk about future careers and day dreaming of what I would become.
Parenting: Breastfeeding a toddler: A Martyr or a Masochist – Northernmum
It’s the final countdown…
In six weeks BB will turn two, she will be spica free and hopefully on the road to recovery. She will be a toddler and still breastfed.
Breath like bad chocolate….
Easter always starts the same way, at six am you can find me stood on our front lawn scattering foil wrapped parcels of delight in amongst the flower beds.
Preceding this tradition is usually an exchange of harsh words between he who helped create them and I as he declares me insane for mimicking the actions of an imaginary over grown bunny once again.
I have penis envy…
I suffer from penis envy. They are fascinating little things that seem to capture the attention of man and boy and they are so flexible; as a lady I can’t imagine having a part of me that I can twist and twirl and bend at will.