Our tree has a basic theme of green tree with gold and red baubles on it. Simple, with 2 sets of lights and some gold/silver bushy tinsel wrapping the centre of the tree for extra sparkle. For Phil we could leave it there and he would be happy. However we have one simple Christmas tradition that has caused our tree to become the most spectacular cacophony of ornaments, leaving the theme of green, red and gold somewhat engulfed!
Our simple Christmas tradition started about 20 years ago now when I left
I love Christmas, but Winter and I have a love/hate relationship. Having had the flu several years in a row I am all about beating winter time bugs, especially in the kiddos. Snotty noses are part and parcel of winter, mainly unavoidable as little noses flit from central heating to the colder fresh air of the outdoors.
However we can do some little things to help give our smalls a healthy boost and hopefully keep them relatively healthy this season.
Get out doors!
I am a great believer in getting kids outside for
I never expected to be able to do this again. I thought I had already done my last first days of school when Ells was little. Days I loathed because I always felt like someone else was benefiting from the best of her, and I was left with an over tired, over stimulated beast when she got home. It wasn’t fun for me, and I wanted them over with. Silly and probably utterly selfish, but when you’re a single mother having to play all the roles, I needed her to
One of the things I noticed most after my dad passed away was the fact that we had so few photographs of him with us. Yes we had them from when we were younger, but as we got older and had our own children, there were significantly less images of my dad with us. I was most upset at the thought of not having one of him holding our baby boy, because we had one of him holding Ells. During that time of grief, we all realised the importance of
I can honestly say pregnancy was more difficult than labour for me. Pelvic girdle pain, hyper emesis, weight loss, anxiety and not once feeling that ‘pregnancy glow’ kind of made the whole thing suck. I was 22 when I was pregnant with Ells, young, naïve and utterly unprepared for motherhood. The end of the relationship with her bio dad a few weeks before birth made things all the more emotionally exhausting. I was terrified and on my own. It’s little wonder I ended up with postnatal depression.
My Mum was my
My beautiful Birthday Girl, Ells,
I cannot believe you are 14 years old. Where did the time go?
It seems like only yesterday when the midwife placed you in my arms, all 7lbs 6oz of you. Your eyes were deep blue, skin a little jaundiced but perfect and unmistakeably mine. You were forward even then, rolling over from birth and eager to take in all the sights. You had everyone who laid on eyes on you wrapped around your tiny little finger, and I am pretty sure you knew it too.
There have been loads of posts about littles and school places, and in the most part everyone had had the school they wanted. We are still playing the waiting game.
We were delayed in submitting our application for schools at the request of the PreSchool Forum, they are early years help for children who will need extra help transitioning to a more formal school setting. The delay means we are still waiting for the second round of allocations to happen at the beginning of May. I’m not going to lie, I
Easter Monday is always a last minute ‘what are we going to do?’ ordeal, but this year I wanted to get ahead of the game and actually plan something.
We live a stone’s throw away from a few National Trust sites, and we have probably been to one in the 7-8 years of living in the area. With a family of 7 we have always put it down to being too expensive, and never bothered to even look at the membership options. My sister on the other