I’ve written before about how important it is to me that the kids play independently and don’t need me to stimulate them, for their sake and for mine. Recently though, I’d started to notice Jack’s attention span waning and that now at the age of 4 and a bit, he’s not so interested in entertaining himself with his usual fave toys and instead wants to play all sorts of imagination-based games with me. View Post

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Growing up, my mum always made my siblings and I our birthday parties at home – it’s all I’ve ever known and I (and my childhood friends) have fond memories of being sat cramped in my parent’s hallway, wishing the parcel would land on us and taking turns to have a whack on the homemade piñataView Post

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I don’t think Jack could have been more excited to visit the “BEAR Nibbles Factory” as he had affectionately coined it that very wet Tuesday morning to learn all about one of our fave snack brands, BEAR. View Post

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There is a moment surely every new mother has. Not the one of sheer joy as you look into your newborn’s eyes (I never had that one. Just me?). The one where you have made a cup of tea and this – you’re hoping. I mean, please! – is the one you’re going to get to drink warm. Then you realise, you have no milk. No cow’s milk. No almond milk… But hang on, you have breast milk… View Post

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