A Silent Sunday Post.
I feel I have recovered sufficiently from my holiday enough to blog about it. As you may or may not know, we sailed forth from Southampton on a two-week cruise around Europe. Here’s what was good about it:
So before I went away on holiday I promised I would be putting the Maclaren Sunshade through its paces. Well, mission accomplished. The sunshade has accompanied us for over 4500 miles, been in 5 different countries, and successfully shaded my little girl through very long, very hot days.
In my opinion it’s far better than a parasol because it becomes an extension of the hood and provides extra protection from the sun.
Made from water resistant fabric, the Maclaren Sunshade provides 99% UVA and UVB protection. Good times.
A Toddler’s Lament
To eat, or not to eat – that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The peas and carrots of outrageous meal-times
Or to take arms against a sea of vegetables Continue reading
I was going through some of the boxes of my Mum’s things the other day. It’s well over a year now since she passed away and I’ve only just felt able to bring myself to do this. She wrote a regular column for a Lincolnshire magazine and although I knew this, I just never got around to asking her about them, or even reading many. I have found one of her articles though, and I am re-writing it here on my blog as a very special guest post.
The article is about buying knickers and it didn’t half make me smile. A tad self-indulgent perhaps, but I just love the thought of bringing her words to a new audience. Here you go:
Some would call it karma. Some would call it inevitable. Some would simply call it life. There is a trade-off when we take on the role of parent that goes something like this:
Child is gained – dignity is lost.
Allow me to illustrate my point. Since having Grace I have:
The bags are packed. The house\dog sitter’s are booked (God bless them and THANK YOU again!) Que Cliff Richard song: “We’re all going on a . . . ”
I’ve just got back from a day at The Lowry in Salford. The Giblet and I were kindly invited along to hear about some of the new Dirt Devil products, watch a few demo’s, and have a few sarnies. Then we got to watch Mr Stink, the musical based on the comedian David Walliams’ children’s book. Good times.