To our gorgeous little girl,
Happy birthday! I’m pretty sure you can’t possibly be 1 yet, but the calendar tells me otherwise. The last 12 months have whizzed by, and yet it’s like you’ve always been here. Continue reading
Random ramblings
Anything that can’t be pigeon-holed.
Say cheese!
How does the saying go – “don’t work with children or animals”? And anyone who has spent 5 minutes with Bear knows she is into everything, doesn’t sit still and likes to play hide and seek. So maybe we were crazy to book a professional photoshoot for the 3 of us…? Continue reading
Money well spent
The best things in life are free, and money can’t buy you all the lovely stuff like hugs and giggles blah blah blah.
But there are some things money can buy and they have made my life a bit easier this last year. Continue reading
The one time my memory fails me
Photographic proof: uncanny, eh?
Does anyone actually remember being pregnant?
I mean, I accept that I was – there is photographic evidence (and indeed a child) to prove it. I remember moaning about the heat, my feet, my back and heartburn, and I remember wearing bigger clothes for 6 months. I remember going down to the hospital for appointments, not drinking wine for 9 months, avoiding cheese and rare steak, sushi and uncooked eggs (although I do that as standard…raw eggs have never really appealed). Continue reading
My (annoying) memory lane
Beached: Taken a year ago yesterday (honestly)
Anyone that knows me well knows that I have an annoyingly good memory. I remember the useless stuff – what I wore to something or other, what the weather was like on such-and-such a day, and (most important of all, I’m sure you’ll agree) what I – and others – ate on these occasions. Continue reading
Feeding an imagination
These days I spend a lot of time singing. I sing nonsense, mainly (a holiday highlight for Bear last month was being danced around the room to the Shake n Vac song. Rock and roll, eh?)
Chatterbox Mummy 