I’m typing this crouched on a z-bed in my sons’ room. It’s 8.18pm and I’m on look out.
About 20 minutes ago I trudged upstairs – reluctantly leaving my gin in a tin and Pom-Bears behind – to shouts of ‘There’s a poo. A POO. On the carpet.”
I walked in just in time to see my youngest step and slide in his brother’s giant turd.
I have a feeling this dirty protest was the result of some over zealous bed bouncing. Because as I cracked open my gin and scrolled through Instagram in the hope of beginning MY evening, the boys were on the rampage. Again.
I have a mountain of To Dos to climb. Why won’t the bastards go to sleep?
I brandished the almighty marble jar. Threats were made. My shouts reverberated through our sleepy village. I felt utterly powerless, and exhausted. Continue Reading
I’m not a particularly adventurous rambler. I like to know exactly where I’m going, how long it’s going to take and what terrain I’m dealing with. Is there a car park? Pitstop for cake? So far, when BB and I have attempted some casual local jaunts we’ve ended up amongst a herd of horned cows, teetering on some stepping stones across a rushing river and negotiating a winding path with a steep vertical drop to our left. Not ideal with a three-year-old galloping ahead and a giant baby on your back.
Here’s our guide to the much talked about Daffodil Walk in Dunsford. Or, our version of it, as it’s still not clear we went the right way. Continue Reading
I was chuffed to bits to be one of 10 mums selected by baby brand Stokke to make a film for their #StokkeOnTheGo campaign.
I was even more chuffed when I discovered I was going to get one of their super posh buggies to keep, not just for filming. (I own a slightly bent, crisp-encrusted hand-me-down pram and a cheap pushchair bought with Tesco Clubcard Boost vouchers).
But, most of all, I am seriously delighted with the edited video clip (nice work Made For Mums editors).
I mean look at us. Adorable boys, happy faces. Living (well, holidaying down the road) in arguably one of the most beautiful places in the world. We’re living the dream.
Due to some bad project management on my part – and the lure of the Black Friday sale – we ended up oven-less for about six weeks over the Christmas period. We got by – with a camper stove, slow cooker and microwave – but there were times we just had to get out.
An excuse to go out for a meal? Surely a good thing? Maybe in days gone by but not so much with a 3.5 year old and 17 month old.
We have about a minute-long window – tops – when Blue Eyes sits still and eats his food. Then that’s it, he’s off. Houdini-style, he can wriggle his way out of any high chair. And being out and about is just too damn exciting, he has to explore, befriend other diners, flirt with waitresses.
So, eating out usually involves more crisis management than enjoyment.
Which leads us on to Jamie’s Italian in Exeter. We were very lucky to be given a nice fat voucher towards this meal, in return for a review. We decided to share the love with some NCT-pals and our meal became a birthday celebration. Continue Reading