Not The Reaction I Expected
byI think I might be confusing my five year old daughter when I explain things to her.
The blog posts which probably mean more to us than you. Our day to day stuff which, one day, our kids will look back on and laugh at. Or use in court. Or talk about with their psychiatrists.
I think I might be confusing my five year old daughter when I explain things to her.
I decided I wanted an OMG moment when Tracey rejoined us this evening. Unfortunately, I got it.
You might well be wondering what’s been going on.
True or False? I’m really starting to get the hang of DIY with the bus. You decide.
Butterflies….something about butterflies seemed to ring a bell, albeit initially in the distant steeple of a village a valley or two over from the bit of brain I was currently occupying.
“Dammit,” said Tracey. She was standing outside the door to our bus looking frustrated with herself, which if I’m honest was a lovely change to her looking frustrated with me.
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It’s March and I’ve already ruined Christmas.
He’s so my boy. Poor thing.
It started with Miss13’s blue and green pancakes and rainbow cupcakes…
The best sort of an education comes from delegating. I’ve decided.
Is there anything Barbie can’t do? This week, as part of their homeschooling, she was teaching our kids how to run a business.
Calling dibs is very important around here. How important? Well…