Boy Three has decided that he is royal – the king, no less. And therefore won’t do anything unless there is appropriate kowtowing. Or at least the buying of biscuits. Unfortunately this was the day he got to try out his new shorts and sandals from Vertbaudet. So he’s spent all day loftily waving me away saying […]
151/365 This morning was a mighty long time ago…
Thanks to a three-year-old boy who is already beside himself about his fourth birthday next week, I had a bit of a broken night. Then I was off into town early.There were long shadows as everyone hurried through Glasgow to work. Have you noticed how it’s really quiet too? Nothing but the sound of feet slapping […]
150/365 Why does my desk collect weird things?
Like I really need specs to make my eyes look bloodshot!My desk seems to be the end point for a form of domestic long-shore drift whereby miscellaneous bits of crap that no one ever takes responsibility for arrive. Not me, they say looking down their noses at another useless gewgaw. Well not me either, son. How does […]
149/365 The wheels on the bus… again
148/365 feeding picky kids is mince
Another month, another campaign to get the boys to eat properly. This time I mean business. Boy One has some sensory issues associated with his Aspergers and he really can’t eat certain textures. He’s game though but you can see when something isn’t for him and there’s no point in making him eat stuff. Mainly […]