Update: This was written a couple of years ago – now the baby is in P5 (still cute though). My baby, he’s all grown up. It doesn’t seem a minute since… Yada yada yada. You know the stuff – uttered by runny-mascaraed mothers waving children off to school before returning to their bleak and […]
Keep St Valentine out of our schools, for the kids’ sake
“I’m very sad, mummy,” said Boy Three from his seat in the back of the car. We were on the way home last night – the night before St Valentine’s Day. “What’s the matter, honey bun?” I asked. This isn’t an unusual exchange. Often it’s the Worst Day in the World. […]
Choking on a slice of girl cake…
Talk about being in two minds about something.Boy Three has been spending a lot of time lately considering his forthcoming fifth birthday. It’s not til June, but it’s already looming large. I suppose when you’ve only had four birthdays, they are a pretty big deal. After discussing the options he seems to have settled on a fancy […]
310/365 Look into my eyes, mummy
Putting Boy Three into the car to go to nursery this morning, he suddenly flung his arms around my neck as I leaned over to strap him in. He pulled me close. “Look into my eyes mummy,” he gripped my face between his hands so I was within kissing distance of the tip of his nose. My heart […]
Something wrong in the four-year-old’s view of the world
Boy Three as a red devil “Mummy, help me.” Boy Three was sitting at the table amid a scatter of top-less pens and broken crayons.“In a minute.”“No. Now!”“Ok. What do you want?”“I want you to draw this for me.”“Why? You could draw it, couldn’t you?” “Well. I’m a boy and you’re a girl,” “So?”“D’oh. Girls are […]