Before they grow stubble, I want them to know this


My boys are growing up so fast. I’m sure that before I know it, they’ll have finished school, be driving cars and finally have grown out of their fussy eater stages and will be eating us out of house and home.

But before they grow stubble and grow up, there are so many things I’d like to make sure they know. Continue reading

How trying to channel Martha Stewart was a failure


I have two boys; my eldest is six, and takes birthdays very seriously.

Months before his actual birthday, there are discussions involving themes for the party, the type of cake he would like, and who he would like to invite. For his birthday this year, he would like me to make his cake in the shape of the millennium falcon from Star Wars… Let’s see if that works out, particularly when I reflect on my other attempts at birthday cake creations. Continue reading

Perhaps I should have been a spy

spy childThere are moments as a parent when I often think to myself, “If I wasn’t doing this, what would I do?” Obviously this has many conditions placed on it and it is more about being able to do anything, rather than not taking into account tertiary qualifications, could I actual make a living from it, or having any of the core essential skills. But besides this, I often flit back to the idea of being a spy. Continue reading