Our boys are like two peas in a pod to look at. The moment our youngest was born, both my husband and I commented on how much he looked like his brother – they could be twins, just born five years apart.
Looking at baby photos of both of them, I struggle to tell them apart. Continue reading
Bank passwords. I hate them.
My internet banking requires two separate passwords to complete a transaction. One for a log in, another to make a transfer or payment. And the second password is changed each month. Oh yeah, and it can’t be one of the previous ten you have used. Continue reading
There 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