So firstly, apologies that it’s been a while since my last post. My excuse is that I’ve been working! Real, paid, grown-up working! You see whilst I get my ‘Letterman Co’ on, and get this business going, I still need to pay for the proverbial bread and butter. (My husband occasionally apologizes for not being a banker and keeping me in the style he thinks … Continue reading Keeping one foot in the Fash-wan pot
It hasn’t escaped my American Hubby’s notice that his life has now been transposed into blog fodder! I’ve already copped some sarky comments after Mr B read a couple of posts. I tried to explain that this blogger needed her ‘Mr Big’ character equivalent (albeit a slightly more stubbly, less suited & booted, more jeaned & sneakered version). Mrs NappyValleyNet has Mr NappyValley (if you’re … Continue reading Father’s Day, an ode to my Baby Daddy
Excuse my french, but it’s sod’s law if you have something important scheduled and you have children they decide THAT is the time they will get sick. Take the run up to The Letterman Co launch for example. Every last second of nanny time and nap time had been mapped out. And then along comes Captain Fever who decides to pay a visit to the … Continue reading Best laid plans n’ all that
I don’t know if this is a ‘mom-centric phenomenon’ , but why is it that the rug rats orbit around moms in a way they don’t do around dads?! Why can dads pee in peace, step out of the door without being rammed by small people on scooters and do the male equivalent of putting on makeup without having their Clinique jumbo pencil apprehended for … Continue reading The Mommy Orbit
“….Before I had children, I could spend an hour doing absolutely nothing. Nothing. Indeed, an hour was chickenfeed. I could spend whole days with absolutely no achievement at all. ….Three days after having Lizzie, however, I suddenly realised the riches I had squandered. An hour! Oh man, what I could do with an hour now! ….Just an hour! If my mother wasn’t so sodding selfish, … Continue reading What a Mom can get done in an hour
If there’s one thing me and my husband totally agree on, it’s that we want to allow our kids to be kids! We positively encourage getting mucky, falling over, learning that maybe that wasn’t such a great idea after all and getting back up again. A 99 Flake (soft serve with a fancy chocolate stick to my American friends!) tastes all the better for having … Continue reading Ice-cream beards and grubby knees
The Rookie Mama 