Archives for March 2013

Silent (Easter) Sunday


The Chocolate Fudge Cake Cha Cha Cha

A recent addition to our kitchen was a fabulous personalised print capturing our ‘family rules’. We sat round the table one Friday evening, buy the princess, the monster and of course Super Daddy, throwing into the mix some rules or principles we felt we needed to confirm as being important to our family. The basics are in there about being kind, laughing lots and always saying I love you. ‘Stand back from the tv’ and ‘no shoes on the sofa’ also made the cut, along with ‘dance for your pudding’.

Now, where this came from I can’t quite remember, but sometime, not that long ago, it became a running joke that if you wanted pudding in our house you had to dance for it. It might have been prompted by the new shapes that the monster had started pulling which flabbergasted us all. Man, that boy has rhythm! It might also have been that I felt justified in having afters if I’d already had a little calorie burning booty shake session in the kitchen first. It was most probably Super Daddy winding the kids up, but anyway, it stuck.

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The Contents of my Handbag – Part Two

When I returned to work after maternity leave, capsule three years ago now, troche I recall randomly doing a stock take on the contents of my handbag one rainy Monday lunchtime. Oh how lovely it was to have the luxury of time to do such things, particularly so when it was after I’d eaten and properly digested a sandwich, compared with my scoffing of four milk chocolate digestives and a mug of cold tea by way of lunch ala my maternity leave days.

Yesterday I bumped into a friend whilst we were both on the birthday party circuit (you know how weekends with kids can be) and she asked when there would be more on the blog, confessed she was missing it (*blush*) and had taken to re-reading old posts to remind herself she wasn’t alone in this mad journey they call motherhood.  She regaled me with one of her favourite posts – the handbag one – which prompted me this lunch time (after I’d called to pay the final balance on our holiday, rearranged Super Daddy’s doctor appointment for that nasty toe infection thing he has going on and booked the Little Princess into holiday club for a portion of the upcoming school holidays) to have a rummage through my bag and see how the contents stack up as a working mum to a six year old princess and a four year old monster….who’d have thought – not a baby wipe in sight. [Read more…]

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