Gorgeous boy, you’re eleven! I still can’t quite believe it, time is speeding by at an alarming rate. But, we are having a lot of fun a long the way.
But why can’t I go with the boys? sniffed my little girl, as her brothers left for a day out with their dad. She stood for a moment, watching them go, with a dejected set to her shoulders. Then, in the way that only small children can, she shrugged, turned to me and asked, can …
I didn’t take dance classes as a child. As far as I’m aware, I never asked to. In fact, fully acknowledging my basic lack of coordination, dance was not for me.
Now that the weather is better (yay!) the wee girl and I spend close to an hour at the park each morning after dropping the boys to school.
It goes without saying that a child cannot walk past a ride-on at the supermarket (or in our case, the Mall) without asking for a go; doesn’t it?
Over the last few months there has been a change in the way that the wee girl draws and paints.
My beautiful boy, another birthday has arrived. What can I tell you, now you are six?
When my daughter first uttered the words ah la loo (I love you) to my husband she was about 18 months old, and we melted.
Last week the wee girl had her first proper dentist appointment; which I will admit to having been a little concerned about!