That time I didn’t need to be embarrassed by my child … but was.

Childe was role playing me at nursery. Role playing me by putting on 'make up' (paint) and a 'beautiful dress' (some sad rags which were once a Snow White costume) and then telling everyone she was "Goin' to drink a glass of WINE in the res'runt wiv my FRENZ!"

Family Dining At Perivale Farm

Does anyone else find eating out leaves them strung out on "what ifs?" The kind of what ifs that never occurred before kids- and possibly not even before kids came with social media and the perfect parents of message boards. Yeah, you know, the ones who leapt straight off mother's milk and into perfect restaurant…

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Surviving Night Terrors

At 7.15pm Childe was fast asleep. The routine was like clockwork - from who held her hand up the stairs, to toothbrushing to the favourite yellow blanket, to the ungainly position mummeh must sit on the bed to tell the particularly paraphrased bed time story with the particularly particular character voices. Childe was fast asleep.