Sally and Flea go to the Farm

  Like most kids of her age, Flea can perform a wide range of animal noises. I blame all those hours spent at Musical Minis classes, singing along to Old MacDonald and Five Little Ducks Went Swimming One Day. But as an urban child, she’s never seen most of those… View Post

Sally and Flea go to London.

One of my first posts on this blog was my confession that, when she was in pre-school, Flea’s usual breakfast was cereal in a cup. We’ve moved on from those days. We’re older, wiser, more sophisticated. Yes, now that Flea is four, she’s big enough to get her own breakfast,… View Post