Flea: a scam artist in the making

“Don’t make me go to nursery, Mummy. I will just play on my own quietly while you work.” This is what Flea said to me at 8.52am this morning as we prepared to get into the car with the cereal in a cup (today: Weetabix and raisins). We arrived at… View Post

Happy Birthday, Flea!

Dear Flea, Happy 4th Birthday. Sorry I didn’t manage to buy the exact presents you asked for – a live monkey and a black cat called Thomas. Also, I couldn’t find a birthday cake with a dinosaur being ridden by a monkey. Sucks to be you, I know. Still, I… View Post

The Great School Dilemma

Flea’s a late Summer baby. In some ways, this is a good thing – birthday parties will always be cheaper because I don’t have to invite the whole class, for starters. But it also means she’s going to start school in three weeks. Good grief – she hasn’t even turned… View Post

Magical Moments of Parenting #245

So you know sometimes kids can just say things that make your heart melt? It's about their innocent perspective, and how their freedom from embarrassment means they just say whatever is in their little hearts. This post isn't about one of those moments. I picked up Flea from her summer… View Post