I know you can’t hear it, but imagine a house without a child in it……………………… Yes, you’ve got it. It’s quiet, oh so quiet (don’t fret yourself, I’m not about to go all Bjork on you!)
Lily has stepped boldly (or not so boldly. I’ll tell all in a while) in to the realms of being a school girl. So, yes, it is very quiet around here right now. I have to admit to feeling a little bit happy about having some peace, but on the whole, it’s a wrench for me too. Continue reading
It’s been another busy period here in our house.
Having got Christmas and new Year out of the way, Lily’s birthday arrived in January. Our big girl turned 4 (and daddy turned 50)
Turning 4 wasn’t so epic (50 for daddy was) in the great scheme of things, but Lily has seemed to have upped the ante somewhat in ways that are very displeasing to us older folk. Continue reading
I am sitting here at 2.55am on New Years day listening to my next door neighbours drawing their night of festivities to an end. I’m not sure they need to be vacuuming though! It’s been a quiet one for us. Just me, Allan, Lily and her Granddad. We didn’t see the New Year in together as it’s not really how we roll here. Continue reading
Well here we are, rollercoasting to the end of another year of fun, excitement, tears, tantrums, learning and loving.
Lily is hurtling towards 4 years old, so technically she will no longer be classed as a toddler.
So, then what? Do I keep my blog as it is named now, or do I change it to something more aptly titled ? I have pondered this on and off for a while now, but still have yet to decide whether to give the old blog an overhaul. Continue reading
Eesh where does the time go? I’m seriously needing a bloggy kick up the bum!
What Lily finds to talk about incessantly, baffles me, but jabber away she does. Blah, blah, blah…… I admit to zoning out at times, to be met with an, “Are you listening to me mum”?. Of course I tell her, yes. Then she asks me a question that is pertinent to what she had been talking (and talking and talking) about, and when I mumble an, “uh huh darling”, she knows that I have not been listening at all. She has cottoned on quite quickly that this reply means I’ve zoned out, and she insists that I start to respond by speaking actual definite words, like yes and no! No more will she be fobbed off by my under enthusiastic responses. Continue reading
It’s been a while I know, since my last post, but hey, here we are raring to go!
Coughs, colds, tonsillitis, viral bugs, chicken pox and chickens (the pox was unrelated!) have played their part in our absence.
During our poorly days there wasn’t a chance of anything getting written, mainly due to tiredness once Lily had gone to bed. Then laziness set in if I’m to be honest, and I always said to myself, “I’ll do it tomorrow”! Always tomorrow.
Then the chickens arrived. They are just over 5 weeks now and we love them. It has been like having newborn babies in the house. They seem to have needed to so much attention. This took it’s form by needing to clear out water and feed containers every hour it seemed. By heck those chooks make so much mess kicking up wood shavings and soaking up every ounce of their water!. Thankfully now they are outside in the garden. Lily loves them. She picks grass for them and hand feeds them. It is so lovely to see them run over to her to get a treat, despite the garden being full of grass, they seem to prefer pecking it from her fingers. They will make wonderful pets and she cannot wait for them to start laying eggs. Continue reading
Tantrums, cheeky retorts and downright disobedience have been on the menu recently.
I have to ask the question. Why? Why do it? We have to go through the same old rigmarole each and every time. She creates merry hell, then I create merry hell. We bicker and puff out our chests, fighting for top dog. Each of us desperate to be the one who has the final say! Of course, in the end it’s me who usually has the last word, but not before Lily ends up in a pile of exasperated frustration on the floor, exclaiming how unfair I am and how awful it is living in this house. She’s three years old for crying out loud. If I had spoken to my mother the way she does, I’d know to duck, because a clip round the ear would follow! Breath in and exhale several times. Continue reading