Metal Mummy

Wow. My little girl. Over two years old. It’s flown. In fact, I’m writing this post just before our holiday to Turkey and I’m a little worried that there won’t be a cot ready for her at the hotel. You’d … Continue reading →

This morning was a morning like most mornings. James got up, got ready for work, I struggled to open my eyes. You know, the norm. He tottered off to work, I looked at the clock, listened very carefully and didn’t … Continue reading →

I don’t know what possessed me earlier, but when I went to get Freyja up from her afternoon nap, I had the overwhelming urge to climb into her cot with her. I’ve never done it before. It’s not the easiest … Continue reading →

Yesterday wasn’t a good day for bumps and bruises. Freyja’s morning nap ended in a massive thud, through trying to stand up in her Gro-Bag, and failing miserably. She must have tried to stand, using the cot as support, but … Continue reading →