It's all in the timing

Chippie, the toddler and littlest one, has a hard, red lump on his foot. It’s been there two days. Well, at least I noticed it two days ago. It may or may not have been there longer. It’s not bothering him. It’s bothering me. A lot. I suspect it might…

Aw. It seems I'm not evil after all.

It’s so lovely having a child that is tuned into your moods. It’s also quite confusing having children of two totally different humours. One works soley on sarcasm and the other is so completely literal that its not funny. Except that it is. Bad, evil mummy works well with Monkey…

The End of the Big 3!

There’s always something that will pop up to relieve the boredom. Monkey Boy has a very, very loose tooth. (About time! So much for this “once they lose one, they all fall out” He hasn’t lost a tooth for months now.) As I am “on sabatical” next week, I’m sure…