I’d been hearing great things about the Winnie the Witch picture books ever since I first became a mum more than five years ago, but it wasn’t until last year that we first read one. It was Winnie’s Pirate Adventure, given to Little Miss E, who was four at the...
Back in 2000, Cardiff Daddy and I celebrated graduating from Swansea University with a month-long trip back-packing around the Greek islands. We had next to no money, slept in a tent and carried our stuff round in a couple of back packs. We had such an amazing adventure together –...
I have to admit I’m not much of a golf fan. If I’m honest, it bores me. Cardiff Daddy, however, loves it. Pre-children he would regularly head off on golf all-dayers and stay up all night watching the Masters, but now we have three small children, he doesn’t get much...
National Picnic Week 2015 runs between Saturday 13th and Sunday 21st June. To celebrate, I’ve been working with Higgidy – who make amazing pies and quiches, which are perfect for picnics if you are bored of soggy sandwiches – on their Little Higgidy Picnic Guide. This showcases some of the best picnic spots across the...
Cardiff Daddy and I had an argument this morning. It wasn’t over anything serious, just something stupid that quickly escalated. We both lost our tempers and shouted a little louder than we probably should have, both of us adamant we were right. Nothing unusual in a relationship – but our...
A while back, I wrote a post recommending seven picture books for children who love pirates. A few people told me I should check out The Pirates Next Door by Jonny Duddle as they and their children loved it. I have a real fear of missing out when it comes...
As parents, we’re supposed to be the ones teaching our children – how to walk, how to count, how to read and write, how to tell right from wrong and so on. However, in the five and a half years I’ve been a mum, I have been humbled by how much...
As regular readers of my blog will know, I had three children in just over four years. Little Miss E was 21 months when her brother, Little Man O was born. When Baby Boy I came along, she was 4 and a quarter, and Little Man was two and a...
Little Miss E was about three years old when we started giving her pocket money. We had been shopping for a few bits and pieces and she’d stopped to look at a beautiful soft white fluffy bunny rabbit toy. “Please can I have this, Mummy?” she’d asked. “No,” I replied...
Before I was blessed with my three gorgeous children, I had a miscarriage. I was – or at least I thought I was – 13 weeks pregnant. I’d had the nausea, the tender breasts, a little bump. We’d talked about names, we were reading the pregnancy books. We were already...