Terribly Important: please read….

Hello, if you are reading this because it has arrived by email in your inbox then you may want to know that I have changed my web address to www.northernmum.com which means you need to resubmit your email address to keep getting my blogs delivered.  The same if you subscribe by RSS feed.

You have only missed a couple of posts – the latest being about boys and their willies.

I do hope you will come over to my new site and carry on reading.

Thanks

Jane

 

 

 

the day you left

Most people won’t have noticed, many probably won’t care. But I care, you cut me like a knife and the wound is still open.

You left me.

Being an arse of a mother

Sometimes I can be a real arse of a mother, I shout too much, I often expect too much and sometimes the whole enormity of being mother to three small people threatens to overwhelm me.

Impossible to lie: a roadmap of fibs…..

My oldest daughter is a bouncing ball full of bubbling energy who flies through life experiencing a rainbow of emotions.  She finds it impossible to tell a lie, her face becomes a roadmap of fibs which all end in the final destination of giggles, and she says some flipping marvellous things without ever looking to disguise the truth.

a little pink package

I was just walking blissfully in the sunlight, basking in the joy of the working week ending and the weekend kicking in.

As I cruised through the streets a vibrant pink package on the floor caught my eye and a wave of sadness washed over me.

Clearing the confusion….

I have been described as being a little competitive at times…

Personally I find it nothing short of normal to leap out of the car after work, tag your other half on the shoulder

It’s a simple matter of human biology….

“So how old are you?” exclaimed the friendly lady to a cheerful twin girl.

“I am six,” she replied with a smile tickling her lips, “but mummy says I am ever so tall for my age.”

Sponsored Post: Its not a rat!

As the sun has started to return to our winter drenched country moods have lifted, trousers have shortened and coats have been left at home.

Then suddenly all eyes turn to the garden, the sorry neglected space of overgrown green and unruly bushes.

The Death of a Hero…

It was like all hell had broken loose.  Mayhem had descended upon the car and I seemed to be leading it.

Guest Post: The one about breastfeeding….

As regular readers know I have been proudly feeding BB now for twenty two months, it was such hard work at the beginning and we have no idea how to stop now so instead we are just going with the flow.

Therefore I am pleased to hand over the reins today to Jo Middleton