tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82474426581429945792024-11-01T04:42:14.341-07:00I'm a Mum and I'm thirty-something....A Thirty Something Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06092027546383029152noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8247442658142994579.post-16624078372407762482011-07-25T11:42:00.000-07:002011-07-25T11:42:37.373-07:00

Oh dear. Our usually placid Daddy, bellowed and I came running in from the kitchen to find him doubled over a holding out baby girl for me to grab. Our usually happy and fairly well behaved boy was torn between laughing & looking sheepish. It appears he'd gotten rather over excited during an episode of Peppa Pig, ran around like a maniac and thrown himself at Daddy. As he's now about head

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We've all got a funny story or two to share about the funny things our little ones have said and this one had us in stitches recently.... We were at the christening of a friends baby and all was quiet in the church as the priest read his sermon. Until our own little man piped up quite clearly '.....hmmm, Mummy? It's all nice a quiet in here except for him.' Cue pointing directly at the

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Stereotypical I know, but the British are known for their stiff upper lip and formal manner and not for a knack of complaining. When I say 'knack', I mean it. It really is a skill and I have learnt from the master (my mother). I don't mean complaining for the sake of it and there is nothing worse than the attitude you sometimes encounter, of a patron snapping their fingers at a

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Life has changed (for the better I might add)...... Question of the day so far: 'Mummy, what's a donkey actor?' Quite a different start to the old days of getting up, off to the office, work & adult conversation. Still working on just how to answer this one!

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My first ever post/blog or whatever I'm supposed to call it, is born not out of a delightful incident with the babies (sorry children), but righteous indignation. I don't often have the chance to sit down and read a magazine or good book these days, but yesterday I had a bath and actually took an afternoon nap after a particularly horrendous night due to teething tears and an toy-induced

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