We have ourselves a four year old. A very teeny tiny four year old who still wears 18-24 month clothes. Thank goodness she wasn’t born three days earlier or she’d be going to school this August and I’m not sure we’d have found her a uniform to fit! We were snowed in on her actual… Continue reading Four, Flurries, Feeding and Family
I had a very entertaining walk last week. The sun was shining (rare!) and I decided to take the bambinos out on the tandem trike. I got all the way up the village, about a mile or so, and got a few bits and bobs before starting the jaunt back. I had just got on… Continue reading Teetering on the edge of the next decade
Last week The Tidy Tyrant let the team down with a trip to McDonalds. This put me in a very difficult position. But I am pleased to report that I have stayed strong and have denied myself one of my favourite treats. So I am now nearly 5 months in. I suppose I might as… Continue reading McDonalds, matching trainers, a marathon and a monocle.
It’s been busy, busy, busy here at Stov HQ. I’ve been meaning to sit down and write a blog for about a week now but just haven’t found the time. I am back at work a day and a half a week and The Tidy Tyrant has started work again for the summer (?) season… Continue reading Bittersweet Blog
Poor Daisy Doodles didn’t have a great start to her birthday week. I think she had a tummy bug. I say I think because when you have child that projectile vomits for fun, it’s difficult to know when the vomits are induced by something more sinister. She was sick in her bed in the middle… Continue reading The Big Three
It can be difficult to decide what sort of things to take Daisy to given that she can’t walk or talk. I can take her in the ball pool at a soft play but that’s about it. When we go to soft play on playdates she can’t really get involved although she does love watching… Continue reading Super Science with the Stovs
I really must write these blog posts more often. Maybe if we had stuck to dry January I would have had more time to write them but we got bored of it last weekend and cracked open the prosecco and gin. Not in the same glass I might add. Oops. I am pleased to report… Continue reading Slowly, slowly catchy monkey