Did you have the Easter Bunny when you were a child? We didn’t. We always got an Easter egg each, and I think (though I may be wrong) they were left at the end of the bed, but they were always from our parents. The first time I heard that
Long, long ago, when I had two-under-two, I wondered if my girls would ever be friends. At twenty months, my eldest was little more than a baby herself when her small sister was born, and she was understandably confused. I remember a work colleague who’d had a second child around
Something I keep forgetting is that it takes my kids a little bit of time to adjust on any given occasion – holidays, new places, days out. They need a few minutes or a few hours to work out that expectations and reality aren’t exactly the same – and it
I’m a bit nosy, and have been enjoying the “week in dinners” series on Bumbles of Rice lovely food and parenting blog. This week it’s payback time – she’s asked the rest of us to confess our own “week in dinners”, warts and all (that’s not actually a nice image)
It’s Easter Bunny time again. Or not, as the case may be. I’ve asked around, as I do every year, confused mammy that I am: Does the Easter Bunny come to your house? And the answers, though varied, usually have a similar theme:
So it’s the end of the Easter holidays and parents all over Ireland are breathing a sigh of relief – some because they are at home with their children all year round and it’s a little more difficult to keep everyone entertained during school holidays, and some because they’re at work and find it
It’s Good Friday, and I haven’t thought about work once today – I love that. We took the kids to Powerscourt House and Gardens – well OK, the House followed by an “adventure” exploring the trees and grass verges on the way back to the car, via the garden centre.