Summers as they were: Me (complete with a broken arm) with my little brothers and sister
MOTHERHOOD definitely does something funny to your brain.
When I was little our family holiday was always a week, spent in a caravan, somewhere along England’s south coast (apart from the one year we ventured to Wales, stayed in a chalet and it rained the entire time.)
They were lovely holidays – fun-filled and drama free – but I grew to hate the caravans. The fact the beds were so small that if you rolled over you rolled out. That unless it was baking hot (in which case you couldn’t get cool) then you were always a bit chilly – and everything just seemed, well, a bit damp. Continue reading
Crackling cakes – or bonfire bites if you prefer
Before we go any further, I’m not a cook, or a food blogger or even much of a foodie.
But this does mean that when it comes to grub, and the making of it, I’m a big fan of nothing too complicated. (If I’m following a recipe and there’s more than about ten ingredients my brain starts to weep.)
When it comes to fireworks parties, usually the general rule is everyone brings something. That “something” is usually expected to be homemade. Which generally requires a bit of effort and/or expense if you’re not going to embarrass yourself.
Which is why I came up with my crackling cakes (or bonfire bites if you prefer). Continue reading
My Sonny Jim when he was brand new!
So newborns are *hard* work. They’re tiny, fragile and as a new mum you have absolutely no idea just how exactly you’re supposed keep them alive!
But now my Sonny Jim is a whole six months old – and even though he is a complete delight at the moment – there are a few things I miss already about those newborn days…
- The staying put. When he was new to the world you could put the little lad down – and he basically stayed where you put him. Now Sonny Jim is capable of getting himself into all sorts of pickles if you take your eyes off him for half a second. Wriggling his way under the cot? No problem. Pulling chunks of grass up and trying to eat them? Easy. And this is only going to get worse when he’s properly crawling and walking!
- The cuddles. Sonny Jim and me still have tons of cuddles of course, but nowadays he is normally also trying to pull my hair, poke my eyes, and/or clamber over my shoulder at the same time. When he was newborn, he’d just curl up on my chest and snooze.
By the husband (Gary Pearson)
Rak Chang for our first date night since Sonny’s birth
It was Friday night ,”date night”, for my wife and I.
Our first outing since the birth of our little lad Sonny. He’s our first child and aged a tender ten-and-a-half weeks old we felt (just about) ready to venture out in the big wide world again…
So for our first apres-baby date we were thinking nothing too fancy, nothing too fussy, something we could trust and know we were going to enjoy. A safe bet.
We chose Rak Chang, on the Broadway, as we had been there a few times before and had always enjoyed a good, dependable meal with ample variety. After all, you don’t want to go too wild on your reintroduction to the real world do you!? Continue reading