For someone so young, P can spin stories like a pro. We learned fairly early on to never trust every thing he said, especially when he’s spouting stuff with a wicked glint in his eyes. Friends have found this out for themselves at great peril. To see him denying things, with an angelic look on his face is a sight, indeed!
Recently we were visiting friends and as it was a hot day, we sat at this nice pub by a canal and were quenching our collective thirst when a narrowboat …

Look at my brave li’l boy – peering down at nothing! We went to Blackpool last weekend and this pic was taken atop the Blackpool Tower. This is the famous Walk of Faith where there is nothing but clear glass underneath your feet. You’ve got to remember at this point, one is at a height of 300+ metres! Totally unfazed, P sat quite comfortably on the glass and peered down below.

My son is five years old and ever since he was 2.5, I have been getting subtle digs from the MIL’s side that have gradually become stronger over the years – about her looking after her grandson without me hovering in the background, cluttering up the picture. Before you ask, yes I have left him in her care during the day, in order to acqueise to her hankering, whilst I have taken care of some odd jobs nearby. So what is the problem? Well, she wants to keep him overnight. …

Like most children his age, P loves to do stuff he has no business getting his hands into. DIY, stripping wallpaper, cooking… every activity we ‘big people’ are involved in always starts with the obligatory ‘can I do it too?’ The resultant NO generally never puts him off.
But the cooking thing has been cultivated happily in the nursery and school. He even went to a friend’s cooking party recently. I have actually found it rather lovely to do something with him. One of our favourite things to do is pancakes. …

Yesterday, P and I decided to go to the next town to visit his cousin so he can have a play date with some family. His dad was at work and P was quite puzzled by the fact that his pater was away working and not having off-days and play dates like him. When we saw more than usual number of cars parked in the nearby streets, he was prompted to remark ‘lots of daddies are at home today, mummy.’
I said ‘yeah, possibly.’
He carried on, ‘but my daddy has to …

Once upon a time, there lived this little boy called, let’s say, P. One day, P went on a play date to his best friend, K’s house, which was a good distance away. He reached there alright and played till sun down. Then, K’s mum said ‘snack time’ and gave the boys some yummy thingummies to eat. P, who’d never tasted something like that before, stuffed his face and asked K’s mum for its name, so he can ask his mum to make it for him.
K’s mum replied: ‘it’s …

‘Get your Easter bonnets in by Friday, as we will be having the Easter Bonnet Parade later on in the day’, stated the missive from the school. Easter bonnet? What the hell! I had visions of P walking up and down his school, looking like Peter Rabbit. Why in God’s name would these boys wear bonnets in the first place anyway? After all, this is the land where the tiniest smudge of pink isn’t allowed anywhere near a boy (lest he become traumatised or gay in the future?) and here …

This is what my baby got me for Mother’s Day this year. I know I said I did not believe in that but he, being angrez thinks Mum’s day is an essential part of the year’s calendar!!!

We recently bought a hoola hoop for S and me to use, to help reduce our extremely fetching love handles. Of course, as with everything P decided to try his hand at it, to some hilarious moments.

P is 5 today. Unbelievable! It seems as if it was just yesterday (how cliched does that sound!) that he was a wee baby and I was a mum going crackers. New place, new role, no friends, that was my state. Struggling with the day-to-day things such as breast feeding, mashing up the potatoes and carrots, and just holding it together from one day to the next. As I see my group of blogger friends, the mommy bloggers, the mom blog network and things like that, I can’t help wishing …

TIme was, when Pratik used to be really interested in my lippy – well not that way! The colours were so bright and sparkly and he always wanted to see how I put it on. Then there was this period when he wanted me to kiss him once I’ve put some lipstick on. Even when I kissed him goodnight, I used to get this question: ‘have you got lipstick on, mummy?’
But in the last week, he’s changed. Yesterday, I kissed him bye bye at school and he was frantically wiping …