yesterday i had a very stressed friend of mine quizzing me on what to do about getting shot of her daughters beloved dummy. she really had gotten herself into quite a tiz and knew it that it needed to be done, but the thought of making the first move was terrifying her. weirdly i came home and someone tweeted exactly the same thing. so i have decided to care to share.
i’ve not got a beard like daddy…..
so this is the deal
both oliver and i work full time, blooming hard too. my role is the nursery run in the mornings and evenings. oliver gets ronnie up and ready whilst i’m getting up and ready, then rooster and i are off!
beginnings
instead of sharing the moment we found out that i/we were pregnant, i thought i’d share the moment my parents found out that their one and only was with child.
for as long as i can remember i’ve not really liked babies. amongst all my friends i was the one that was likely not to have a child any time in the near future.
a* school report? not with parents like us!
we had been pondering for quite some time what to do about roosters school
we have one round the corner which is good, all the kiddie winks on the close go there
however they are a bit older than our monkey and it has become very popular in more recent years, i know many who haven’t been able to get in due to siblings etc and then end up getting sent to a school miles away, and in neighbour hoods (i’m sure they probably just say hood, d’ya get me) that i have only frequented by driving straight through in a locked car or just once and i ran in and our on a purely emergency basis only. so anyway this school allocation thing started making me a little twitchy.
