The husband was 41 yesterday. I was going to write a blog post about Love and The Older Man – My year of living and loving a man in his 40s with a Daily Mail type headline but that would be fully leaping into oversharing wouldn’t it? So I will tell you about his birthday cake instead.

I am not a baker. However over the years my children have tried to make me be one. We make the odd cake. Sometimes they are edible, sometimes the are not. Sometimes they resemble an actual cake, sometimes they do not.  After years of reluctant attempts, I can manage a classic sponge. This is my limit. I follow the instructions it comes out nearly looking right and it tastes good. The sponge cake is my limit. It’s s my cake making zenith.  Continue reading


Navigating Dyspraxia Without A Map

This week October 9th to 15th 2016, is Dyspraxia Awareness Week.

Dyspraxia Ireland defines DCD as

Developmental Coordination Disorder (DCD), also known as Dyspraxia in the UK and Ireland, is a common disorder affecting fine and/or gross motor coordination in children and adults. This condition is formally recognised by international organisations including the World Health Organisation. DCD is distinct from other motor disorders such as cerebral palsy and stroke. The range of intellectual ability is in line with the general population. Individuals may vary in how their difficulties present; these may change over time depending on environmental demands and life experience, and will persist into adulthood.

People who apparently  have ( or had)  DCD include Daniel Radcliffe, Florence Welsh , Cara Delevingne, Robin Williams, Richard Branson and one of my children.  Continue reading


So Long September

Was September the most ridiculously long month for everyone or was it just me? I was so enthusiastic at the beginning of the month with back to school and summer ending and new routines and then it the enthusiasm died as the month went on and on.

Bar some initial exhaustion on the first week , back to school was seamless. My children love school in the most part.  I am grateful. For the last four years I have had two pick ups from school or the last six years if I include preschool years and now my big three are all finished  school at the same time. It’s a little bonus year in the middle of years of mayhem of various pick ups. It took a week or two to get used to.  It felt like they were off working full-time instead of at school they were gone so long.   Continue reading

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Two and A Bit

I was worried this week about the toddler as her siblings went back to school. She insisted on getting a new school bag. She kicked her boots off in a rage in a packed shoe shop last week to have her feet measured for school shoes too. She told anyone who would listen to her that she was going to school and then in typical unpredictable toddler fashion she waved off the other three, normal service resumed and apart from one request to “please just bring me to a little school Mam” she has been content to get back to routine of pottering around the house while the other’s are in school. Continue reading

Looking back and looking forward

Looking Back and Looking Forward

Last week, my six-year-old stayed up later than normal and was too tired to change into her pyjamas. It was only when I asked her to put her hands up so I could take her t-shirt off that it stuck me that it had been months since I done this. I couldn’t remember the last time I helped her to get ready for bed. She does it herself. She does lots of things herself. She always has done, having a brother and a sister who are older than her has always encouraged her to rush to do what they are doing. But she’s only six and a half, a baby really. Continue reading


They Get That From Me

Do you partake in this activity regularly too? You know the one where you pick out things from your kids appearance or behaviour and attribute it to yourself of your partner? I think it’s a standard activity as a parent.

My husbands genes won out with our eldest three children. They all look like him and each other. Brown hair, brown eyes, they have some of my features but they  predominantly look like the husband and his family. Then the new one came along and she looks like me. It was a shock when her eyes didn’t turn to brown but stayed blue like mine and her hair is blonde and despite being the size of a mouse she has a double chin. All me. Continue reading


Vive la France

Have you ever heard of Paris Syndrome? It’s a temporary psychological condition that effects some people, it is most common with Japanese tourists, upon finding Paris is not what they expected it to be. It is considered an extreme form of culture shock caused by the realisation that Paris is in fact not full of happy stylish people wearing beret’s and cycling merrily on vintage bicycles.

I have never suffered from Paris Syndrome which is probably not that surprising but anytime I have visited France as an adult I have been generally left underwhelmed.I had never ventured further than French cities though and I as I recently discovered out of the cities, France, is a very different beast. Continue reading