My son is a trolling ratfink

Recently, Ollie has begun developing a more advanced sense of humour. Admittedly it is still rudimentary, however he's branching out and is attempting to add sophisticated flourishes to his repertoire. One of these 'flourishes' can be seen in the fact that he has started doing extremely unflattering impressions of people at his nursery. This level... Continue Reading →

Mental prodding by a 3 year old

Ollie has always had a carefully developed and well orchestrated range of gambits for artfully poking Rosie and I both mentally and physically. Through constant enforced exposure however, we have increasingly become resistant to them as time has gone. They are wonderfully passive aggressive at times and include classics such as steadfastly insisting that I... Continue Reading →

A night out without a child…

Last weekend, for the first time in two years Pose and I had a night away from home without a tiny Pachyderm for company! Momentous news I know. I think both of us genuinely expected this to be a worrisome experience where Pose or I would be phoning to check on Ollie every 30 minutes... Continue Reading →

Mother’s Day schtick

I get that mother's day is a chance for children/offspring/financial burdens to do something nice for or spend time with their mum's. However, it's not really hit me until the last couple of years, this year particularly, that it's almost more of a chance, particularly when the child is at Ollie's age, for husbands/partners to... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑