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Added by almost bedtime on April 28, 2012 at 2:00pm — No Comments
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Last night, at dinner time, Carly started playing with her food.
“That’s not very mature,” her dad commented, as she dangled a cheese stick from her nose pretending it was an elephant’s trunk.
Lance giggled and started waving his cheese stick around too.
Carly grinned at her brother, then carefully pulled a string of cheese from the cheese stick and popped it in her…
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It’s 2 o’clock in the morning.
And I am wide awake.
I should be fast asleep.
Indeed I was fast asleep. Two hours ago.
But now I am wide awake. Thanks to one of the babies crying out.
Of course, the baby (either Lola or Lance, I have no idea who) went straight back to sleep. Whereas their poor mother (that would be me) rolled over and did not.
Five minutes passed. Sleep was not forthcoming. I went…Continue
Added by almost bedtime on April 16, 2012 at 9:56am — No Comments
I have always had an aversion to minivans.
Which has nothing to do with my fear of being mistaken for a soccer mom.
I find them too big and too cumbersome for a start. And that’s just looking at them. The thought of actually driving one of these petrol-guzzling, road-hogging monstrosities scares the hell out of me. Although not as much as the thought of maneuvering one into a tight parking spot at the local community centre.
Driving a minivan…Continue
Added by almost bedtime on April 14, 2012 at 1:31pm — No Comments
Whenever we travel abroad as a family, my husband is in charge of two things: packing the electronic stuff (like computer, iPads, cameras, etc) and remembering our important documents. And by important documents I mean the really important ones. In other words, the ones that will get us back into Canada upon our return.
Added by almost bedtime on April 10, 2012 at 11:49pm — No Comments
When my dad remarried about a week after my A-levels and sold the house I’d grown up in for the past 18 years to move to North Yorkshire with his new wife, it was my big brother who stepped up and gave me somewhere to stay.
When I moved down to Portsmouth with him for that summer before I started university, alone and homesick and desperately in lust with ‘Kick ‘em in Kev’ (my 19 year old no hope of a boyfriend who was still up in Donny), it was my big brother who talked me…Continue
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