For the Love of Horses

When I left School many years ago, the only thing I had an interest in was horses. So I went to college and got some qualifications and even competed in some small show jumping and cross-country events. At the stables I worked at, we ran summer clubs and gymkhana’s. My days there were some of the happiest of my life. Except the falling off horses, being kicked by horses, being trodden on by horses and horse flies…. Other than that, pretty awesome days. As much as I loved all the horses in my care, two stole my heart. Starlight and Sundance, although we had nicknames for them. I still have a drawing of them both that was given to me as a gift for my birthday when I worked at the stables (I think it was for my 18th birthday).

Here, have some pictures of me between the ages of 17-20 ish years old with both of them.


Sundance, also known as ‘Fatty’ because he never stopped eating, was bay colour and a gentle yet stubborn git! If you wanted to head to the right, it was a given that he wanted to go left…. towards the lovely grass he had his eyes on. Always getting holes in his rugs, I spent many a night at home hand stitching his rugs. He was popular with everyone, his name often requested for hacks out because he was pretty safe with all scenarios regarding traffic etc. He was the cute boy that you just had to love.

Starlight, also known as ‘Scar’ or ‘Scar bag’ because of the scars on her face but she was so beautiful. She was a chestnut mare with a serious temper. Nobody was allowed near her tail, she was a kicker. She once let me plait the top of her tail for a competition but made it clear when she’d had enough by trying to eat my face. At competitions she had to wear a red ribbon in her tail which basically alerted others to the dangers of her flying back feet. She was a bitey, kicky, feisty, moody, stubborn, aggressive mare… and I loved her dearly. Point her at a show jumping fence and she was happy. We won a fair few rosettes for clear rounds between us. I have fond memories of us jumping, hacking out (although freaking at the sight of a tractor and trying to chuck me in a ditch was not as pleasant memory wise) and I loved just watching her grumpy attitude as she strutted across the field. One day I went to work and she’d gone. The vet had been called and she was ‘put to sleep’ because of twisted gut and she was suffering. I cried for days. I miss her every day, even now.


Eliza will be 9 soon and has struggled with anxiety a fair few years now. We use essential oils which help loads. We have various strategies that we use if we see her anxiety rising. These days she is pretty good at saying how she feels so she can sometimes give a heads up that anxiety has popped by. One of the best things she ever did was attend ‘Horse Therapy’ (or Equine Therapy). At the start she hated it, well hated the thought of it (anxiety) and would scream as soon as she saw the turning to the stables (anxiety) and we’d spend the first 20-30 minutes of the session in the car for safety whilst she screamed, kicked the car seat and yelled (yep, anxiety). Eventually she would get out and tell me she’s only staying for five minutes. I agreed as it was confidence for her and her compromise. Every time those five minutes ended up as at least an hour if not longer. She’d help groom the ponies, feed them and learn about how to look after them. The minute she sat on a pony to ride she was totally relaxed and anxiety gone. Horses are said to be amazing help for those with autism and special needs and it certainly worked for Eliza. We went for weekly sessions for a year unless the weather was too bad. It gave her confidence, pushed her boundaries, improved her speech along with the confidence and lowering anxiety. She also made friends there. After a year, she didn’t want to go anymore and to be fair I think she’d got what she needed from it. The amazing power of horses.

(I’ll just add here that even though Eliza’s anxiety caused some upset as described above, I know her extremely well and I trusted my instinct and her fighting spirit that she could do it and it was worth persevering. Eliza often needs ‘anxiety squashing time’ and she actually really enjoyed the horses company and she still talks fondly of them now. If at any time it seemed damaging to her, I would have stopped the class).

Here she is (2015-2016)

Eliza Horses

This has been a post for ‘Photo Share Friday’ (although mine turned out to be an essay too lol). Hosted this week by Sporadically Yours and Finding Ninee


My eyes are blue, like my bruises

I hate the way I look, always have. When starting a new course or job and during the induction days they do that ‘let’s get to know each other’ stuff and one of the questions is always tell us what you like/dislike about yourself. I could go on and on for hours about what I dislike but like……. I like the colour of my eyes. That’s all.

Growing up I was always made to feel inferior, less, wrong, outcast. In School I was always one of the odd kids that didn’t fit the tough criteria to be in the ‘popular girls’, the ‘super intelligent kids’ or the ‘sports superstars’.  I was pretty good at some sports back then but because I didn’t have the right look, I was overlooked most of the time. I also came from a poor family so I was not allowed to socialise with the rich kids. They stuck together, so the poor council estate kids did the same. Boundaries and walls is what I remember most from my younger days – not thin enough, not tall enough, not good enough, not rich enough, not popular enough….. Even as a child the pressure was there to be thin, have perfect hair and millions of friends and that would make you popular (except looking back, I’m sure those popular kids had a rough time too keeping up appearances to please others). My body is far from perfect. It’s been battered and bruised and carried two babies and been through surgery. Stretch marks and scars are what I have going for me now.


I carried two BIG babies. Healthy babies, but big babies. No amount of stretch marks cream can fix the marks they left. I wouldn’t want to either. As much as I despise the red jagged lines on my stomach, they remind me of my two precious humans and that after two horrendous deliveries (one almost costing me life) we all made it, we survived.

I had surgery to remove my gallbladder so I have 4 scars in different areas of my upper body. Ugly yes but I’m no longer in daily pain and dosed up on pain relief to get me through the day.

I spent many years riding (and falling off) horses. I competed in show jumping (locally, no fame here) and I loved my horses although I was often trodden on, kicked, bitten, bucked off, head butted…… Every bruise and broken toe was worth it, they were some of the happiest days of my life. There was also a broken heart on numerous occasions as I had to say goodbye to the horses we lost through old age and illness. A sketch of my two biggest loves hang on my wall behind me as I write this. I still think of you both Starlight & Sundance. You both scarred my heart forever. My body went through so much physically and emotionally.

I’ve been bruised numerous times by an angry, frustrated Eliza in full on melt down. Totally unable to control herself her feet have left numerous bruises on my legs and face before. Back in the days where regression stole her speech. Spoken language that was not to return for 3 years. I’ve never blamed her for any of it, she was unable to control what she was doing. In an odd way, I was glad she felt able to do it to me so she had that release. As much as my legs suffered, I’m know she was suffering much more at the time it was happening.

Now I’m in my 40’s I care less about what the world thinks of me. I also care less about whether I like myself or not. I realised long ago that society would decide whether I fit the bill in certain areas or not regardless of what I do, look like or feel. It’s a strange, and often cruel, world we live in. Body shaming seems to be the ‘norm’ now. I’ll raise my kids to be themselves, whatever makes them happy. I’ll try my best to just be me, although it may take a while as the real me seems to have gotten lost somewhere in the last 15 years. It took me a while to realise that it’s no good pretending to be someone or something you are not, just to fit in. It’s much better to just be you and find the friends that love you for who and what you are. Those friends will love you even when you don’t love yourself sometimes.



This was written for ‘Finish the sentence Friday’ hosted by Finding Ninee and Sporadically Yours and the prompt was ‘When it comes to this body…’

What am I afraid of?

What are you afraid of? Spiders? Mice? Flying?. Everyone has fears don’t they? (even if they don’t admit them or want to talk about them). I’m not a fan of mice or spiders but I can catch and remove them from the house without having a heart attack or passing out. Flying, I’m fine with although the popping of ears really annoys me and I’m not keen on the take off as the plane surges forward. I am afraid of many things, some deep and emotional things and other stuff that is completely stupid and pointless but I feel that way anyway.

Do you have children? I do. Eliza is 9 soon and Noah is 4. I am a single parent (and main carer to Eliza who is autistic with learning difficulties). I bet all parents have the same fear as I do – dying. For me it’s not so much about how I’ll die or when, it’s what I’ll leave behind and that includes those two beautiful little humans that rely on me every day. I’m terrified of dying when they are young. I want to be old and have seen them settle in life with their own families or a job they love. No parent should ever live longer than their child, a thought I can’t bear to ponder on as it just adds to my anxiety about the whole situation. As awful as it is to think about it, I often do. It’s like living in fear yet living with a need to make sure you do as much as possible now for the future. I worry for both of them but with extra worry for Eliza. Nobody knows what the future holds but she’ll ever live a fully independent life, she’s always going to need supervision and support. I worry about how she’d be without me so I spend a lot of time teaching her life skills and talking her through situations and scenarios and I often push her comfort zones. I once saw a picture on another Facebook page and I’ve never forgotten it. It was from a lovely page I follow called Forehead kisses – Our Awesome Autism page and this was the picture..


I found it so emotional to read. But that’s what we do for our children, teach them how to live independently because one day, we won’t be here for them. So yeah, I fear dying but not for the actual dying part.

**You should check out that beautiful page, it’s been wonderful watching Brodie growing up (who now has left school and has his own business)**

I’m afraid of driving yet I drive most days although mainly short distances. I’ve thrown up on the driveway before at just the thought of getting in the car! My legs shake, I start to cough (you know that kind of annoying anxiety induced back if throat cough) and I have to sometimes talk myself in to driving (I’m actually fine once in the car). I was in the passenger seat of a car once when the driver was going too fast on a country lane, skidded and we ended up in a ditch. I had an accident where I was the driver years ago when heavily pregnant with Eliza. My car was a total write off and the road I was on was dark with nothing in walking distance. It was raining heavily and thundering. I stood in the dark in the rain with my almost 7 month baby bump, waiting to be rescued and not a single driver stopped to help. I’ve also been a passenger that felt nothing but helpless fear when my husband had a massive panic attack in the car and started shaking and shut his eyes whilst he was driving. I had to calm him fast and help him pull in to a lay by. A very small baby Eliza was fast asleep in the back of the car. I then had to drive us home, my first time ever on a motorway and only 7 months after my own accident. I HATE DRIVING!!! But I need to. The kids have appointments, Eliza’s school in 35 mins away, shopping etc. I also do it because I don’t want to let fear and anxiety win. So I push my own comfort zones.

I’m scared of sharks! Like forgetting I can breathe, sweaty palms, legs buckling under me scared. Doesn’t matter which type, they are all scary! Yes, go ahead and laugh. It’s a totally ridiculous fear to have. I live in the UK, pretty central/midlands area with absolutely NO possibility of meeting a shark unless I visit the sea-life centers. But nonetheless, they terrify me. I’ve been in the sea-life places before and walked through those glass tunnels where sharks lay over the top or swim by. A giggling and happy Eliza or Noah have a blast. They look in amazement at these things. Me…. eyes straight ahead at the exit and do not engage eye contact with the sharks, I repeat do not engage eye contact with the sharks…… FEAR!! The stupidest fear I have but it’s there. I only agreed to go swimming in the ocean in Australia after I asked my brother about 30,000 times if he was pretty sure I’d not meet any sharks (and that if I did, he’d wrestle them until they spat me out if they ate me). I’ve had many nightmares involving sharks attacking me, eating me, swimming around me in circles and even being trapped in a cage with a shark…… STUPID FEAR!!


**Avoids eye contact with shark picture**

Other than totally waffling my way through this blog, I find it interesting that the three things I chose to share are so different and have come about because of life and situations (other than the sharks, NO IDEA where that came from). That emotional deep-rooted fear about dying too soon, the circumstance induced fear because of cars and accidents and the just stupid irrational ‘did God throw that in for a laugh’ fear.

This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. This week’s topic is “I’m afraid of/that…” hosted by Finding Ninee by Kristi Rieger Campbell and Sporadically Yours



Favourite Things (of Eliza)

This is a Listicle Friday post from the ‘Finish the sentence Friday’ group I am in although I’m finally adding my efforts on Sunday because, well life is busy as usual. This week we have to list ten of our favourite things so I thought I’d ask Eliza what her ten favourite things are and write about those. Some of her answers really made me laugh.

Pasta – Yep, seriously! One of her favourite things in life is pasta. She’d eat it every day if she could and it has to be plain with no toppings or only grated cheese. No other ways will do. Since asking her about her favourite things and her saying pasta, she’s now asking for pasta so I guess I know what I’m cooking tonight.

iPad – No surprise there. She loves her iPad and her precious Roblox game. Not so long ago the iPad was her means to helping her communicate with ‘talking software’ similar to PECS (Picture Exchange Communication System). Nowadays it’s all about the games. And the music. Eliza recently found a love for pop music after years of Disney tracks so she also has her iTunes play list on there which includes Taylor Swift, Queen and Ed Sheeran.

Her new knickers! – Oh how I laughed. But yes, her new knickers are amazing she says. She likes the boy shorts style ones and recently I got her some that have the word ‘whatever’ repeatedly printed around the waistband. She thought that was hilarious and now they are her favourite pants lol. Whenever she wears them she says ‘whatever’ in a kind of 8 year olds attempt at an attitude tone.

Super Mario – Especially playing Mario Kart 8 and Super Mario Maker. She has cuddly toys from the games, a racing track, a hoodie, socks… Eliza just loves Mario and has the games on her Wii-U and DS consoles.

Jaffa Cakes – On the off chance you’ve never heard of them, they are chocolate sponge like biscuits with an orange squishy centre. She loves them and would eat them all if she got her hands on them. Here, have a picture.. United biscuits sale

Adventure Time – An animated TV show that I just don’t get but she does and it’s one of her most watched things. “Twelve-year-old Finn battles evil in the Land of Ooo. Assisted by his magical dog, Jake, Finn roams the Land of Ooo righting wrongs and battling evil. Usually that evil comes in the form of the Ice King, who is in search of a wife. He’s decided he should wed Princess Bubblegum, though she doesn’t want to marry him. Still, he persists in trying to steal her away, and Finn and Jake, along with Lady Raincorn (a cross between a unicorn and a rainbow) do their best to keep her from harm”. To me it’s just background noise but she loves it and can talk about it at great length when she wants to. 

Special Days – OK this one melted my heart a lot. As much as we enjoy family time together I always do separate things with each of the kids (because they are in to different things, different ages and I think it’s nice to have quality time with each). I recently took Eliza to the theatre for a relaxed performance of ‘The Wind in the Willows’ and she loved it. Sat for the whole thing, laughed and clapped. It’s been something we’ve worked towards for a long time as anxiety often stops her enjoying things. On New Years Eve morning she decided she’d like to go to the cinema to watch ‘Lego Ninjago’. She’d not been to the cinema for years (anxiety) but with her new found enjoyment at watching Lego related animated shows on TV, she wanted to go. So we did. She sat through the entire thing equipped with sweets and a drink. She really enjoyed it and has asked to go to the cinema again so I keep telling her what is on, so when she likes something we can go. ooi98u8

Trumping – No, it’s nothing to do with Donald!!. Eliza is giggling away after saying this. Politely it means breaking/passing wind but she thinks this is a hilarious answer so here it is. #ShesStillLaughing   #TheThingsSheFindsFunny

Paddling Pools – Nothing she likes more in summer than a splash in the pool and a water fight. On hot summer days here I often see what has become known as the ‘school to pool’ transition. Basically there is a straight line from our front door to the back door. Eliza gets off the school bus and walks in, I tell her the pool is filled. In the few seconds it takes for me to close and lock the door and put her coat away she has already stripped completely and looking for her swim suit, leaving a trail of school uniform behind in the hallway. Yep, ‘School to pool’ lol

The House – She loves the house we live in and the surrounding area. We live close to forests to often see deer, foxes, hedgehogs, red kites and many more. We have a park we can walk to in five minutes and a lot of open green areas. Eliza loves her bedroom, it’s her fun and safe place to be. Our local area do carol singing at Christmas, Halloween trick or treat locally, Summer fun days etc. It’s very family orientated and very inclusive. I think the move here was the best thing for her and her brother.

So there you go, Eliza’s current most favourite things. She’s a funny character and there is never a boring day here at home. This, as I said above, was part of ‘Finish the sentence Friday’ and the new listicle thingymebob. This week hosted by Finding Ninee and Sporadically Yours





Our December


December is here. The countdown to Christmas has begun as advent calendars and candles start, countless elf on the shelf pictures appear daily on social media and generally the shops in town suddenly get busier each day on the run up to Christmas Eve. Of course, Christmas songs started on the radio as soon as Bonfire night was over! Our house is decorated, minus the tree that we collect in a weeks time. Both of my children love Christmas but especially Eliza. It’s her favourite time of year. She loves the lights, the tree, her letter from Santa, Christmas films, driving past all the houses lit up at night… Her love of Christmas and Santa helped Eliza on her journey to becoming continent too, with a little help from Mrs. Claus as well (Striving for Continence) . This year I’ve added something new. We have an elf, although he’s not on the shelf. I’m not doing it for monitoring or encouraging behaviours, the elf is not reporting back to Santa etc. I’m doing it because I think the kids will find it funny and have a giggle. You see, our elf is a very cheeky elf and he’s going to get up to some light mischief on the run up to Christmas, simply to entertain the children. That’s the way we’re doing it anyway.


All presents are already purchased and hidden in the house ready for wrapping.  I’m an early shopper, once September school term starts is when I start picking up a gift here and there. I find it very hard to buy for Eliza every year. She has her safety net of favourite things that never change (Super Mario, any gadgets, Mickey Mouse, Sonic and Dr Seuss) which is a blessing for me as I can always find something she’d like. Other than those few things, her tastes change often. This year has been a little different. She had some ideas of her own and told me. The last few months she’s grown up so much in what she likes and how she behaves. Eliza would like an MP3 player because “I wants pop songs on it, big headphones and I can take it in the car”. She’s recently changed from listening to Disney Soundtracks to asking for pop music. Taylor Swift’s ‘Shake it off’ has her up and dancing before you can blink. She’d also like a bag and a purse so she can carry her fidget stuff around and her pocket money. My baby is growing up yet I can still see her in her red dress for her first Christmas, wide-eyed at the sight of Santa arriving at play group and then attempting to open her gift by eating the paper. In fact, I found that exact photo…


Every year we visit Santa and this year is no different. I have a feeling we will be visiting Santa for a fair few many years yet. Eliza totally believes still, it’s more likely her younger brother will find out the truth sooner than her, at 3 years old he already noticed how Santa looks different on all the TV adverts! So yeah, we visit Santa every single December and she loves it. She ups her stimming in December, ‘the Santa effect’ I call it. She flaps and jumps so much with excitement I seriously think she stands a chance at flying one day. Her innocence is just so beautiful. As soon as she sets eyes on Santa though, her words disappear in a ‘star struck’ kind of way. Last year when she saw him she whispered quietly “He’s really here” and couldn’t stop smiling.

We try to take part in the local festivities too, the Carol Singing and lighting up the tree. I’ll be attending Eliza’s School for a few Christmas themed things and Noah has a Christmas party at nursery to enjoy. I’m taking Eliza to the theatre in a few weeks to see ‘Wind in the Willows’ followed by lunch in McDonald’s and buying some sweets from the shop before going home. That is our mum and daughter afternoon out (Noah and I go to kids farm and play place together one day when she is at School, that’s our afternoon out). We’ll have a drive around the local area now and again in the evenings to check out the lights on people’s houses.  So for us, December is pretty amazing. Sadly not everyone enjoys Christmas and the run up to it. It can be really distressing for many children and adults as everywhere suddenly looks, smells, feels, and sounds different. The routine is completely thrown out so just please be aware that not everyone will find it easy at this time of year.

Thanks for reading. This blog was part of a ‘Finish the sentence Friday’ and the topic is the holidays and the approach to them. Hosted by my wonderful friend over at Finding Ninee



The Most Hurtful Words I Remember


People often say stupid things. We all do it at some point and thankfully others do understand. We make mistakes, we’re human. However there are times that I wished people had put more serious thought in to what they said or even stopped themselves from opening their mouths in the first place. Words can be inspiring, educational, uplifting and life changing. They can also be devastating and hurtful. Most of us will have been hurt by things others have said even if they never meant them to. I sat here thinking about the things that have been said to us in the past and there are three memories that stick, for the wrong reasons. Three different times I’ve been left speechless or angry. So here they are…

  1. “Don’t expect much from her, she’ll never read or write and I doubt she’ll ever speak” were the parting words to us as we left the office of a pediatrician that saw Eliza when she was just 2 years old. He refused to diagnose her because she was “Too young to be autistic….” **Insert eye roll here** but he happily wrote her off. How?? I’m pretty sure he didn’t have a crystal ball to see the future or a time machine to back up his awful comments. He simply decided she was nothing and would become nothing. What did we do? We changed pediatrician! One that allowed her grow and develop and believed in her and encouraged her. Eliza proves the first one wrong every single day. Her speech returned, she can write although her fine motor skills will always need working on and she’s very much aware that it’s a weaker point for her (She has a lot of anxiety at the thought of even holding a pen but she still tries, never gives up). As for never reading, she is 8 years old now and school recently informed me Eliza reads age 10-11 year level.
  2. “Are you not scared there will be something wrong with that one too?” was said to me whilst pointing at my baby bump 4 years ago (that is now Noah, Eliza’s younger brother). Let me tell you that there is nothing ‘wrong’ with Eliza. She’s not broken, she’s different. She is beautiful, feisty, intelligent, funny and caring. She is autistic. She is not to be feared (unless the Wi-Fi drops and then it’s every man, woman and child for themselves…..). It amazes me even now how many people fear autism and their eyes fill with pity as they open their mouths to say something most likely along the lines of ‘Oh, I’m so sorry…..’ and it’s just another reason why it’s important to raise autism acceptance and understanding.
  3. “Why don’t you adopt her out so you can get on with your life. You’re young enough to have another one and they might not turn out like her” is THE MOST HURTFUL THING I’LL EVER REMEMBER TILL THE DAY I DIE!!! A friend said that to me. A FRIEND! (Who I have never seen nor spoken to since that day). All because I had said we were having appointments with a pediatrician to determine if Eliza would be assessed for autism or not. She wasn’t even diagnosed yet someone I trusted and cared about thought it appropriate to tell me to give her away. Not only that, to replace her as if she were nothing! I still struggle with processing this memory even now. Back then, I said nothing. I walked away in shock and cried at home. These days I’d probably be arrested for causing a scene as I’d be up there on my soap box educating people loudly and firmly!

So there they are. The three moments that played a huge part in shaping me for the person I am today and in a knock on effect, shape the amazing and beautiful girl that’s currently stimming next to me and laughing at ‘Tom & Jerry’ on TV whilst also scripting from ‘Wreck it Ralph’. For a long time I hid away from friendships and socialising with people because in my head if friends could say such awful things, imagine what enemies could say!!! Thankfully now we’ve surrounded ourselves with an amazing bunch of people, some have become great personal friends. Eliza is thriving and loves life, she has friends and is doing really well at school. She didn’t deserve to be written off and how wrong they were to do so.



Blooming Rainy Days

It’s August, and I can’t believe we are having such a rubbish summer weather wise. It’s been non stop rain for almost two weeks now, making it very hard to occupy the kids as they are off school until September. We’ve pretty much killed the play doh we have used it that many times, we can do all puzzles with our eyes closed and as for cakes…. We’ve made that many cakes that I almost fell off the scales in shock at slimming club when they said I’d lost last week! I’ve lost count of the amount of times that both of them have said “Mummy, stop the rain please so we can play outside”. Yesterday the rain stopped for most of the day and everyone went to the park and pretty much stayed there for hours making the most of the weather. We were lucky that a park opened just 5 minutes walk from the house so when the weather is good, we can head there and have fun and if the weather changes we can be home pretty fast. Eliza loves sitting at the top of the slide and looking over to the forest, people watching or admiring the birds flying in the sky. She can often be found sat there stimming away and just loving being outdoors. We also have plenty of things in the house to keep us occupied thankfully. Every year between June and July I stock up on things for the kids to do during the school holidays – lots of arts and crafts especially painting trinket boxes, decorating face masks and making silly hats etc, tie dye t-shirts to create, planting flower seeds, card making things, bead threading activities and other things. It gets us through the summer, especially on those rainy days.

It’s August, and I can’t believe Eliza completed a whole year at her new School in July. Where did that year go? She is so happy there and thriving. Her school report was amazing and it was lovely to watch her in sports day in the relay race. We were once told by a pediatrician that Eliza would never speak, read, write….. In true Eliza style, she is proving them wrong all the time. She loves reading, really enjoys her books and her speech is improving all the time. Her writing is something she has always struggled with. Fine motor skills are not easy for Eliza but she never gives up trying (although a fair bit of anxiety led verbal protests often happen before she picks up a pen). Friends that have been to see us recently have commented on how tall she is getting, how different she is each time they see her etc. In the last few months Eliza has started enjoying pop music and loves a good sing along in the car. She has also taken a keen interest in playing chess on the kindle after a friend let her play chess on his phone a while back. It’s wonderful to see her personality shining through and her willingness to show us what she likes and enjoys these days. She is growing up so fast.

It’s August, and I can’t believe that in just a few weeks Noah starts nursery! He is so excited and when his uniform arrived he just had to try it on. Well, he looks so grown up and very pleased with himself. This year he has really changed and he has the most sensitive, caring and loving personality (oh and very cheeky of course). Considering what he went through last year with operations, hospital stays and endless medications, he is just doing great. He has asked about nursery for so long he just can’t wait to go. Recently he had a settling session there and he cried because he didn’t want to come home, he wanted to stay and play! My little boy is going to nursery. He is ready, I’m not sure I am!

Well, summer might be a wet and cold one, but the kids are doing just great and whether I like it or not, they are both growing up. They are so different in personality, but so close despite their differences. They play and fight like siblings do. I am so very proud of them both.



This blog was written for ‘Finish the Sentence Friday’ hosted by the wonderful Finding Ninee