Our silly but adorable Freya came to live with us one year ago. During that time she’s also moved into our hearts, not just our house. Rather than asking “How are Jen and D?” if I’ve been out, it will be “How are my boys and Freya?” I would be so lost without her now, she is like a third child. She still has her quirks, but she has obvious strong points too. She has learnt to play. She knows children are more easily hurt and plays differently with them, slower and cautious but not frightened. She let’s me wash her with little drama, she still bites the flea comb afterwards though.
I received an email from a local charity which I am sharing with you all today. The following is written by Liam at Winston’s wish. They are a specialist support charity for children that have lost one or both parents. With Father’s Day approaching this weekend, Winston’s Wish knows that for children and young people coping with life after the death of their father, this time of year can be particularly poignant. Winston’s Wish, the leading childhood bereavement charity in the UK, supports bereaved children and families, helping them to rebuild their lives after the death of a loved one. This enables them to face the future with confidence and hope.
Johnson’s Baby have been in touch about their new #LifeIsReborn adverts on the telly. They want to know how your life changed when a new baby was born in the family. Jen arrived in 2008, 6 years after his brother. Although he was my second child, it felt like being a new Mum in many respects. I had to start all over again. • New brother/sister – D wanted to become a big brother. He had in fact asked for a sibling, something he soon denied saying after he met his new brother and suddenly realised he now had a 50% share of the parents he had previously “owned”. • New Auntie/Uncle – My sister Fi seemed happy about Jen arriving, it made little impact on her daily life though, as we do not live nearby. I’d imagine she might have been less enthusiastic if nappy changing, or babysitting were […]
Today my Father phoned me. That doesn’t sound too unusual, until you realise he’s not seen me for 4 years and I get 1 or 2 phonecalls a year. Well today was that phonecall. He sounded ill, like a muffled snotty cold. I ask about my youngest brother and sister, he says their mum left him and took the children – he’s no idea where. He says he needs to see me and my boys. He’s not well, I could hear this much, but it’s serious. He medically died earlier this year. Heart and lung issues. His heart totally stopped. Enffesicam and a pacemaker. He’s now struggling with mobility… My Dad has a wheelchair. Running that past again, heart failed, dead, revived, pacemaker, long term health issue, wheelchair, I knew NONE of this, and now Dad is casually mentioning wills mid phonecall and that he wants to say goodbye. He’s […]
Today Cancer Research UK are launching a video (below) to help the campaign for standardised packaging. That means removing the funky, bold, iconic and eye catching designs from fag packets because children respond to branding. I started smoking young, about 12 years old. I stuck to certain brands, pretty ones. So I do agree with this campaign, anything that makes children less likely to start smoking is a good thing. Why do I care about smoking cancers? I care because this killed my Grandad, Gramps, the man who was a dad to me. Killed by brightly coloured sticks of poison sold at the post office, the supermarket, even the sweet shop. I remember clearly my Gramps smoking, and telling me the dangers weren’t known when he started smoking as a young man. That he knew better now, but he was already a smoker for most of his life, why stop? […]
After reading Rachel’s blog post entitled Homelessness on the rise I really felt I should write my experiences. As a young adult I wasn’t in a good place, often I had no income, rent to pay, and no food in the cupboards. I would often go “scrumping” and take fruit from trees I could climb or knock fruit down from. Sometimes I would take the out of date stock from behind Sainsburys and Safeways. I was very skint and was threatened with eviction many times. So skint I accepted a job at £40 per week for 38 hours work. Unbelievably this was not where or when I became homeless. Instead of renting flats I had to rent rooms, be a lodger in the homes of others. Only eating my “free food allowance” at work some days, no breakfast or lunch. It’s not ideal, but it could be much worse hey? […]
For my friend… Thinking of you for tomorrow. X I hope these photos of my messy faced son make you smile.
I read something on T’internet tonight I had to share, Darren of OD3G blog has started an e-petition in response to more graphic images being on the front pages, making them hard to ignore, and lets be honest you can’t unsee the woolwich murders covered in blood once you’ve seen it can you? What’s the problem? Well children actually, I don’t want my child to see decapitated soldiers, or murders or the moment a pressure cooker bomb exploded or piles of bodies covered in cloth after flood/earthquakes. Nor does Darren, and he has a point. The Front Pages petition can be found here.
Firstly, I know it is only May but it is time to get thinking about Father’s Day. It will be upon us before we know it. The best plan, as with Mother’s day and Birthdays is to buy early and avoid having to buy a petrol station greetings card and a bunch of scruffy flowers. I often forget important days, which is where the calendar app in my Android is so helpful. This year I am informed it falls on Sunday 16th of June. So stick it in your diaries ladies and jellybeans. Here are a few ideas, in no particular order… A personalised Thanks Dad poster, it is unframed but Wilkos sell cheap frames. Thanks Dad!! Image from paperthemes.co.uk If Dad is a gamer-geek then a new controller might be right up his street. A Tardis coffee mug, “ohhh yes!” Tell him that “It can hold more coffee on […]
My boys are larking around on the Kinect as it’s pretty chilly to play outside. This is their new game, Joy Ride. They have to steer by leaning, and waving arms around. At least they are burning off the chocolate egg calories somehow. It’s funny to watch them though. Bruuuummm bruuummmmm!!!!
On Monday partner, the kids and I are off to Hendra near Newquay in Cornwall. It was a cheapish holiday via the Sun newspaper £9.50 holidays offer. Of course it wasn’t £9.50 a person, more like £20 each but that’s still pretty good. We are staying in a caravan, when we booked this we had no reason to suspect snow and high winds and flooding at this time of year. Now I rarely watch the news on the telly box, but today I did and I’m a bit shocked. What on earth is going on with the Cornish weather? Eek! For now though the holiday is still on, things could improve by Monday right? Pinkies crossed everyone. These kind of cheap holidays can’t be re booked or anything unfortunately. I’m still looking forwards to this, and even bought a new swimsuit. It’s a tankini really, but matches and appears to […]
Today has been one of those bad days, things getting on my nerves, some bad news and money worries. On the way to school this morning it was dry as I walked out of the front door but chucking it down by the time I’d got my cycle from the garage. I pedal fast with Jen but the rain was right in our faces, and so was the wind. Then it stopped once I got him inside the classroom! Typical eh?Then I came home and did some laundry. All seemed OK until I took the items out of the washer. Everything had brown powdery marks on them like someone had washed it in cocoa powder. I’ve no idea why this keeps happening every few washes recently. Then I tried to use the toaster, but it failed. Was plugged in and turned on, put the bread in and pushed button, nothing! […]