My monthly round up of the books that I've read for mutteringmummy's blog is a bit thin on the ground for April. I went on holiday and had three books uploaded on my Kindle, but I only managed to read one of them. Prior to that, I finished a book I had been taking...
My husband and I really wanted to go to New York for his fortieth Birthday last year and we were originally planning to go on our own. But then we had a change of heart. Our kids are aged ten, seven and five now. They can walk unaided, are fully toilet trained and...
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This is a picture of my five year old son sat on some steps in Grand Central Station, New York, munching on a gluten free, dairy free chocolate doughnut. It was categorically one of the highlights of his trip (just pipped to the post by going to Toys R Us!)....
I don't think about my dad in the negative sense so much anymore. He died eleven years ago, so I have reached the stage where I can recall the good times and smile and joke about some of the funny things he used to get up to (which are plentiful). The only time I...
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I wrote this whilst on a flight to New York. I wanted to capture my thoughts and feelings as I was experiencing them, so as to ensure I didn't forget the emotions that I felt at the time. I'm on a plane, travelling to New York with my family. My five year old son has...
My name is Clio and I am 11 years old. I wish I could say that I am named after an Egyptian Queen, but no, I’m actually named after a car. It’s apparently significant to my mum and dad but I really don’t want to know why. When I was about 8 my mum started acting all...
Every Thursday my son and I pick up my eldest daughter from Cross Country club, then my other daughter and her friend from dance class. The route home takes us past MacDonald's and every week the conversation is the same: 'MacDonald's!' one of them will exclaim (as if...
Dear mum, I just want you to know how much I love you, even if I don’t always show it. I know you try to pretend that everything’s alright when it’s not really. But that’s ok. I like it with just you and me and George. We don’t need dad. I like looking after you,...