Silent Sunday…
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Now I’ve written that heading, now all I can hear is the theme tune from Monk that me and the Mister used to watch eating Saturday lunch way back before we had the boys. Ahhh, lunchtimes when my bottom remained seated for more than three minutes… Anyway, this weekend we bit the bullet and decided…
…was perfect. It was cinnamon sweet, warm and toasty, bursting with freshly grated nutmeg…and sprinkled in teeny tiny candy canes. Every smell, taste, touch, sight or sound said, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” in large, bold (red) letters. There was no mistaking the season in the Jones household; Baby Dragon’s introduction to “festive” could only have been made…
Mental Arithmetic. I can still remember the way I felt when I was at school and Friday rolled around, just so I could see how I’d score that week. I haven’t always been brilliant at it, but I guess I’ve always loved maths. When Gav and I met, we spent hours watching Numbers on TV…
It’s no secret to my husband’s bank manager that I love the farmers’ markets. I’m in my element there ~ it’s a picture perfect ideal of country life for me and the biggest breath of fresh air that I can take when it comes to shopping. They rank right up there alongside the PYO farm…
As I usually find myself ranting grumbling about how difficult it is to find cute boys’ clothes, this very short post is a celebration of the fact I finally managed to find outfits that were unique AND sweet for Easter. Step into the boys’ closet with me… Ta da!!!! From AntsyPants on Etsy, I love…
Oooops. This photo makes me laugh every time I see it. Christmas dinner 2014, the very first one I’ve cooked by myself, and he dumped salt accidentally over the things he picked. Poor Lyoto. Just look at the shame on that face. Aww.