Carly of Mummy’s Shoes is running a Meet and Greet again for Cybermummy. So here’s mine. Apologies to those of you not going and/or not interested. Name: Tasha Goddard (I have no middle name – people tend not to believe me, but I have a birth certificate and can prove …
It’s National Vegetarian Week this week and I’m guest-posting over at Plus 2.4, so please go and read about how we deal with having a family with one vegetarian, one omnivore and two haven’t-yet-decided children. There are some handy tips about adapting recipes to cater for the different tastes and …
I saw you this morning. I was walking home after taking Rosemary to school and handing Eleanor over to Mama. It was a lovely spring day and, though cold, I was feeling good and ready to face the world – or at least the computer. Then I glanced up toward …
Somehow, without planning it that way, we had ended up with me looking after the girls all day Saturday on most weekends. Chris takes Rosemary swimming on a Sunday and I look after Eleanor while they’re out (though she often sleeps most of that time) and then I look after …
Living room > Book corner Yes, this is getting ridiculous, sorry, however, the toy storage items from Vertbaudet won’t be here for a couple of weeks, so I’ve done the other corner of the room and this post will be all about that – the book corner*. I had booked …
It struck me recently how Rosemary and Eleanor both experience extremes of emotion – in different, though sometimes similar, ways. Recently, Eleanor has become very affectionate (and she was pretty affectionate to start with). She is giving constant cuddles (and back pats) and we’re fairly sure she’s been saying ‘I …
Here are some things I’ve noticed, thought about, wondered at this week and haven’t had time, inclination, ability to blog about: My new phone (HTC HD7) doesn’t fit inside my bra. This means I don’t use it as much because I can’t carry it everywhere with me. It’s still lovely, …
It’s my birthday today (yes, I may mention it a few times, no excuses) and I will always be a teensy bit sad that tomorrow isn’t my birthday. Because then I’d be a witch. I have always been convinced of this, though don’t think I have anything to base this …
