Apparently, I'm Not a Real Mom According To This Hunger Games Star

I'm usually pretty laid back about being the mom of an only child - after all it is my choice - and usually I don't rise to people's comments about how I do want another child really or that I should give my son a sibling. But, when this post from The Stir blog popped up on my Google Reader today something touched a nerve.

Three Becomes Five

A couple of months ago, my Mum came to stay with us, expanding our little family unit to four for a few weeks.

This month it is the turn of my in-laws and on Tuesday three will become five. 

Five Things I Love About My Son

Often when I sit down to write this blog (my new year’s resolution by the way is to post more often), the ideas that spring to mind are funny, but after the recent events in America, I thought something softer would be more appropriate.

Three Becomes Four

The three of us has become four of us this week with a visit from Monkey's Granny. Granny lives overseas so we only see her once or twice a year and she is here for five weeks.

It is always funny introducing new people into our family dynamic, although we are lucky that Granny is pretty laid back. Monkey is very excited to have someone new around to play with, especially someone who has no real demands on their time and so has plenty of time for fun and games.

My Favourite Time of Day

Monkey's bedtime is my favourite time of day. Not because it means he is going to bed and I get some peace and quiet - although on some days that is actually the reason - but because it reminds me of what a little family unit we are.