First Festival as a Disabled Family
We came, we saw, we learnt, we had fun. As we said when we brought Chops to WOMAD aged 11 months, it’s too young to be part of anything but the experience is great for them. Something I hadn’t really… Read more ›
We came, we saw, we learnt, we had fun. As we said when we brought Chops to WOMAD aged 11 months, it’s too young to be part of anything but the experience is great for them. Something I hadn’t really… Read more ›
Brave? Think so. In fact, I feel incredibly proud of us as we drive along the M4 towards Malmesbury, home of WOMAD. W isn’t best pleased and she’s almost certainly a bit hungry because she has less milk before getting… Read more ›
Since Willow got her Jenx Bee chair a fortnight ago, I’ve been battling with a feeling I can only compare to guilt, though not guilt. I want W to have the best chance possible at independence, I want to raise… Read more ›
What a week. I’m putting the aggressive emotions down to the supermoon as all the other kiddies seem to be suffering simular, so hopefully it’s all up from here. It may well be coincidental and a load of crap but… Read more ›
A little poem just came into my head about having a baby who isn’t born healthy. When a baby is born, it’s a celebration; Time for smiling, crying, full of elation. But when baby’s born poorly, things go unsaid; People… Read more ›
It was a toe dipped in the water really, W is only 9 months old but we were out of our comfort zone for the first time and at times felt like we were on show. I know it’s only… Read more ›
We were supposed to be travelling to the North East this week for a good friend’s wedding, the plan was to split the journey into three or more chunks of driving, staying overnight at my sister’s on the way up… Read more ›
Those are the words you want to hear at a clinical checkup! W is 8 months old, now gaining weight well and most importantly giving us the occasional beautiful whisper of a smile, she smiled for her paediatrician who was… Read more ›
I’ve always wanted chickens, I don’t remember not wanting chickens. Once Chops was born it became even more important, growing up with chickens would be an altogether different education that I wanted for him. Yesterday, we picked up our first… Read more ›
I got leftover chicken, a courgette and a tomato out for lunch, then Chops declared he wanted cake for lunch! Ok, son, cake it is. Here’s my chicken, courgette and lentil cake! Ingredients: 200g butter 100g Puy lentils, cooked Leftover… Read more ›