I'm not the greatest sleeper, I never have been really and in the words of my mother my, "energy has always been boundless". My kids seemed to have taken after me (which is good and bad).
The words you've always wanted to hear, oh and the actions too-eating rice crispies off the playroom floor from plastic bowls. I've never been so proud.
My clever, sometimes crazy twosome playing dog. Inevitably I had to take a picture of it, if only to bribe them in their teenage years.
So those reading my blog last week will know, it was a pretty rubbish time for myself and Alexander. A lot of tears were shed (by us both).
The nursery induction was hard going, which is inevitable but it was worse than expected, Alexander was beside himself and despite another session with me, he just wasn't settling, my toddler wasn't ready.
So this morning we took the cute pictures of my toddler Alexander, just 2, in his nursery uniform, the same nursery that his older brother Oliver attended (and pre-school) and loved dearly- and we all smiled sweetly as my nerves were building...another day, another huge milestone for us all (after Oliver started school only last week)!
Oliver started school just under a week ago so I thought I'd share what that's actually meant for us both, the reality of my 4 year old beginning the biggest chapter of his little life. I'd love to hear your experiences in the comments...
Here's what to expect when your kids starts school...
For those following my blog, you'll know this summer has been all about indulgence for this family, with myself and the kids eating a lot more sugar than normal.
It's what we'd been gearing up for all summer...trial days at the end of last term were enjoyed (mostly making play dough cookies and playing in the sand pit), teachers had visited us at home (manic hoovering followed by a friendly chat with us both) and then finally, FINALLY Oliver was embarking on the biggest milestone of his little life yesterday-starting school!
This family loves to party and those who follow this blog knows we have a lot of get-togethers-great Greek or Italian food (usually supplied by the family's restaurants), the funniest and funnest company you can imagine (we literally laugh the whole time), music (always) and most of all (and soppiest) there's always so much bloody love in the room.
My hair was poker straight until I hit 13 and my hormones went, well a bit well hormonal and turned my sleek locks curly!
The exact same thing happened to my Mum so it must be hereditary so in all honesty, I don't really know if I'm naturally straight or curly.
I suppose I'm naturally curly now but there are days my hair is straighter producing waves rather than curls...an enigma!
Anyway, I often get asked how I achieve my curls and when I'm not getting my all time favourite blow dry (I call it the Hollywood wave), I have a series of go-to hero hair products to keep frizz at bay and curls enhanced and pretty at home!
I always thought my voice was OK, that is pre-husband and procreating kids who are not so flattering. Granted, I'd never get through the first round of XFactor but I think I sound pretty awesome singing along to Beyonce in the car most days...
Some days I feel like I have a little Buddha in the making on my hands, a four year old son (4 and a 1/2 to be precise) seemingly wise beyond his years offering me kernels of wisdom only innocent children who so often so clearly see life as it is, can.
