I have often talked over the years about how parenting surprises me, how it is never really what you expect or what you thought it would be when you were a sour teen judging your own parents. Now, more than…
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One thing I’ve always admired about my husband is that he has this uncanny ability to play with the kids for hours on end without displaying an ounce of boredom, disinterest or desperation to run for the coffee filled hills.…
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I’ve often had those moment where I reflect on the early months of Edith’s life, remembering a lot of things, from the tiny fingers that held my heart to endless hours spent walking up and down the living room at…
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To say I never saw my future as one involved in blogging is a bit of an understatement. When I thought of blogging when I was younger, my thoughts would travel to the Zoella types – young, female, pretty and…
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I’m what some would call a “planner”. Other, perhaps more accurate people would refer to this trait as “control freak” but we’ll maintain “planner” in Camp Harriet at the moment. Thanks to these tendancies, and an uncanny ability to over…
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