Just before Christmas we were sent the cutest pair of water resistant gloves from kids travel brand, Snowballs and Sandcastles. Getting gloves on T-Rex usually goes something like this: erratic kicking (in my face) squirming and rolling to rival a WWWF champion, at which point I retreat defeated and we go to the park with a gloveless T-Rex. The green dragon allure of these gloves, however, serve as a great distraction
A couple of years ago when I was pregnant with T-Rex, I bought a gold dress (above) from Peckham Rye Indoor Market…I know classy huh? This last minute purchase was an attempt to look vaguely decent at a wedding whilst also being a swollen butterball at nine months pregnant. Well, people were probably being kind but I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction to my £20 gold dress – it was a hit.
This time last year we were getting ourselves ready for an Aussie Christmas down under. If you have never celebrated Christmas in the sun, it can be a bit of a weird one…but in a good way. In Australia, Christmas day is all about seafood platters or BBQs on the beach followed by a festive swim in the pool or the sea. One of the most amazing pools (I think)
There is something about kids in a duffle coat don’t you think? Especially boys – the look seems synonymous with scallywag children getting up to no good, definitely a fitting look for T-Rex. This winter, I have a bigger, taller T-Rex who is harder to fit in a pram with his bulky puffer coat of last year and so the wool duffle is appearing to be a winner on
I just thought I’d do a little post on this as a few people were asking how it was. It was obviously amazing…but there were peaks and troughs of feelings throughout and an annoying inability to completely relax. For those who don’t know, Ross and I have just come back from two child free weeks in Bali – sorry to keep barking on about it I don’t mean to rub
