January: Mamó flys over from Ireland to take care of two little boys on their summer holidays February: It never ever gets easier saying goodbye xx March: The little one turns 5 and the red haired Easter Bunny walks him to school April: Our first Family Holiday 3 weeks in Bali H.E.A.V.E.N May :... Continue Reading →
Then we have the men. We need them to be our best friends. We try and connect to them the way we do our best female friend. But the men, they were not allowed to cry.
Most of the arguments Daddy Kangaroo and I have, are over him not stopping to smell the roses.I continually have to remind him that he must be grateful for what he has.That he should not waste his life away wishing he could be somewhere else.It's like my drive to work in the mornings. It is... Continue Reading →