The Big Man

It’s that time of year again. I tend to spend November intermittently grumpy to be honest. No, I’m not ready for Christmas. No, I dont want to listen to Christmas music yet. No, I havent wrapped any presents…I honestly haven’t bought any! I cant think that far ahead. I often get cards and wrapping paper in the January sales but that’s as far as it goes. My Dad’s birthday is the middle of December. When my sister and I were kids, nothing Christmassy happened in our house until two days after his birthday. Which meant […]

Our 2016

Mr Six and I were chatting last night…well around 1am, after we had seen in the New Year and finally got the girls into bed. Chatting about our 2016. We were reminding each other of the reality of how 2016 was for our little family; about all the great things that we have experienced or worked hard at over the year. He was listing the adventures and fun stuff we have done, while I was selecting adjectives such as ‘challenging’, ‘exhausting’, ‘adventurous’ and ‘full to emotional capacity’! We’ve seen and read lots of blog posts and media pieces about […]

Our summer holiday

We’ve just got back from a nine day holiday to Cardiff, which Mr Six and I reckon is the longest break we’ve had in one stretch since we had our first child eleven years ago! All things considered it was a good time away and everyone coped really well with the newness of it all – new place to stay for all of us, lots of eating out in different cafes and restaurants, new things to do and places to visit, different sleeping arrangements to home. Little Legs coped well whilst we were away – eating and […]

Together into the unknown

Fight, flight or freeze…our Little Legs is a proper feisty little monkey! Ever since she came home just over a year ago, Little Legs’ response to a threat, an unknown, a lack of sleep, an emotional experience, has been to fight. Now she isn’t a violent child at all. We get rumbling low level aggression, usually targetted at one of her big sisters, occasionally at me or Mr Six.  Mostly hitting, scratching, hair pulling, some biting. Her go to for expressing her fear is usually raging meltdowns. Screaming, spitting, crying, shouting. Bless her, she often rages […]