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To My Son And Daughter. For when they become teenagers who know everything. Because we show our true colors- our beliefs, our prejudices, our weaknesses, our hopes – by the choices we make in raising our rockstars. “Mummy” is an honor that ranks higher than Derivatives Structuring Head, Big Fat Investment Bank. Higher than CEO, Biggest Conglomerate Ever. ‘Cause a long time ago, even they had Mummies.
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Monthly Archives: October 2010
So We Survive…
(This is Rockstar just before Dress Up Day in School and then the party… I desperately wanted him to nap because no way he survives the party without at least a short sleep. First, he couldn’t sleep because he was … Continue reading
I love you, you Rockstar
I love you, you Rockstar And I’m going to be looking at this picture of you taken yesterday, whenever I get stressed or mad at you. You were jumping up and down and taking the pictures off the walls in … Continue reading
Pret-A-Manger Before Rockstar’s Halloween Party
So it’s the eve of Rockstar’s first Halloween party and my first shot as mum-who-gets-involved-in-her-child’s-school. I’m not sure the hat fits, I might be mum-hiding-with-tail-between-her-legs in another 28 hours when the party’s over, but I committed to it so… (If … Continue reading
