What Would The Keswick Blogger Do? Ya, Probably Jail Time.
Things happen everyday and we often kick ourselves for how we react to them. We think of the perfect retort hours later while stewing over a much earlier altercation with…
The June Cleaver of Keswick. Only fatter. And funnier, with more kids and fewer aprons.
Things happen everyday and we often kick ourselves for how we react to them. We think of the perfect retort hours later while stewing over a much earlier altercation with…
These are the words of my three-year-old. When he does anything that is funny or sweet or sometimes really, really weird he says “and that makes your life happy, Mummy.”…
So, this post will be fairly devoid of photos, because as much as I curse and use questionable language I am not ready to go down the homemade, amateur porn…
…Tired. I’m still fighting this flu and right now, it feels like I’m on the losing end. Neither Mr. KB or I are sleeping very well right now and that’s…
One of my smalls, who I call Donut, is also known as Deacon. He is five years-old and is beautiful, inside and out. He was the happiest baby I ever…
From the time I was very, very young I fancied myself a writer. I read very well, far too young and was reading teen romances (thank you, Judy Blume’s ‘Forever’…
It’s smile inducing and worrisome at the same time. I mean, such drastic changes in our weather can’t be a good thing, can it? What have we (as a race)…
…Hungry. I made dinner for the smalls and Mr. KB but didn’t stop to eat anything yet. I really should stop doing that. …Cold. I made the mistake of sitting…
18 years ago today, I was in Scarborough Centenary Hospital, with my mum, godmother and grandmother. I was 21 and in labour. I wanted and needed a baby, this baby,…
My sunshine. That is what I have called Donut (5) since he was a small baby. He was the happiest baby I had ever seen. Big smiles, easy-going, and sweet,…