Hello there poppets! / L Plate Mama

As the joke goes, how can you tell if someone is a vegan? Don't worry, they will tell you. Hello I'm a vegan. But my children and husband are not.  In my head there are four basic types of people in the world (go with me on this one) 1) people who think this is perfectly reasonable and a good compromise 2) people who hate vegans 3) vegans that think I'm a terrible person, allowing my children to take part in awful animal cruelty 4) people who do not give a rats either way. Most days I sit in category 1.  The first year of your child's life puts immense pressure on your relationship with your significant other. When that relationship has been built on a solid foundation of a mutual love of cheese, going vegan in the midst of the sleep deprivation and sensory overload is not the recipe for happiness. I went vegan when Moo was 6 months. My SO didn't cook a meal for a year. A YEAR. He thought I was judging him, and you know what, maybe I was. Wou...

I've been here 10 years.  Here in the land of green and gold. Yesterday my brother finished up his trip here.  One month of coffee and food adventures and tickles and cuddles. Moo woke up this morning and asked "why has uncledan gone home?" Any answer given was responded to with  "but why?" My brother has been here twice.  It's a long long way and it's expensive to journey all the way over here from over there. Now he's winging his way back to London and there a sadness in my bones.  I don't know when I'll see him again. My boys call my brothers uncle, they have five lovely uncles and aunts here . But their custom doesn't include being called aunt or uncle, which I completely get. But I want my boys to know my brothers are someone special in their lives.  Fierce. Loyal. Fun. I don't know when I'll see him again.  And as the tiny splinters of my heart regroup  my kids keep going. "But why?"