When Weston-super-Mum, Gin, organised a picnic in Ashcombe Park at the beginning of March, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one thinking, “Bbrrr!” An announcement for the event went up on our Community wall, regardless, and parents started to reply that
Hello, I’m Karen, and I’m one of the other super mums Rebecca was telling you about. I thought I would tell you a little bit about myself in this, my first post of the new look Weston-super-Mums blog.
In 2008, my man and me decided we needed a change.
A couple of weeks ago, a new online Community Called Weston-super-Mum was set up. Weston-super-Mum is a social networking site where all parents and carers of children can exchange information, find out what going on for families locally, meet other parents
There are two things that come to mind when you say the words “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang;” one is that mean old Child Catcher and the other is an extremely clever and pretty flying car. Before the curtain has even gone up at The Bristol Hippodrome,
The sky is crystal clear on this icy January afternoon. My Girl and I are in our comfy, stay-at-home gear but something tells me that this is one not to miss. I look at the clock on the oven: 3:42 pm. We can do this.
“Lestie,
Forgive me if, mid-post, I burst into song or scream uncontrollably that there’s someone behind you. It’s just that Panto Season has fully taken hold of our household these past couple of days. More to the point, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves has entered
Yes, you did read right. You see, finally, the rain stopped: I would dance about it but that might be interpreted as a prompt for more. Instead, I pick My Girl up from Funny Bunnies, armed with fruit, drink and a woolly hat. The lack
Looking out of our living room window, the first thing I notice is an immense splattering of raindrops on the pane and, beyond them, trees half-stripped of leaves blowing furiously in the high wind, chimneys below spewing out emissions from real fires
After a year of pretending that I didn’t know where it was, I take the buggy. As my brother said, the kids will get tired and there’s only so much our shoulders can take. The Carnival begins an hour after My Girl’s usual bedtime and finishes in
It had to happen sooner or later, didn’t it? This week the rains came so on went the raincoats and the wellies and up went the umbrellas. This week winter whispered and out came the gloves.
Three-year-olds adore this weather because
It’s half term, the time when many of the toddler groups in this town close - just when we need them. So, on Monday, we headed back up to the woods, where we’ve been spending more time than ever: in fact, My Girl and I can be found up there almost every
“There’s a doggie,” she gasps and clutches my hand. “Let’s hide here.” She points to a low-hanging tree that I’ll barely fit under.
“It’s OK,” I reassure her. “We don’t need to hide.”
“The doggie won’t lick me, will he?”
“No, he
“Shall we go to the sweet shop and get some sweets?” I ask well before lunchtime on Saturday morning and, naturally, the answer is affirmative. My Girl will have to earn her treats though; it’s quite a trek through Weston Woods.
“Look, Lestie!
It’s taking longer to get to Ashcombe Park than it should because My Girl insists on dragging her purple-clad feet through the crinkled, fallen leaves along Upper Bristol Road: I’m careful not to rush her, mindful that although she did this last September
There promised to be plenty to do in Weston this weekend – it was the launch of the Weston Arts Festival and, as part of the celebrations, various art installations were being displayed all over town. I had meant to tick off a fair few of them and