Chickens in a box

An epiphany in Camp Hopsons. I found myself in the shoe department, clutching a pair of beautiful yellow, high, strappy wedges. How I got there, I have no idea. And it hit me - there was no way on Earth I could afford these beautiful shoes. I am officially tired of having no money. The problem is I've committed career suicide and had children. The teaching thing is ticking along, but it's not something I can give enough time to until both boys are at school. Freelancing is the way forward. I'm hoping something will come up soon....in the meantime it's a question of gritting my teeth and scraping by.

A quiet Easter, the highlight of which was an egg hunt I put together. Appalling at drawing, I took pictures of James' smallest rabbit in a variety of locations (Eddie having helpfully pointed out that writing out the clues wouldn't work given that our children are unable to read....and in JimBob's case, talk...) and the boys had to find him. They loved it! Now the 'Easter Bunny' is sharing Rabbit's top spot in William's bed and even got a trip to Little Sods into the bargain.

It's a very special day, because today William swam for the first time ever - no floating jacket/armbands, nothing. Incredible! Especially when you think that only a few weeks ago he wouldn't even get his hair wet, let alone jump in. Pembrokeshire was a definite turning point because the pool there was fantastic and we swam every morning until Will was happy putting his head under the water and taking his floats off in the shallow end. Since then, we've carried on going to Cannons every week and then this morning William just decided he didn't want to wear his jacket anymore, took it off, jumped in and swam to the steps. I couldn't believe my eyes! Even better, the Greens had come too and so were there to share a really special, unique moment. How proud am I?! Words fail me.