‘GREENS WAR ON BARBIE’ the headline roared. It was the perfect front-page story in the lead-up to toy consumerism on steroids – also known as Christmas.
Libby wrote her Santa letter today. There was no time for small talk. No ‘how’s life in the North Pole treating you?’, ‘did Rudolph like the spinach we left out last year? Sorry we didn’t have any carrots.’ She cut straight to the chase. The list of ‘wants.’
My son is a whirlwind. Always has been. He rolled across the floor at nine weeks old. He crawled, walked, ran and climbed in his first year.
I bought a Lammily! I bought a Lammily!
This. This, this, this:
There’s a lot not to like about the girls’ and boys’ toy sections in stores across the globe.
Here’s a bad parenting confession: I couldn’t wait for Lib to watch television.
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