Mama on the rock @mamaondrock

One of my favourite poems is by William Henry Davies, l eisure. I am not one for poetry, but I remember studying this when at school and it really remained with me.   What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. I was thinking the other day, that it is so true, what is this life if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare. No time to   think and reflect on our day, lives and loved ones.   No time to show appreciation. No time to enjoy the small things in life. We real

The tantrum stage Two year olds are just so adorable. You can see how much they learn on a daily basis. How they look at the world with excitement and adventure in their eyes. How playtime is filled with imagination.   Where a sofa becomes a mountain that they are climbing slowly. Bath time becomes a full fledged adventure, where all the paw patrols have to join in to save one of the minions from falling into the rough seas. Where a simple game of tag becomes a life saving situation, where we need to call Fireman Sam to find mummy. Two year olds are just so innocent and sometimes you just want a little bit of their excitement and adventure goggles. However ,with all the cuteness surrounding them, their little temper becomes a somewhat intriguing and blood raising experience. We all have that one friend who is a hoot but given a little too much booze they become loud, argumentative, demanding, emotional, stammer and stumble . Having a two year old is like going out