The spring has sprung in London.
Today on Lady Thatchers funeral day and Oscars 7th birthday.
the wind brought sweet smells of blossoms when I walked through our local park to school.
Happy birthday my beautiful boy, who was my first baby and always will remain special to me (and so are you other 2 if you happen to read this in some distant future...)
I'm eating Swedish chocolate that we received from my parents, eating until I feel my fillings coming out.
There is one thing I'm scared of and its tooth decay, a fear from childhood left by my mums constant nagging.
The one thing I'm proud I have instilled in my children is regular tooth brushing, every night before bedtime, its in the spine, like not throwing the sweet wrappers on the floor, it has to be taught from early on then it will never be questioned and always come natural. Now I wonder if I should have drummed in other behaviours as well. It worked so well, its a shame I limited it to teeth brushing, but by now its to late for my 7 year old he is already too old to listen to mum.
Sorry for rambling on...
