I love Richard Hammond. ChaosMan knows this and forgives me for it. Although I am not allowed anywhere near the set of Top Gear, which is probably for the best and would probably contravene the conditions of the restraining order. The boys have also somehow gathered that I love Richard Hammond. I have no idea how.
One day, after I'd finished swooning and clutching my heart at the little cutey on TV, after I'd gathered myself together and wiped the drool from my chin, BigMad asked me whether I loved his Dad or Richard Hammond more. I reassured him that his Dad firmly held the number one spot. He continued "So the two people you love best in the world, apart from your family, are Dad and Richard Hammond?" I replied no, and could I have three people to love best? The penny dropped quickly. "So the people you love the best are my Dad, me and my brother?" I said yes of course I did.
"So you love us more than you love Richard Hammond!!!" He asked wide eyed
"Absolutely"
His face was an absolute picture of pleased incredulity. He must think I'm obsessed or something.
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The Ups and Downs (mostly ups!) of sharing the lives of my partners two small boys.
Welcome!
This is not really a diary, and I'm not really a stepmonster. At least I don't think I am. At 31 I found love, with an old friend no less. I'd lost touch with him for years, and when we met again, ten years after waving goodbye to him after university and promising to keep in touch, the connection between us was undeniable.
Being involved in his life means being involved in the lives of his two children. I knew this when I fell in love with him, and rather than scaring me witless I took it on the chin. Ha ha. That's a complete lie. It scared me witless. Utterly. I'm not a mum. I've worked with lots of children, but responsible for two small hearts and minds, even on a part time basis? Scary scary stuff. I can honestly say there were points before I met the Mads that I wanted to run away very very very fast and never look back. Sometimes I still do.
The Boys
The two characters central to this blog are Smallmad and Bigmad, collectively known as The Mads. This is because they are both utterly bonkers.
Smallmad is four (nearly five as I'm sure he'd be quick to point out), interprets the world in his own unique but completely barking mad way, has a strong sense of justice, and enjoys tormenting his elder brother. He likes chocolate spread, grapes, eating ducks and other animals (more on that later), and head butting his dad in the vulnerables. Some of his jokes are so bad they make us whimper. He's an incredibly funny, smart, stubborn and loving little boy.
Bigmad is 8 and very bright. He's questioning the world around him and his role in it, particularly at the moment what's happened to his family and how we all fit together. He wants to be an inventor, a comedian and a poet. He's sparky, funny, loving, bullheaded, has a strong sense of justice and enjoys tormenting his younger brother. He likes Pokemon, his Nintendo DS, You've Been Framed, Bad puns, fart jokes, poetry, exploring, camping, and hearing us accidentally swear.
Through knowing the Mads I've become acquainted with the heady world of Pokemon, Gormety, Nintendo and child logic. Children's Trivial Pursuit, Scrabble, Captain Underpants, Horrid Henry and much more besides. We see The Mads every weekend, and will see them more during the holidays.
Our house during the week is quiet and mostly tidy, full of things we love, namely guitars and books. OK so we don't sit in silence nodding politely to each other over our respective newspapers and knitting. His arms are way too short to hold a broadsheet, and I'd end up strangled to death by my dropped stitches, but you get the picture.
Our house at the weekend transforms into a noisy madhouse of activity, blackcurrant squash, small plastic figures, shoes, mud, coats, battles of will, cuddles, tears and fun, and I hope you enjoy reading about it. I'm not going to mention any names of course, and personal details will be left out as they are not important. If you do know me, I'd appreciate you not identifying me, my partner or the boys, but all feedback is welcome.
I'll post regularly but not every day so join my followers and it'll tell you when the next installment is up!
Also, any advice or comments from mums, dads or stepmums, and dads is always welcome. I'm sailing in the dark, but I'm loving the Journey.
-Me xx
Being involved in his life means being involved in the lives of his two children. I knew this when I fell in love with him, and rather than scaring me witless I took it on the chin. Ha ha. That's a complete lie. It scared me witless. Utterly. I'm not a mum. I've worked with lots of children, but responsible for two small hearts and minds, even on a part time basis? Scary scary stuff. I can honestly say there were points before I met the Mads that I wanted to run away very very very fast and never look back. Sometimes I still do.
The Boys
The two characters central to this blog are Smallmad and Bigmad, collectively known as The Mads. This is because they are both utterly bonkers.
Smallmad is four (nearly five as I'm sure he'd be quick to point out), interprets the world in his own unique but completely barking mad way, has a strong sense of justice, and enjoys tormenting his elder brother. He likes chocolate spread, grapes, eating ducks and other animals (more on that later), and head butting his dad in the vulnerables. Some of his jokes are so bad they make us whimper. He's an incredibly funny, smart, stubborn and loving little boy.
Bigmad is 8 and very bright. He's questioning the world around him and his role in it, particularly at the moment what's happened to his family and how we all fit together. He wants to be an inventor, a comedian and a poet. He's sparky, funny, loving, bullheaded, has a strong sense of justice and enjoys tormenting his younger brother. He likes Pokemon, his Nintendo DS, You've Been Framed, Bad puns, fart jokes, poetry, exploring, camping, and hearing us accidentally swear.
Through knowing the Mads I've become acquainted with the heady world of Pokemon, Gormety, Nintendo and child logic. Children's Trivial Pursuit, Scrabble, Captain Underpants, Horrid Henry and much more besides. We see The Mads every weekend, and will see them more during the holidays.
Our house during the week is quiet and mostly tidy, full of things we love, namely guitars and books. OK so we don't sit in silence nodding politely to each other over our respective newspapers and knitting. His arms are way too short to hold a broadsheet, and I'd end up strangled to death by my dropped stitches, but you get the picture.
Our house at the weekend transforms into a noisy madhouse of activity, blackcurrant squash, small plastic figures, shoes, mud, coats, battles of will, cuddles, tears and fun, and I hope you enjoy reading about it. I'm not going to mention any names of course, and personal details will be left out as they are not important. If you do know me, I'd appreciate you not identifying me, my partner or the boys, but all feedback is welcome.
I'll post regularly but not every day so join my followers and it'll tell you when the next installment is up!
Also, any advice or comments from mums, dads or stepmums, and dads is always welcome. I'm sailing in the dark, but I'm loving the Journey.
-Me xx
Dedication
This blog is dedicated of course to Chaos man and his boys, but also to my family, especially my Mum and Step-dad, who both did a grand job in raising me. I hope I provided you with as much entertainment and love as the boys do me. Also my sister, who'd get stroppy if I didn't mention her. At risk of this sounding like a bad speech by a tearful starlet on awards day, I'd also like to thank all my readers and friends. Your encouragement means so much, as does your enjoyment of my writing. Thank you.
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