Making the Best Choice for your Child with School Reviewer

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Finding a school is a daunting prospect, especially if where they’ll go is not a cut and dry decision. Maybe, like I do, you live in a city where there are a number of schools in close proximity. Maybe it’s more a case of considering all your options incase they don’t get in to your first choice. Perhaps you’re relocating and are keen to get an idea of the local schools before you commit to an area. Whatever the circumstances, choosing a school is one of the most important decisions we make as parents, and one that comes around faster than we ever imagine.

School Reviewer aims to take the stress out of picking the right school for your child. Simply by entering a location, you’re quickly able to glean information about schools you’re considering. Basic details, such as the number of children attending, Ofsted ratings, and whether the school is an academy, independent or community, are readily available. As is catchment information and academic results. Everything you could possibly want to know about your choice of school is there at your fingertips, easy to navigate, and with over twenty-five thousands schools listed, that makes School Reviewer a fantastic resource. 

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Extra Features of School Reviewer

What makes School Reviewer stand out further are its extra features. School uniform, for instance, can be expensive – especially if your school includes mandatory branding as part of their uniform. School Reviewer has introduced a buy and sell area for parents to list preloved uniform and other relevant items. There’s a forum for parents, which can help to ease another stress out of the beginning of school – the school playground! We’ve all been there. We all know the school playground is one of the cliquiest places there is. Having a place online to get to know other parents and find your tribe can only be a good thing. Additionally, School Reviewer offers video walk throughs on how to score that coveted 100% on exams such as Maths GCSE and SATs. 

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School Reviewer is not just an online resource for schools. These days more and more parents are employing private tutors to enhance their child’s education. Tapping into this market, the website is aiming to be the most trusted and comprehensive listings site for tutors and parents across the country, so parents can be sure they’ll be able to find the right tutor for their child’s needs.

For now, both my children are happy and settled in their primary school, and I’ve no reason to move them. But circumstances can change, people can move on, and who knows what schools will be like when it’s time to look at secondary education. I’m sure School Reviewer will prove to be a valuable resource for parents across the country. 





And Just Like That, Summer Was Over

First day back

Changes are afoot in this household. Some big changes, some not so big. The international move we had planned has very, very much been shelved. I’m disappointed about it; moving to Amsterdam would have been, frankly, brilliant. But I’m also relieved. Upping sticks to the Netherlands, as exciting and gutsy as it would have been, is not the solution to the dissatisfaction I’ve been feeling for a while, and I’ve learnt this year that everywhere you go, you do, in fact, always take the weather with you. 

And besides, I am not sure how well Ruby would have coped with it all, to be honest. 

So, whilst this summer was a bit mad. Exciting and dreamlike in parts, now it’s back to school and back to normality. Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe it’s time I took stock and accepted that this is how my life is. And this is where I live. And this is what I do. And that’s it’s infinitely better to make the best of it rather than sit and dream up ways to escape (who am I kidding? I’ll always want to dream up ways to escape). This morning the alarm was not switched off and I did not go back to sleep for an hour. School uniforms were (begrudgingly) put on. PE kits were shoved in bags. Breakfast was a hasty affair. Teeth were brushed. Elliot reluctantly let me drag a brush through his hair and we were out of the door by 8:30. Just as the first flight from Amsterdam roared low and directly over my house. 

Living on a flightpath with regular flights to the place you were gleefully planning to relocate to was once so exciting. Now it’s all a little bittersweet. But I’m not dwelling on that. I’m working on making my weather sunnier and brighter. 

As I said, changes are afoot. I’m not talking about it yet as I don’t know what’s going on and things are misty and unclear. And yes, I know that’s cryptic, but never mind. So for now, here’s the First Day Of Term photo. Ubiquitous to September when you’re a parent of a school aged child. 

First Day Back

I feel you, Elliot. 



On Wednesday night, the night of Ruby’s birthday, no less, Elliot decided that he was bored of all the attention she was getting, and swallowed a coin. 

It was 9:30pm.  I had just settled down to watch a bit of telly, and Ross had gone out for the evening with his friends.  There was a pad pad pad down the stairs, and the creek of the living room door being pushed open.  A cheeky little boy face peered around the door frame and I knew somewhere upstairs, there had been some mischief.

my child swallowed a coin

“Mummy,” he smiled, “I put a coin in my tummy”

A large sigh.  I asked him if he was telling the truth.  He nodded.  I asked him if he meant he put a coin in his nappy.  He shook his head, and told me again that it was in his tummy.  I asked him how it got there.  He put his finger in his mouth and gulped.  And then laughed.  A little too heartily. 

I rang 111. After all, my child swallowed a coin!

They asked me all sorts of questions about whether he was breathing, whether he was coughing, if there was vomit, and blood and if he had a temperature, and despite my assurances that he was fine and dandy and entirely too proud of his endeavours, they told me we ought to go to A&E incase it was stuck in his chest.  Ross came home, and off we went.  

Five hours, 10 stories, a viewing of Finding Nemo, 2 doctors, a radiologist and an x-ray later, we were home.  His chest was clear.  The coin, we were told, would have to pass on its own.  Delightful. 

Well, Thursday came and went and there was no coin to be seen (or heard… there was no way I was sifting through poo for any coin small enough to shit out.  I was going to be satisfied with a clink into the toilet).  I was wondering if in actual fact there had been a coin at all, and if our 10pm jaunt to A&E was little more than a massive waste of everyone’s time and resources.  

But then, yesterday morning, we were being lazy.  I languished around in my bed until well after 10, going downstairs only to make the children some breakfast and myself a coffee.  Elliot popped his head around the door at 10:30 and said he’d like to get dressed.  He can do it all himself (although often his trousers are the wrong way around and his t shirt is inside out, still, I am proud nonetheless – he’s only just three!) but he likes me to help him with his pull-up because he doesn’t really like to look at what might be in it, and that way I can give him once over with a wet wipe so he doesn’t stink of wee all day.  So I pulled it down, and there was the offending penny, with nothing more than a tiny skid mark to accompany it. 

You guys! Elliot farted out the penny.

He farted out the penny.  

Can we just take a moment to think about how funny that actually is? 

Never change, Elliot. 

Dear Elliot (Now You Are Three)


To my sweet, funny little boy.

This year has flown.  You were my cuddly toddler this time last year and now you’re my wriggly Big Boy (your words, you’ll always be my baby), who loves playing Angry Birds and gets a face on when it’s time to go to bed. 


This year we took you to France in the summer and on a cruise in the Autumn.  In France you zoomed everywhere on your scooter, got mysteriously burned on your arm (we think by a barbecue), scared us when you were adamant that “a lady did it”, and ate your body weight in cheese and pastries.  On the cruise you had a whale of a time in the kid’s club, marvelled at sea life at Valencia’s Oceanography centre, and fell asleep in your tapas in Barcelona. 




In September you started preschool, which you love.  Your key worker is Julie, and every sessions begins with a cuddle for her.  You don’t even look back when I leave.  I never really know what you get up to because all you tell me is that you play with the marble run, and pour your own milk at the snack table.  It doesn’t matter, as long as you come out with the occasional painting and a smile on your face, I am happy.


Your speech has come on in leaps and bounds.  You have funny words for things: “cubunger” for cucumber, is my favourite, and “loghurt” for yoghurt.  You can’t say the “tr” sound, and instead substitute with “f”… amusing when you say “truck”.  Your auntie Megan and I have occasionally asked you to say “mother trucker” and “truck off”.  I apologise for that, it’s terrible parenting.  Your Dad is horrified.  So is your Grandma. 

That said, I love our funny little conversations.  Lets keep having lots of them.  


Your favourite books for us to read to you are your Thomas the Tank Engine book, and The Smartest Giant in Town.  If you develop a love of literature akin to your sister, you’ll be a very well read boy indeed. 

Elliot, we love you so very much.  Your cheeky smile and the naughty glint in your eye ensure nothing is ever boring when you’re around, and we can’t wait to see what your fourth year has in store for you! 

Just stop pooing in your pants, yeah? 

Love, always,

Mummy x




Dear Ruby (Now You Are Five)

Happy birthday, tiny lady, today you are five years old. 

DSC_9730This has been one of the biggest years for you.  In September you started school.  We were lucky – you got into our first choice of school, and are in a class with your best friend.  You took to school like a duck to water, and you love to show me all your work and the things you do there when I’ve come in to your classroom.  You’ve gone from tightly gripping my hand as I walked you to your classroom door to skipping off into school with your friends, without even looking back in the space of just a few short months.  You should know that I always always stand and wait until you have gone inside before I walk home, and you’re always so proud to tell me when you’ve gone on the sunshine board for good behaviour and smart choices, or when you’ve gone up a reading level.  Your handwriting has come on in leaps and bounds as well, and I am always finding sweet little handwritten notes and drawings you’ve done around the house.  

I know you think I chuck them out, but I actually put them on a shelf, safe away from your brother’s sticky little fingers. 

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