Mums in Cyprus

Living in Cyprus has always had a lot of advantages, and since roughly a year the list of pros has grown to include a relatively good (and more or less reliable) public transport system. Trouble is, I never use it. Always pressed

Our little MiC Meet-a-Mum Coffee Morning last Wednesday went really well, it was such a pleasure to meet some new faces and see some familiar ones again. Thank you all for coming!

For those of you who could not make it: you missed 9 great mums (if I may

Limassol has changed its look. Ever since the Cyprus football championship was won last Saturday night by AEL, the city centre area around the Makarios/Ag Nicholas roundabout as well as the

Younger children's birthday parties are always such a grand affair here in Cyprus, aren't they? You 'have to' invite your child's entire class, and these classmates will bring their siblings, mums and if it is the weekend, maybe

Depending on how long you have been a loyal reader of the 'Diary of a Cyprus Mum' you may recall the time when the government converted  an empty plot into a very nice little green area/park in our very own

Now that our boys have mastered the art of staying afloat in a swimming pool (I wouldn't quite call it proper unaided swimming yet) we were on the lookout for a second regular sporty afternoon activity

I don't mean the ones you acquire to save someone else's life, I mean the ones you acquire to save your own. Like swimming.

Our boys started taking lessons ever since they were very little

Who said cats don't like water? Our Jerry has recently developed a bizarre obsession for water in all its forms even though she has been in our family for a little over a year now and never showed any signs of that before.

Ever since it started snowing up in Troodos mountains months ago we had promised our boys that we would drive up one day. Building a snowman, having a snowball fight and and spending some time closer

Does that sound familiar at all? Those of you with younger children know this only too well, those of you whose kids are now a bit older may remember this only too well: The I-can-do-it-alone-stage. Our 3 ½ year old is