Parenting posts
Please do not read this if you are squeamish. I mean it. The clue is all there in the title but I do not want to be held responsible for making you a little bit sick in your mouth, and although I imagine most parents are somewhat hardened to these things by now, it doesn’t necessarily mean you want to […]
The dark side of parenting: Poo, wee, vom and snot Read More >>
I’ve noticed trend for elaborate gender reveals of late, and I have a confession: I can’t stand them. I’m not talking about the videos of people telling their kids about their new baby brother or sister; that’s quite cute, even if it involves a pink or blue cake (as long as the cake gets eaten, that’s fine. Do not get
Boy or girl? I don’t care: The elaborate gender reveal Read More >>
The big one is learning her aybeeseedees at preschool. We practice them a lot with an array of irritating books, repetitive toys and of course, that song. I’m not convinced she is getting much better, but I’m sure she’ll get there. She’s only three; I’m sure she could be reading Shakespeare and writing novellas if she were so inclined but
My A-Z of parenting small children Read More >>
One week today, and it will be here. Our special day to bask in the romanticism of motherhood; our day to be adored (and served) by those we expelled from our wombs in blaze of glory, our day to be recognised as the maternal Goddesses that we are. It is Mother’s Day. Mothering Sunday, if you prefer. It is our
The ultimate Mother’s Day gift guide: Stuff mums REALLY need Read More >>
Feeding the ducks is a brilliant, free activity* that all toddlers love. One of the small one’s first words, and still a firm favourite is QUACK. He’s a big fan of the ducks. I’m also a fan, because it gets them outside in the fresh air (it’s not quite ‘educational’ but bordering on it) and if you’re out of the
Duck tales and mum fails Read More >>
My big girl, because three seems so very big. You are just like I was when I was a child. Not only in looks; in some pictures it’s clear to see that with your blonde curly hair, you couldn’t possibly be anyone else’s but mine…. But also in attitude. God help us all. You are stubborn; you will only wear what
To my little girl on #InternationalWomensDay Read More >>
I love my toddlers, they’re remarkable. Watching them develop, learn and grow is one of the most fun parts of being a parent; on my list it’s my second favourite after bedtime. One day they’re a teeny tiny helpless baby, the next they are running away from you in the car park and giving you a tonne of sass when
The toddler of the future: Ten design flaws to smooth out Read More >>
Where would a parenting blog be without a nice gory birth story? Well, I don’t know, as I do tend to skip over that kind of stuff. It’s not that I am not interested in how random strangers birthed small people… Actually it is. Sorry. But don’t worry, this is not that kind of birth story. I was reading an
A birth story (and an administrative nightmare) Read More >>
How are you feeling? Throughout both of my pregnancies, I was asked this almost every day by somebody; on the train, at work, maybe in the queue at Boots while I was waiting for more Gaviscon. Right after ‘do you know what you’re having?’ (‘yes’ or ‘a baby’ being my go-tos) and ‘is this your first?’ (no) it would be
Pregnancy sucks, and it’s OK to admit it Read More >>
The small one is now the age the big one was when he was born. This means the big one is now twice the age she was, and the small one is, well, infinity percent older. It’s always very tempting to compare your children with each other in terms of their skills and achievements at certain ages, but it’s been
19.5 months: You probably shouldn’t compare your kids, but oh well Read More >>
