Christmas Cakery Bakery: the Hummingbird Bakery’s sweet and salty chocolate cake

Whoa, wait, hang on a minute. Christmas is in how many days? I haven't done a thing. Well, we have a Christmas tree, though it's getting more undressed by the day (saucy). And I have half a knitted garland for my living room. But no presents and no prep. I need to get a grip. … Continue reading Christmas Cakery Bakery: the Hummingbird Bakery’s sweet and salty chocolate cake

Boys in boxes

Before I had a baby I thought I was a girl's girl. Here are some things I do not like: climbing trees, wearing trainers, kicking balls, throwing or catching balls, having to hit balls with a bat and missing, pretty much anything to do with balls, let's leave it at that. And so when I … Continue reading Boys in boxes

A haiku about cravings

Oh beetroot, you rosy plum So vinegary I’ve eaten five today (weird?) other baby posts: 1. - 2. - 3. - 4. - 5. - 6. - 7. - 8. - 9. - 10.

Thank you for the music

To be sung to the tune of ‘Voulez-vous’, by Abba: DEJA-VUUUUUU AHA Retching in the shower! AHA Pot Noodles on the hour! AHA Face on bathroom floor, woohooooooooo! DEJA-VUUUUUU AHA Lime juice by the crate! AHA Henry thinks it’s great AHA That I can’t stop him eating shampooooooo! Or climbing onto our bay windowsill. Or … Continue reading Thank you for the music

Its name is Sprucey

Our Christmas tree experience this year got off to an inauspicious start. We all had colds. And we took forever to get going because we went to Sainsbury's first to get some wellingtons for Henry, and they didn't have any but they did have a lady giving away Lindt chocolate samples, so we hung around … Continue reading Its name is Sprucey

Bringing up Bebe, with no food on the floor

It's been a spotty week for blogging, I'm sorry. It's been a spotty week for most things except three-day-old pyjamas, nose-blowing, drug-taking, and charging through more work than you can shake a hanky at. It's been one of those long, sad weeks that exist to remind you how nice your normal life is, using a … Continue reading Bringing up Bebe, with no food on the floor

Yoghurt-flavoured sadness

I caught another fluey virus this weekend (why?!?), at about the same time as my first-trimester sickness arrived. I can’t work out how much of it is pregnancy (bed=melodramatic) and how much is lurgy (bed=encouraged). Either way, as a combination they are lethal, and infuriating. Yesterday I sat floppily on a sofa all day, trying … Continue reading Yoghurt-flavoured sadness


Yesterday, this happened. Scene: Jeffcoat living room. I am reading Henry’s animal noises book to him on the sofa. Me: MOOOOOOO, says the cow. Henry: MMMMMMMM. Me: And here’s the ducky. QUACK QUACK, says the duck. Henry: CAAAAAAK. Me: Yep, that’s right. And now – oh no, the lion! RAAAAAAAA- *retch. Retch. Retch* pause for … Continue reading Animals


Sometimes I look back and think 'golly, what was it like in the days when you ate dinner without publishing a sepia-toned photo of chicken to all of your 400 closest friends?' But mostly, I just love Instagram. If I were a bacon sandwich (if only), Instagram would be the ketchup. If I were a … Continue reading Instagrammatic

On turkey and taxes

'Tis the season to be thankful. In the US, at least. I've always rather hoped that we'd adopt this particular holiday one day. I know we don't have any pilgrims - not unless you count the Vikings or Normans, and they came in the wrong hats - but that doesn't seem to come into Thanksgiving … Continue reading On turkey and taxes