I don't really believe in baby brain. What I think is, pregnant women have a lot going on. With the growing and the sleeplessness and really momentous trapped wind (um, according to a Friend of Mine). It's nothing chemical: it's just easy to forget about things when you can't eat without swelling up like the … Continue reading Do I get a cape, at least?
I have a head full of art at the minute. I have two empty walls that need filling with a painting each, so I've been doing a lot of choosing favourites and narrowing down. And I rather desperately want to get back to the National Gallery, because I haven't been in forever. And I'm the … Continue reading Five paintings to make you feel better about life
Henry, Mummy is playing the piano now. Why don't you play with digger? No, it's Mummy's turn to play the piano. You can play in a while. What's digger doing? Shall we get a puzzle out for you? What does 'ack' mean? Ack? Ack? Oh, hat. You want to wear the Santa hat? Ok. Here … Continue reading I’m playing the piano at a wedding on Saturday. Do you think it’s going to go well?
Ah yes, the sleep training thing. I haven't mentioned this since our explosive beginning. Mostly because Henry, with exquisite timing, decided to start sleeping through again on the same day I delivered our apology gifts. Wish I'd kept the cookies. Neither of us can take any credit whatever for his sleeping patterns - he just … Continue reading The snooze button
Here is the absolute truth of it. Mothering little people is the most profoundly wearying, profoundly wonderful thing I've ever done. It is feeling like I could burst when my boy yells 'HEY MAMA' from another room, and feeling like I've been vomited on from a large height with the power of scream. Both, always … Continue reading The good, the bad and the bread market
This is a post about Twitter. Since all my blog stuff gets pushed to Twitter automatically, will posting a post about Twitter on Twitter actually make the universe implode? Whatevs: my throat glands are the size of horse dung and I can't feel my face. If this is the last thing you read, then at … Continue reading Here’s everything you need to know about today. In ten words.
I've been watching these flowers for a week, and I think I prefer them like this. Big and heavy-headed, tender hearts open to the sky. They look so much redder and more alive than the prim little closed-up things they were. Lived-in. Like they've bloomed as far as they can go, and revelled in it. … Continue reading On blooming
He's a handful and a half A noise and a half A long thin string and a half A happiness and a half A year and a half (today!) Oh, how we love you, little eighteen-monther. Keep on climbing.
Oh, my friends, here we are again. These days, cajoling food into Henry's mouth has just become part of our family landscape. When we were in London on Friday, he took an unexpected liking to the tiny bowl of pasta we'd ordered for him, and ate almost all of it. He hates pasta. He also … Continue reading Ten tips for winning over your fussy eater: toddler edition
Mr Jeffcoat works in London a lot these days. He sends me photos as he heads to his office in the morning, looking down the sunny Thames towards St Paul's Cathedral, and I promise I'm only a tiny bit jealous. In my head we have an alternative life in a tiny London flat: I spend … Continue reading Big city