Eggs

What I love about having babies is that you can get more and more into celebrations as time goes on. Easter this year was a cracker (mixed metaphor unintended). I know that chocolate eggs and church and family are great ideas, but it gets ten times better when all four of us are stuffing our … Continue reading Eggs

The Twits in Spring

I am not eating refined sugar for a while. The reasons are mostly to do with the fact that we eat a lot of rubbish, and apparently I'm the sort of person who requires a total YOU MAY NOT EAT THIS EVER kind of ban in order to make anything stick. I have an intense … Continue reading The Twits in Spring

The genie in the sandpit: why I want my kids to read

‘What a gift to give, this chance to discover that you can love a book and the characters in it, you can become their friend and share their adventures in your own imagination. That open democratic space full of thrills, full of excitement and fear, full of astonishment, where your own emotions and ideas are … Continue reading The genie in the sandpit: why I want my kids to read

In which I am not a bronze god

At some point along the way, I've turned into a person who can leave the house having forgotten to brush her teeth. And not just once, often. If it makes you feel any better, I'm never any less disgusted when I remember. It doesn't make me feel much better, though. Today was an accidental dirty-teeth … Continue reading In which I am not a bronze god

Nine in, nine out

My second pregnancy felt like the longest nine months I have ever slogged through. I thought that the award for Slowest Time Movement Ever had already been won by my sixth form media studies class on a Monday afternoon, during which the hands of the clock gave up their lives and fell off the wall … Continue reading Nine in, nine out

After eight

At night the house is quiet. Our house is never quiet, except at night. Our beleaguered downstairs neighbour takes a deep breath, probably, and goes to light a cigarette, definitely: the smoke drifts up through our open window. I tend to sag once the boys are down. The relentless pressure of being everything to these … Continue reading After eight

Hatchet job

This is the story of a disaster. Do you ever get so stressed you do something really, really stupid? I do. Normally my version of stupid looks like five doughnuts and a chocolate biscuit. Today I took a pair of paper scissors to my fringe and chopped it till I felt better. Then, somewhat predictably, … Continue reading Hatchet job

The big mistake I made with potty training

WARNING: much talk of bodily waste. I would rather fall into a pile of cow manure than potty train a toddler. I don't know why I have such strong feelings about it. I daily do unspeakable things with sick and snot and exploding nappies, but none of it perturbs me like the potty. It's just … Continue reading The big mistake I made with potty training

A lovely Make a Long Story Short giveaway

I worried about a lot of things in the run-up to having children. Would I end up with my stomach hanging out around my knees? Would I ever get a good night's sleep again? Would I be able to use a snot-sucker* without gagging? *yes, these exist. And no, I can't. I was overwhelmed by … Continue reading A lovely Make a Long Story Short giveaway

The glory of womanhood; or, eighteen things men can’t understand even when they try

Very rigid gender stereotypes are not my thing. Men can paint their nails; they can have a deep and spiritual relationship with chocolate; they can cry over The Notebook. (Likewise, plenty of women don't do any of those.) I think 'men are from Mars' articles are generally lazy and annoying, and we should all just … Continue reading The glory of womanhood; or, eighteen things men can’t understand even when they try