Mottisfont meets the twos

Look, I don't know how I forgot about it. Is it like childbirth, having a two-year-old? You only remember the bits that make you want to have another one? Ted is now doing what he did for me once before, when the contractions started. Bringing it aaaaaaall back. In technicolour. And in both scenarios there's … Continue reading Mottisfont meets the twos

Things I want to remember about mornings

I found this post (and this one) this morning, and they both seem like someone else's life, as usual. Time for another installment.  Dear self, Here are some things you should never forget (even when your eye bags are capacious enough to keep things in): that the whole street knows when Son 2 has woken … Continue reading Things I want to remember about mornings

September. July.

September. July. Note the worn-through shoes, the yoghurt-stained jumper, the trousers that barely fit, and the general sense of a boy who has grown in every direction, more than I can fathom. Yesterday H had his new school visit, and today he went back for a final week at nursery. I came home and had … Continue reading September. July.

How to make a birthday balloon wall

Or, what to do when you love decorating for birthdays but don't have a crafty bone in your sad little body, and also your budget is small-to-non-existent. Balloon walls tick ALL YOUR BOXES, BABY. Bring it on. Start with balloons. Obviously. I got five packs of ten from Hobbycraft, at £1 each. And they were … Continue reading How to make a birthday balloon wall

The strawberry fields are a-calling

We're ten days off the beginning of the summer holidays, and I dunno how H feels, but I am raring to go. I get to be in charge of summer these days, and I'm all gleeful about it. I feel like revelling in every day this summer especially, since it's the final hurrah before H … Continue reading The strawberry fields are a-calling

Angry mummy: hills to die on

This is the second post I've written about trying not to be a short-fuse parent. The first one is here. Let's face it, there will probably be more.  We will be glad about the two-year age gap between our boys when they're older and the best of friends. This is what I weep into my … Continue reading Angry mummy: hills to die on

How a bear does birthdays

Ok, ok, just one more about T's birthday, and then we're done. PHOTO AVALANCHE AHOY, CAP'N. So help me, I cannot narrow them down more than this. (There's something about having a birthday midweek and then a birthday tea at the weekend that seems to make it last f o r e v e r. … Continue reading How a bear does birthdays

Speak up for your bad days: they’re important too

I had every intention of sitting down tonight and writing about T's birthday. We had a grand day. I've got lots of very pretty-looking pictures. But whenever I write something especially appreciative about my children on this blog, the universe intervenes to make sure they're little horrors the day after. And so they have been. … Continue reading Speak up for your bad days: they’re important too

A letter for two

Teddy, Today is your birthday, and you are two. Your day is supposed to be over, actually, but you haven't yet given up the good fight: I can still hear you bouncing and yelling in your room. Most of the street can. You have two volumes: the cracked little fake-sorrowful voice you put on for … Continue reading A letter for two