Wild things

Welcome to the danger zone, where your kids are old enough to remember what you're doing. I always feel like we get a bit of a free pass for the first couple of years - it's not actually a free pass, of course, but as you cry through their injections and fail to lovingly home-make … Continue reading Wild things

Miss Havisham Mondays

*extreme Long Lost Enemy Returns In Dickens Novel voice* well well well, if it ain't our old Monday, come back to 'aunt us! This was taken yesterday, on a Sunday that included a three-hour nap, haircuts, Aladdin (ALADDIN!), and fat, new-bread sandwiches with hot chocolate. If Sunday were a character in a Dickens novel, it … Continue reading Miss Havisham Mondays

Live a little. Like your body.

On Sunday morning I got up, showered, and put on tights, pencil skirt, short-sleeved blouse. We were travelling to a family baptism, and while Tim's family are, without qualification, the nicest people I have ever come across, I get a bit quivery about these things beforehand. My Stress Items that morning included the 100% likelihood … Continue reading Live a little. Like your body.

I can’t write anything about potty-training you haven’t heard before

I mean, let's be real. I am teaching a small human to direct his waste into a pot instead of in his own clothing. Isn't it weird that this is a skill everyone you know had to learn? And somehow we need to pass it on to our children even though by now we've totally … Continue reading I can’t write anything about potty-training you haven’t heard before

The week in stuff

I have rice pudding. There is a boy asleep in the room next door (wearing pull-ups, so come what farting may, literally). The time is ripe for a Week in Stuff, my friends. One day I'll publish H's best auditions for King of the Melodramas. This, yesterday: me: Hen, can you get your socks on, … Continue reading The week in stuff

It’s alright, don’t worry: I’m just going through a phase

I'm here! (This is me breaking the log-jam that is two weeks without writing a word, by writing anything. Here's the anything.) Everyone tells you that children go through phases, and from my vast sample size of two, I can tell you that it's true. I mean, I don't know how useful it is to … Continue reading It’s alright, don’t worry: I’m just going through a phase