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
We have a houseful of babies. Downy heads, dimply elbows. They sit in my living room, wobbly on bottoms not yet used to keeping their owners upright, investigating our old baby toys with fat hands and furrowed brows. One of them realises his mother has gone out of the room. His face crumples. He squawks, … Continue reading ‘It’ll be gone before you know it’, said everyone but you
*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
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 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
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
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