October, you beauty

Hello. Here I am, which is unusual enough, because whenever I have a spare hour and have to decide between Lying Still or Anything Else, the Lying Still tends to win. It's frustrating having to slow down, especially now the sickness has gone (whee!). I like to get on. I keep having to remember not … Continue reading October, you beauty

This feels like the stuff childhood is made of

Sometimes I disconnect during our camping trip to Dorset - mind buzzing up and away from its normal constraints under all that empty sky - and wonder what our ancestors would think, if they could see us leaving our safe, waterproof Life Boxes to sleep under a flimsy, pegged-down balloon. Voluntarily huddling round open flames … Continue reading This feels like the stuff childhood is made of

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

Mo-Town, and other stories

I have finally - with the help of back-to-back Alias episodes and a pretty indecent amount of Phish Food ice cream - finished sorting out photos from the last week of our trip. So here goes! We drove from Ashland to Salt Lake over the course of a day. We figured it would be easier … Continue reading Mo-Town, and other stories

Oregon pie

I have spent much of today folding an Everest of clean clothes into drawers and playing Judge Judy - wisely, gracefully, then with increasingly snarkiness - in the boys' endless toy arguments. After a mid-afternoon meal masquerading as lunch, I got a respite. T in bed for a nap, H and Tim watching that terrible … Continue reading Oregon pie

About this Dear Diary situation…and San Francisco

I don't often use this blog as a diary anymore. I had a big no-one-is-interested-except-you-and-your-mum kind of crisis about it a while ago, and since then I've tried to be as inclusive as possible. Sometimes, holiday photo posts on other blogs, especially when they're impossibly curated and lovely and I'm looking at them sat in … Continue reading About this Dear Diary situation…and San Francisco

Living Arrows in January: how we get lost

(Living Arrows is a portrait project run by Hayley at the Shutterflies blog, capturing the little moments of childhood. The title comes from a Kahlil Gibran poem called 'Children', which I've reproduced at the end of this post. It's supposed to be one a week, which I definitely don't have the staying power for, alas; … Continue reading Living Arrows in January: how we get lost

Christmas Impossible

I hate airports. Stuff Hugh Grant with his 'my favourite place in the world is an airport' thing. The Arrivals part is brilliant - marred only slightly if you are the owner of the child dragging his brother along the floor by the foot - but sooner or later you're making that inevitable return visit to … Continue reading Christmas Impossible

Starting school has actually made us happier. Cheers, school.

It's the last day before half term, and I'm being entirely serious when I say: now we're mostly over the big settling-in phase, having school back in our lives is the bizniz. For H, definitely. He's happy when he's learning new things in a structured environment (I noticed that last year with nursery, but even … Continue reading Starting school has actually made us happier. Cheers, school.

Ooh, October, you’re looking well

I have given myself a towering challenge this evening. Well, two. One is to get rid of today's lone nappies lurking in our house without gagging. I will track each powerful stench to its source like a veritable crap-hound, and throw them into the bin where they belong. The other is to write a blog … Continue reading Ooh, October, you’re looking well