Anyone who says their two-year-old wasn’t a tiny insane tyrant is lying

Dear toddler parent hanging on by skin of teeth: Anyone who says their two-year-old wasn't a tiny insane tyrant is lying. Let me say that again. ANYONE WHO SAYS THEIR TWO-YEAR-OLD WASN'T A TINY INSANE TYRANT IS LYING. Alright, toddler parent, just let me put you on hold while I talk to whoever's now offended. … Continue reading Anyone who says their two-year-old wasn’t a tiny insane tyrant is lying

Two time-stoppers

(i) I am walking to school. Pushing the pushchair with two hefty toddlers in it, wellies mud-streaked, balancing H's scooter over the top with a spare finger, sweaty enough to make me feel like this is exercise. It's one of my favourite things to do. The light is grey as steel, but the woods look … Continue reading Two time-stoppers

To three or not to three?

That is the question. I do not know whether I will post this, or keep it up for long. It feels a bit personal, and also a bit obnoxious. But whenever I can't bring myself to write a lifeless piece for the sake of writing one, I ask myself: what are you thinking about most … Continue reading To three or not to three?

Just take the damn nap

My littlest goes to sleep with a fluffy cat and dog, one under each arm. And his Own Thomas train (I still don't know which one this is), and a rubber killer whale, and usually a giant plastic crane, which he talks to for forty minutes before dropping off. I don't need such elaborate sleeping … Continue reading Just take the damn nap

What January has to say for itself

Hello lovers. Let's go rambling. I make a point of not getting on with anything until T falls asleep. At the moment that means I slump over Twitter exhaustedly and with shoes on, for nearly an hour. He got used to Audible Fun Stuff going on after his bedtime over Christmas, so he likes to … Continue reading What January has to say for itself

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

2015, in bits and pieces

I had a professor once, at university, who sat us down at the beginning of our module - the two of us, in the study we'd had to go through three quads and two staircases to find - and gave us a reading list of books and articles he'd written himself. And that was, like, … Continue reading 2015, in bits and pieces

What it’s like

Maybe there's something about having a houseful of people in their twenties, long before they start thinking about kids, that makes you concentrate on all the things you can't do now you have children. (Like staying in bed beyond 7am. Like popping out to the cinema spontaneously. Like, I don't know, eating a meal and … Continue reading What it’s like

When motherhood means impersonating furniture

Our heating chugs into life at 5.30am. The whole house groans and shifts, boiling water trickling into radiators and pushing out hisses of warm air. Getting ready for us all to wake up with our alarms an hour later, even though in this darkest winter month the sun won't rise until nearly eight o' clock. … Continue reading When motherhood means impersonating furniture

Five messages to give your tiny introvert

When was the last time you read an article extolling the writer's love for fuzzy socks and a good book over a loud party? About two-and-a-half minutes ago, right? They're everywhere. Susan Cain's Quiet seems to have kicked off the season of the introvert. It feels like it's suddenly quite hip to sit for a while … Continue reading Five messages to give your tiny introvert