Let it grow

This week, a surprise: my rose plant bloomed. Three, four, five pink rose heads, heavy and scented on spindly stems, unfurled themselves within a couple of days. It's 'my' rose plant because I bought it and planted it last year, but that's about where my involvement ended. We haven't even trimmed it, let alone fed … Continue reading Let it grow

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

The good, the bad and the bread market

Here is the absolute truth of it. Mothering little people is the most profoundly wearying, profoundly wonderful thing I've ever done. It is feeling like I could burst when my boy yells 'HEY MAMA' from another room, and feeling like I've been vomited on from a large height with the power of scream. Both, always … Continue reading The good, the bad and the bread market

Short notes from the thick of it: 2

Dear friends, Here is a secret: It would be a lie if I said that I don't, sometimes, think about upturning the bowl onto his head and going for a nap. Please don't tell anyone. Sincerely, My Living Room Looks Like a Tomato Soup Jackson Pollock.  

This is how you lose your sanity on a Tuesday morning

Some baby phases are just phases. Some baby phases are PHASES. This is one of the latter. Last week was a teething week. It was, frankly, horrible (molars). But it's over. In its place, we have this. Perhaps a photo sequence will help illustrate our situation. We start here. Tra la la. Isn't the park … Continue reading This is how you lose your sanity on a Tuesday morning

A date with a million tissues

There was a point, yesterday, as I crouched stark naked with unwashed hair and half a shaved leg to pick up poop from the bathroom floor, that I really wished myself elsewhere. It was the sort of day where you don't see the sky once, find yourself tweeting about faeces and think that that's ok. … Continue reading A date with a million tissues

This day is what we call An Outfit-Killer

It is morning, and Henry has a cold. I spent all night traipsing up and down the stairs at two-hourly intervals, and when I finally turn on the light in the morning, there the explanation is: his entire face is covered in crusty nose-mess. He shrieks and thrashes when I wipe it. When he does … Continue reading This day is what we call An Outfit-Killer

Sound and fury; or, why Tuesdays should be banned from every decent society

I love this child to his bones. But I'd be quite indecently grateful if he stopped making the noise that goes with this cross face. At least for today. Happily, Daddy's key in the door is always cause for excitement. Less happily, Daddy is out tonight. You don't say, baby monitor. YOU DON'T SAY. Oh, … Continue reading Sound and fury; or, why Tuesdays should be banned from every decent society

Not a Day for Contact Lenses

This morning I put on my glasses. They make me look stern and dorky, and I felt both of those things. It's cold in our house today, and when I pick up my boy he cringes. I need to start wearing gloves, so my ice fingers don't offend him as much. Or else just turn on the … Continue reading Not a Day for Contact Lenses

An Hour in the Life Of

Vomitrocious Henry has been fed, bathed and is already on his third vest of the day. He has bad wind, poor love. I take him downstairs and change his horrid mustardy nappy, then feed him. I rest him on my legs to rearrange my t-shirt, and he throws up all over himself, my legs and … Continue reading An Hour in the Life Of