So anyway, that was the first week of school. H went back on Monday. My social media feeds have been full of kids going to school for the first time (and the accompanying parental meltdowns). It brought back last September for me in a great, vivid wave; I could almost taste it: the fear and … Continue reading Don’t worry, mama: the first day of school makes you cry for a reason
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
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.
I found this post (and this one) this morning, and they both seem like someone else's life, as usual. Time for another installment. Dear self, Here are some things you should never forget (even when your eye bags are capacious enough to keep things in): that the whole street knows when Son 2 has woken … Continue reading Things I want to remember about mornings
Happy almost-Easter! We'll be decamping to parents later on today for Easter weekend. Right now, some family time: we keep forgetting to schedule Tim's work holidays with H's school holidays (because, apparently, with a school-age kid you have to do this?) so this long weekend is the only time we'll have with him. Tim and … Continue reading Boyhood, free-range
I've left him for less than a minute, but I come in to find Teddy out of his high chair and squatting on the table. His cereal bowl is upside down and the leftover milk is puddling around his bare feet. He's wearing a codpiece nappy, groaning with wee, that has popped the buttons on … Continue reading Bear witness
I am sometimes guilty of trying to hurry my children into things they're not ready for. (I don't wish to point any fingers but, Roald Dahl Complete Works, I might just be looking at you.) We've visited so many farms and petting zoos since Henry was born, and all with the same result: animal terror, or … Continue reading A baa-somely good day out
The boys in my house wore matching ties today, all three of them. Halfway through the morning rush Henry got upset that his tie wouldn't lie flat like Timothy's. From the bathroom I watched Tim take him on his lap and convince him how fine his tie was, how smart, and most importantly, how incredibly … Continue reading Superpowers, for dads
I'm back! And I'm catching up as quickly as possible, which is to say, not very quickly at all, despite my many multicoloured to-do lists. In some ways it's been a rough landing. Toddler-plus-newborn felt pretty damn hair-raising, but toddler-plus-determined-climbing-biter is black belt martial arts. 'I'd forgotten how much of my day is fending off … Continue reading What’s the magic (sibling) number?
So much about my mothering life is different than I imagined. I thought today that I am both stricter and more easy-going than I thought I would be, as I put away the boys' clothes at lightning speed. Lightning because Teddy was upstairs, by himself, and his crawling is now turbo-charged. Lightning because we no longer have stair-gates anywhere. … Continue reading Cotton wool: on letting climbing kids climb and falling kids fall