The Twits in Spring

I am not eating refined sugar for a while. The reasons are mostly to do with the fact that we eat a lot of rubbish, and apparently I'm the sort of person who requires a total YOU MAY NOT EAT THIS EVER kind of ban in order to make anything stick. I have an intense … Continue reading The Twits in Spring

This Is Where We Are: A letter to my children on Mother’s Day (3)

Dear Future Versions of Henry and Edward, Today is my third Mothering Sunday, and you are two-and-a-half and nine months old, respectively. We are tucked up in bed again, this time because you have hand, foot and mouth virus. Before I had children I thought HFM, if I thought about it at all, was a … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: A letter to my children on Mother’s Day (3)

This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (2)

Having read about it here, I wanted to write about how I mother my babies day-to-day, every Mother's Day. The first was here. Here goes the second.  Dear Future Version of Henry, Today is my second Mothering Sunday, and you are eighteen months old. We are sat side-by-side in the big bed, you tucked under my … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (2)

Friday taught me this

1. There's one thing you can't do with my new hairstyle, and that's nothing at all. Today we worked and played mostly from underneath a duvet, hibernating from the torrential rain, and I never got around to drying it. Most of it is just frizzy, but the fringe... It looks like my forehead vomited. 2. … Continue reading Friday taught me this

The reset button

'There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle'. Albert Einstein There are thoughts that I hope all parents have, and don't admit to. The ones you swallow immediately and never, never let out of your mouth. I am all … Continue reading The reset button

This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (1)

Having read about it here, I wanted to write about how I mother my babies day-to-day, every Mother's Day. Here goes the first. Dear Future Version of Henry, Today is my first Mothering Sunday, and tomorrow you will be seven months old. I am sat in a puddle of quiet, feeding you before your nap. … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (1)