Dear Timothy, When you get home, we will be playing your second-favourite game ever. It
What a ground-breaking Monday this is turning out to be. Perhaps I only need say
Dearest firstborn son, Thank you SO much for coating your entire bottom half in hellish-smelling,
Vomitrocious Henry has been fed, bathed and is already on his third vest of the
Me: So, do you think Henry might enjoy riding this wooden rabbit? Mum: I don’t
What’re you doing for Bank Holiday Monday? Here, we’re mostly peeing into our own mouth.
Week One with a newborn is over. We have survived. Our heads are bloody, but