How not to be a big fat parenting loser

I think about this all the time. Usually after 7pm. While standing in a kitchen that looks like King Henry VIII has been on a carbs rampage. Has today been a success? How do I know when I've done alright? Do I get a gold star today, or what? If you replace 'gold star' with … Continue reading How not to be a big fat parenting loser

Dear boy: you can be unpretty here

Some clichés about life with children just turn out to be true. It's almost disappointing how predictable you are. That hilarious obsession with your first child's milestones, followed by a wry detached affection for the progression of your second? Tick that box. The fact that you will get fat on leftover pizza crusts if you're … Continue reading Dear boy: you can be unpretty here

On parenting a mini-me: why similarity is so much harder than difference

These are some first draft thoughts I think about a lot. Would be interested in hearing yours.  You know, I thought this would be much easier than it is. I thought that having a child who was very like me would make parenting a breeze. When I imagined the slammed doors and hurtful arguments of … Continue reading On parenting a mini-me: why similarity is so much harder than difference

Angry mummy: hills to die on

This is the second post I've written about trying not to be a short-fuse parent. The first one is here. Let's face it, there will probably be more.  We will be glad about the two-year age gap between our boys when they're older and the best of friends. This is what I weep into my … Continue reading Angry mummy: hills to die on

Parenting Positions Which I Will Defend Until My Death Bed

It is perfectly OK and not hypocritical for me to give you grapes for dessert, while shoving chocolate brownie into my mouth behind the fridge door. And then to lie when you ask me what I’m eating.   One banana a day is good for you. Two, and I'm pretty sure you could die of … Continue reading Parenting Positions Which I Will Defend Until My Death Bed

Angry mummy

It was 5pm. Of course it was. 5pm is when their tiny resources are shot to pieces, when I'm desperately trying to tidy up and get dinner ready, because half of their bad temper is down to the fact that it's been a long time since lunch. I am busy because they need me to … Continue reading Angry mummy

The bottle-thrower in my head

The other day I was hayfevered up to the max, and found myself in a quandary. Oh gosh, Thursday, I texted Tim in the morning. If we go out the pollen will kill me, and if we stay in the boys will. I mean, what is a girl to do? When I just had Henry, … Continue reading The bottle-thrower in my head

Cotton wool: on letting climbing kids climb and falling kids fall

  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

My children are more than a high school movie

I thought the other day that Henry and Teds had the potential to be superstars in the high school movie genre. If there's a higher pinnacle of ambition for your children, I'd like to hear about it. And why? They'd be dead easy to cast. Henry, loveable nerd. Long, stringy frame in a button-down shirt … Continue reading My children are more than a high school movie

The five Supernanny principles that have saved my freaking life

Hello hello, from toddler city! [Population: 1. Average height: short. Average noise level: loud. Preferred transport method: steam train.] There's always something going on here, eh? At the moment, for us, bedtime has gone completely haywire. And, just between us, Tim and I are a bit clueless at bedtime. We've never had to be good, … Continue reading The five Supernanny principles that have saved my freaking life