Flying with toddlers: your insanity-proof guide

We've just got back from San Francisco, Oregon and Utah. It was magnificent. Do you know what these boys were most excited about? The flipping aeroplane. Them, not us, because putting small children in a seat and telling them to stay there for ten hours is Asking For Trouble. Ted can't stay still for the … Continue reading Flying with toddlers: your insanity-proof guide

Five books…to help with starting school

Thanks to commenter Rachel for this suggestion! Right, we're on the countdown now, aren't we? Two weeks left to buy all of H's uniform, get his feet measured for shoes, practice writing his name and cry a bit into my pillow at night. We've talked a lot about starting school, and he's been for a … Continue reading Five books…to help with starting school

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

Good neighbours

That's when good neeeeeighbours! Become! Goooooood frieeeeeeends! [saxophone] Come on, as if you weren't singing it too. Sometimes I think about what it would be like, living next door to a family with two children under five. Sharing a wall with two children under five. My conclusion is always the same: it'd be flipping horrendous. … Continue reading Good neighbours

Five books…with jaw-dropping illustrations

I always think books for preschoolers have an extremely sensible ratio of words to pictures. And the pictures are everything to the under-five crowd. Have a look at their faces the next time you're reading one with striking, colourful illustrations. Their jaw drops. They can't resist touching the page with their fingers, like they want … Continue reading Five books…with jaw-dropping illustrations

Some hopes for Friday

I have just given myself fifteen minutes to write something, while I'm in that part of the day before bed when I decide whether Thursday was a good one or not. Fifteen minutes ain't long, so let's not expect a masterpiece. And yes, I am planning on being in bed by 9.30pm, but you should … Continue reading Some hopes for Friday

Notes from the trenches: 6

Every full-time parent of small children needs a place to vent. Vaguely, you remember a time when you worried about deadlines and MOTs and when to fit in the Tesco shop. You didn't very often worry about faeces. Or facial injuries. Or how to get through the witching hour without throwing your children down a … Continue reading Notes from the trenches: 6