She is three now, my littlest. She turned three on Saturday. She’s certainly not a baby of course, she’s just my last born child. She’s not my baby, she’s a big girl she reminds me. She has her knickers, and big girls have knickers not nappies. She won’t wear a bib as…
It’s hard to give your kids all the answers, be it to the thousands of questions they ask daily, or the ones that they haven’t thought of yet that might help them in sticky situation. A friend contacted me recently to ask if I’d like to review a book that…
When I was expecting my first child, back in 2008, I spent all my hours researching baby products. (Well, the ones I wasn’t eating or obsessing about baby names or drinking Gaviscon by the bottle). I made spreadsheets of buggies’ features, compared prices in different shops (and countries) and read reviews…
Today was my stay-at-home day which really means it was my do-the-school-runs-go to Gymboree-buy groceries-collect the kids-cook dinner- bring the kids to swimming- eat dinner-wash up-day. Even though the boys were in school for much of the day they managed to ask more questions than I can ever remember them…
There’s a fascination with the posters at the moment, the backseat passengers of the car are commenting constantly on them. The seven-year-old, who has the advantage of being able to read, is putting all the pieces of the jigsaw together. He’s asking how it all works, what politicial parties are,…
All over the country, at desks in offices people are furiously tapping at keyboards and racking their brains to remember what they spent the year doing at work. It’s annual review season, the bit everyone dreads, writing up your summary of how amazingly well you’ve worked towards your agreed objectives all…
I wrote this last week, I couldn’t publish it then as it was too raw! On Tuesdays I usually work from home so I get to collect the kids early and give them dinner which I prepped at lunchtime. I suppose I could take that glorious extra hour that I…
A small boy has been on my mind all day, invading my thoughts, stopping me from doing anything else. I can’t shake his image out of my mind. I’m close to tears thinking about him. This boy isn’t one of my own small boys, he’s from a different part of the…
1. Place booklists in a safe place in June. 2. Forget where the safe place was in July. Tear house apart to find one stuck to the fridge and the other in your handbag. 3. Realise four minutes later that you had taken photos of them in case you lost…
We drove in convoy, a boy each, the girl with me. I kept cheerful but my mind wandered. The boy asked me questions about words he found in the book he was reading. “What’s subsisdence Mam ?” I answered, distracted, checking his sister in the rear view mirror. I tried…
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