When I was pregnant for the first time I wondered why nobody had told me how awful pregnancy could be. How I would ache all over and every ailment from nausea to sinuses would be written off as a “pregnancy illness”. How insomnia would strike and I’d cry with tiredness sometimes.…
There’s no denying that the baby and toddler years are hard. The physical exhaustion, the constantly being covered in someone else’s body fluids sometimes outweight the marvel of having created a child. The neediness, supreme dependence, the constant need for the child to be held, the lack of lie ins,…
There wasn’t much sleep had in our house last night. My three-and-a-half year old seems to have reverted to the sleeping habits of a newborn and was let’s say “wakeful” for many hours during the night. What started out as reassuring hugs degenerated into abrupt shouts to “get back into…
It’s all very well reading toy recommendations from people who received press releases, but really kids are the best judges of what toys kids like. I often think that my crew are blind to their own toys as they’re shoved into IKEA Trofast boxes in one end of the sunroom, but…
Last year, I wrote about how my smaller boy loves pink and bemoaned the lack of sparkly things for boys, and delighted that he was confident enough to ask for what he wanted despite waitresses or people in shops suggesting that surely he didn’t want the PINK one. He’s…
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…
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…
My youngest is two today Happy Birthday Miss L. My girl, my baby, my doll. Two. We’ve left babyhood behind and are racing through the toddler years. Two. Where has the time gone? Two. I want to slow things down. She’s growing so fast. Where’s my baby gone? But…
There are days when she’s angelic. Then there are days when nothing is the way she decrees it should be, and she makes her annoyance known, loudly and clearly. “This dress”, “no, this boots”, “no, my clips” “I do” “‘nother coat” she said yesterday morning. We went for lunch, she…
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