Warning: poo content ahead. YoungestGirl’s bowel habits are generally regular. She likes to eat a nice bowl of porridge in the morning, wave Daddy off to work, and then do a poo in her nice fresh morning nappy. She will repeat this process several times during the day, but the Porridge-Daddy-Bye-Bye poo is one to … [Read more…]
Last night YoungestGirl slept through from 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. Whilst this isn’t the first time she has ever achieved this feat, it is certainly rare, and I am no stranger to the 5 a.m. breastfeed. Still, things are much better than they were, when she refused to sleep for more than 20 consecutive … [Read more…]
Anyone who knows me is aware that exercise is not my forte. In the past, people have wrongly assumed this is because I am not competitive. This is very, very wrong. I am extremely competitive, as anyone who has had the misfortune to challenge me to Scrabble, Monopoly or I Spy can attest to. This is actually … [Read more…]
As mentioned previously, I have been known to be something of a hypochondriac. Generally it’s low-level, irritating maladies; a Morton’s neuroma, hypermobility, carpal tunnel syndrome, but this year I have been in the unfortunate position of needing biopsies. Twice. The first was back in February – a painless lump in my breast. YoungestGirl likes to … [Read more…]
In the midst of global and political chaos, I have to admit, I’m quietly excited. Not – of course – because an egomanical misogynistic neo-Nazi has won the US election. I am not a nutter. Something more domestic is quietly exciting me. Tonight, tonight (can you hear the excitement?) I will be staying in a hotel room. … [Read more…]
Before EldestGirl’s first birthday, we planned meticulously. We had a garden party, complete with soft play equipment, bouncy castle and age-appropriate bouncers. We had a buffet. Which I catered myself. I researched, practised in a dummy run a week before and executed a Hungry Caterpillar cake. We had about thirty people and babies around to our … [Read more…]
“Please can we make pumpkin pie, Mummy? Pretty please?” “But EldestGirl,” I say, trying to remember that saying “yes” is positive, “I’m not sure you like pumpkins. You refuse to eat anything that looks like it’s been near a butternut squash, and that’s what we make pumpkin pie out of.” “I love it, Mummy, I do!” … [Read more…]
Much like the Man from Delmonte, today’s task was to say “yes” to as many of EldestGirl’s requests as possible. We do sometimes seem to butt heads (snigger, buttheads) occasionally on the days when she’s home from nursery, as I attempt to cajole / bribe / enforce things I would like her to do (reading, … [Read more…]
I only have both children by myself for two days a week – Tuesdays and Thursdays. The other weekdays, EldestGirl is at nursery. Tuesdays and Thursdays go one of two ways: Excellent – YoungestGirl hits some new milestones and is happy pootling around playing with her toys. EldestGirl sits down and does reading with me, … [Read more…]
It’s natural and normal that our hopes and dreams change throughout our lives. At 14 I wanted to be the Artistic Director at the Royal Shakespeare Company. At 15, I’d reined it in to English teacher. By 17, like all good 17 year-olds, of course I was going to be a poet. When I was … [Read more…]
