I’m the first to admit I’m a hypochondriac. Not a lives-at-the-doctor’s-surgery, eating-as-many-pills-as-I-can-find hypochondriac, but usually have something a bit wrong. I am a big fan of Googling symptoms, and feeling smug when I get myself a diagnosis without even having to trouble the GP. Usually just the diagnosis itself is enough to stop me dwelling on it, … [Read more…]
At 6.03 this morning, it was clear we were all up for the day. YoungestGirl has slept through the night once or twice, but this is rare. She normally wakes maybe once at about 10 p.m., then again at 4 a.m. and then will go back to sleep until 7 after a breastfeed, but we … [Read more…]
No good deed goes unpunished, so they say. I recently advertised our old buggy on a local selling site. The “local” area is really local – covers about a quarter of a square mile. As the buggy’s brakes were a bit sticky, and it had seen better days, I advertised it for free, thinking I could … [Read more…]
EldestGirl had a birthday recently. She turned four years old. Whilst she is normally a polite and thoughtful child, she has not yet learned the niceties of receiving presents. In her world, anything with a My Little Pony on is an acceptable present. Any type of clothing and/or book (much though she loves being read … [Read more…]
There are certain items that every household with children possesses. Some of these, unquestionably, are valuable. Without the Jumperoo, for example, I wouldn’t be able to neglect my children effectively in front of Iggle Piggle and the Ninky Nonk. Everyone I know owns a Sophie Giraffe, and generally babies do enjoy chewing on them. All … [Read more…]
Hearing EldestGirl pad to the toilet all by herself this morning, whilst YoungestGirl gurgled in her cot, TheBloke™ and I smiled at each other, curled up under the warm duvet. Parenting is cool. “MUMMY!” came the not-terribly dulcet tones of EldestGirl. “I did a wee in my knickers. I didn’t get there in time.” YoungestGirl … [Read more…]
