Some mornings I wake up, often with a baby big toe wedged between my teeth, and think, I’m going to do that proper mothering today. I’m going to be creative and patient and nurturing, and do singing, and point to things in the sky and on the floor and repeat words over and over and […]
My boy turned 2 this month, so I wrote him this poem. I think he’d have preferred something with wheels or loud sounds- ah well Sonny, can’t win them all! Another year and here we are Two years in the life of a little star Not long since on planet earth you descended And all […]
Sonny acquired the nicname Bob when he was about 10 days old. This was marked by the demise of our lives as we knew them, and the descent we’d made into somewhere sleep deprived and dark which we occasionally referred to as hell. I’m OK admitting this; there were times when we actually did say ‘this […]
Ed and I are going to the Gorey Fete next week and if there’s a bonny baby competition, we’ll probably not enter Sonny as he’s just had a very distressing haircut and now his head looks even wonkier. However, should there be a ‘terrible parenting’ competition, I think we could win it. Here’s why:1) […]
I’ve decided to regurgitate the past and put some of my old posts up here. This is the first one I ever wrote, in March 2011. Some of it’s even quite read-able! I’ve been meaning to start a blog for ages, initially because my favourite subject has always been myself, but then when I multiplied […]
by Kelly There is just no point even attempting to research the outweighing benefits of bottle feeding over breast. Such research is unavailable, and if ever you find it I would wager my ‘jungle friend’s jumparoo’ that it’s massively inaccurate. No matter how you argue it, and the lengths you might go to appease the […]
I haven’t blogged for ages- hello! Mostly because I’ve been quite busy, although not in that usual ‘Sorry Aunty, that I’ve not written to you for 6 months because I’ve been busy’ kind of way that I might have previously tried it on with. This time it’s REAL, because I’ve been moving house, turning 30, […]