Controlled crying featured heavily in another book I bought when Sonny was a little baby. It was something that I was desperate to try; not because I was desperate for order and structure and routine and normality, but because I was getting a bit disheartened by the number of conversations I seemed to have which […]
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 […]
Following on from Kelly’s fantastic post about terrible parenting, I too can hold my hands up and admit that, even as a nutritional therapist, I do occasionally let my kids have chicken nuggets, chips and fizzy drinks. (I hear your sharp intakes of breath!) However, the line between healthy and junk food is a blurred […]