When I initially started The Cuckoo Mama I wasn’t really sure where I was going to go with it, what I’d write about and, in a way, hadn’t particularly thought about anyone ever actually reading it! I had (and possibly still have!) limited technical know-how, a granny-esque approach to social media and absolutely no clue … More Because we’re all just trying our best!
In 2018 I’m going to aim to be more like my toddler. By this, I don’t mean my new year’s resolution will see me stamping my feet or refusing to eat anything green, no, as appealing as this might sound, I’m actually going to strive for contentment. I’ve found it utterly fascinating, and a huge … More Embracing my inner toddler
I was recently involved in a lovely series, organised by The Baby & The Boardroom, in which various mums were asked to write about a day in their life. As well as a bit of fun #ThisMum has also offered a real insight in to the lives of other mums and showcased a whole range … More #ThisMum
I’ve a little bit of an issue with Christmas this year, I must confess, which is most unlike me, as I’m usually a very big fan. I’m a veritable Mrs. Claus, in fact, that’s who I want to be when I grow up, and I’m thinking I’d do a pretty good job of it. I … More A bit of giving back, me thinks
Sam just did a poo in his potty. Not just any poo in his potty, I might add, but his FIRST poo in his potty. And it was rank, smelly and a completely disgusting experience which I’d really rather not repeat. But of course I am going to have to repeat it. Many, many times. … More It’s absolutely fine to heave at poo
This morning I spent half an hour lying under my kitchen table with Sam and, his best train friends, Thomas and Percy, playing “table tunnel”. It was whilst I was down there, surrounded by sticky things, a shrivelled up piece of lettuce and dog hairs that I thought; when was the last time we actually … More Let’s just play!
“I’m the fun extractor, twisted fun extractor hey hey hey You’re the two year old, my cheeky two year old hey hey hey” Hi there, my name is mummy and I can, pretty much, take all the fun out of every situation. I have therefore decided that, henceforth, I shall be referred to as ‘The … More Make the whoopee mummy
I think Dante was about right; the path to paradise really does begin in hell, or at least the path to achieving a fully aligned, in date order photo book definitely starts in purgatory. Now I’m not entirely sure what’s wrong with me when it comes to these, somewhat testing, books. I like to think … More Ergo this book shall be!
Advanced warning here; this one could get a tad weepy and I think I might be about to gush. Sorry folks! I sincerely apologise for this, but, hold the phone… my baby is turning two. Wow! In all fairness, I can’t say I’m incredibly surprised by this news! It’s most definitely been on the cards … More “With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts”
My home is akin to a war zone. It is completely and utterly covered, from top to bottom, in debris from whatever nuclear fallout exploded above us. Everywhere I look is covered with mayhem, the fragments of a former life peeking through patiently, waiting to be rediscovered and restored to former glory. Well that ain’t … More Zero Dark Thirty-Something