In parenting, one of the first things I discovered was that everything is all about stages. A mum’s time is occupied with varying, constantly changing, time consuming needs from birth onwards. It’s initially all about feeding, then weaning, progressing to the, backbreaking, hours spent finger walking and now, the latest phase I’ve entered; loitering by … More Pooping amidst the perennials
I like to think of myself as an amusing person, someone with a modicum of wit and a decent sense of humour which, sometimes, hovers on the precipice of highbrow. I’m fond of a laugh and of making others chuckle too. I was therefore in my absolute element when I recently read that, at around … More Beans beans are good for your heart…
Rather humblingly, excitingly and incredibly proudly, The Cuckoo Mama has been nominated in the 2018 UK Blog Awards or #UKBA18 as the cool kids are calling it! Having only begun my blog in May, this year, I have been utterly overwhelmed with the response, support and relative success I’ve had. It’s been a cathartic, fun … More UK Blog Awards 2018: A vote for lil ole ME?
I’ve a little bit of an issue with Christmas this year, I must confess, which is most unlike me, as love Christmas. 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 love everything Christmas stands … 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
“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
This weekend we hit the road and headed off to a 50th birthday party. Yes, you read it correctly. 50th birthday party. Hmmm, how on earth did I get to the stage whereby I’m now celebrating half centuries of folks wot I know? I’m going to be quick to point out here that the 50 … More Crocodiles and chorizo
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
Knock knock! Who’s there? Oh hello terrible twos, what’s that? You’ve officially entered my house? Well, I’d like you to go please. No, it’s definitely not rude if you leave early, it would honestly be very welcome indeed and no need to call back. That’s it, just shut the door behind you on the way … More Note to self: Carry a cow
Having a toddler is a bit like having a feral dog. They’re cute and playful and sweetly loiter around under your feet all day but boy can they be rank. They have sticky paws, toddlers this is, dribble, snot and on occasion are known to sneeze cheese over folk (man on flight back from Faro … More This one’s for you, Miss P!