A plague is upon our house. Put a black cross above the door, board up the windows and turn away all callers; the humble cough has entered. It arrived with my husband. It briefly visited our son. And then it struck me down. On Christmas day. There’s only the dog who’s remained free from the … More In sickness and in health
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
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
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
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!