We went for a lovely walk today – the weather was great, the kids didn’t moan a bit and we came home refreshed and happy. ONLY JOKING!!! This is what really happened: We arrived at the country park. I’d told Rich I believe you have to pay for parking. He said that wasn’t the case… Continue reading A circular walk around…’why the hell do we keep doing this to ourselves?’
I’m making sure I document the different ways in which Herbie mispronounces words so that I don’t forget how great a skill this is and how much it makes me smile. Currently, he very much enjoys typing out poems on Microscopic (Microsoft) Word and is a bit annoyed that he has a bazuka (veruca). He… Continue reading Pronunciation fascination
Herbie and I visited London just before Christmas to see the Marvellous and Mischievous: Literature’s Young Rebels exhibition at the British Library with my brother and his husband. It made me ponder just how tricky it is to teach our children to be rebellious yet respectful, to challenge authority yet understand boundaries and to stand… Continue reading Rebels with a cause
Did you know it’s Takeover Day at museums across the country today? No, neither did I until I stumbled across it a few weeks ago. It began in 2010 and since then 35,000 children and young people have taken part. It was established by Kids in Museums to get children more involved with heritage and… Continue reading Let’s take over the museum!
Understanding why our children sometimes act as they do, and what they are trying to tell us through this behaviour.
Why? Why is this such a fucking nightmare? Where does the inability to put your own pants on properly but happily wear them as a hat come from? Why has the skill of putting socks and shoes on suddenly vanished? And brushing hair? I currently have to do this as Herbie twiddles around the kitchen… Continue reading Getting out of the house
Our cellar got wet during the last bout of rain, and damaged some of the storage we keep down there. One of the items was a box of Rich’s childhood things, like birthday cards, drawings and old school work. As they had been bobbing around on a tide of rainwater over the last few weeks,… Continue reading Imprints of life
Today’s burning topic: fussy eating We are currently on the cusp of Gus turning 2 and his eating is regressing like a chicken hatching back into its egg. He weaned pretty well, although took a while to master finger food. I put that down to lazy genes (husband’s obviously). He picked up a taste for… Continue reading Fussy McFusspants
This one is tough. I don’t really rationally believe that the boys prefer my husband but I sometimes can’t escape the feeling that they do. They are both daddy’s boys and despite me being the main caregiver, spending most of my time with them, planning their days and activities, worrying about what they should eat,… Continue reading When the kids prefer daddy
After my last post, I took a step back, as I found it really emotionally draining to go back over the utterly shite treatment I had with my last birth in particular. But the state of post-natal care also needs to be addressed and was, on the whole, poor during both my experiences. There have… Continue reading Blog series post #6: Better post-natal care