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 summer holiday this year was kept simple and we went for four nights to Sandy Balls Holiday Village in the New Forest. We’d been to Center Parcs before but as they ramp their rates up to extortionate proportions even for summer holiday prices, we thought we’d look for something along the same lines but… Continue reading Lodgings in the New Forest
I was kindly gifted my choice of MuralsWallpaper’s new summer 2019 children’s range recently. The new mini murals include life-size jungle scenes and natural landscapes, and the pastel, muted neon and soft green colour palettes used across the selection are based on current trending tones in interiors – particularly in kids’ design. We wanted to… Continue reading Hello toucans!
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