Anyone else a bit gutted that In the Club has finished? Any 6-part series just about matches my attention span, so I stepped away from the Gavin & Stacey boxset, turned off the re-runs of DIY SOS and thought I’d give this BBC1 tale of pregnancy and childbirth a go. If you haven’t finished watching it yet, don’t read on (and if you do read on, don’t tell me off for spoilers…you’ve been warned!) Continue reading
It’s a common problem, and I’m sure we’ve all been there – the husband has a week off so you plan a load of days out in the local area only for 60 world leaders to descend on your doorstep. OK, not your actual doorstep – I can’t quite picture Obama hanging out in our porch. But you get the idea. Continue reading
To our gorgeous little girl,
Happy birthday! I’m pretty sure you can’t possibly be 1 yet, but the calendar tells me otherwise. The last 12 months have whizzed by, and yet it’s like you’ve always been here. Continue reading
How does the saying go – “don’t work with children or animals”? And anyone who has spent 5 minutes with Bear knows she is into everything, doesn’t sit still and likes to play hide and seek. So maybe we were crazy to book a professional photoshoot for the 3 of us…? Continue reading
OK, I’m nearly a year late with this but it took me 10 months to get my backside in gear and start this blog – I was busy with nappies and the like. But when you’re older and you can read, and Daddy and I give you the wifi password and let you go on t’internet, we thought you’d like to know a few things that went on in the world in 2013, the year you were born.
The best things in life are free, and money can’t buy you all the lovely stuff like hugs and giggles blah blah blah.
But there are some things money can buy and they have made my life a bit easier this last year. Continue reading
Signing up to NCT classes was – for us – among the best money we’ve ever spent on parenthood.
This isn’t because of the graphic photos that put the fear of God into everyone in the room (including the Dads), or even the bum-change practice with pretty realistic dirty nappies (English mustard and pesto are ruined for me). No, the reason why I’d pay for them again and again is because we met people going through exactly the same thing, at exactly the same time and now have friends for (I hope) life.
Does anyone actually remember being pregnant?
I mean, I accept that I was – there is photographic evidence (and indeed a child) to prove it. I remember moaning about the heat, my feet, my back and heartburn, and I remember wearing bigger clothes for 6 months. I remember going down to the hospital for appointments, not drinking wine for 9 months, avoiding cheese and rare steak, sushi and uncooked eggs (although I do that as standard…raw eggs have never really appealed). Continue reading
Anyone that knows me well knows that I have an annoyingly good memory. I remember the useless stuff – what I wore to something or other, what the weather was like on such-and-such a day, and (most important of all, I’m sure you’ll agree) what I – and others – ate on these occasions. Continue reading
These days I spend a lot of time singing. I sing nonsense, mainly (a holiday highlight for Bear last month was being danced around the room to the Shake n Vac song. Rock and roll, eh?)