See this family above? See how happy they are? They are eating out. In a restaurant – a PUBLIC restaurant. They are enjoying themselves, that’s clear, and they seem relaxed (there’s no frantic wolfing-down of meals , or a Peppa-laden iphone being used as a distraction technique. I’m guessing there’s no lumps of sandwichy mush on the floor or even the table (I mean – look at how white the tablecloth is for starters? The FOOLS!) All in all, they’ve clearly got it sussed. Continue reading
Although we may actually have cake, because any excuse is a good excuse for cake. Continue reading
It has taken me an embarrassing length of time to write this post, but we’ve been busy with chicken pox, a trip to Norfolk, Peppa Pig-induced tantrums and the retrieval of pyjamas from the toilet. That’s my excuse anyway. Continue reading
When I was pregnant, I had lots of knowing advice and advanced warning about becoming a parent. The worry (lots), the stress (lots), the love (lots), the sleep (not lots).
What they didn’t tell me was how some of the more mundane (and previously piece-of-cake) makings of our daily lives will suddenly become my biggest challenges. And perhaps it is this little lot that should actually have come with a warning. Or, at the very least, a double G&T. Continue reading
While Mummy’s napping*, I thought I’d update you on my recent escapades. It’s been a busy few months and I don’t have much time to sit down. Or sit still. Or stand still. Or relax. You get the picture – I’m a very busy girl.
*Ha. She wishes. Continue reading
“Behind every child is a mother who is pretty sure she’s screwing it up”.
I read this on one of those little hanging plaque things to put up in your house, and it made me smile. Not because it’s particularly funny, but because it seems a pretty apt assessment of my 18 months as a mum-in-training. Continue reading
Today isn’t an official birthday so there will be no cake (also, I’m on a diet and cake is one of the many things you refuse to eat, so it would be a wasted bake-a-thon). But today marks 18 months since you came into the world, and we think that’s quite a special milestone. Continue reading
If I counted up the number of hours that I have spent writing, it would be – well – a lot. I love writing (and gin, but that’s not relevant here). Continue reading
I’ll give you some advanced warning – this post is a bit moany and not very funny. Sorry about that. Continue reading
Picture the scene. It’s 3am on a cold Sunday morning and instead of being tucked up in bed, we are rock and rolling it up in Royal Glamorgan’s A&E. I’m delirious, Paul’s delirious, not just through tiredness but through the million degrees that the hospital seems to have set its thermostat to. Continue reading