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.
Photographic proof: uncanny, eh?
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
Beached: Taken a year ago yesterday (honestly)
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?)
24 hours old
I used to look at Mums with older babies and think “well you must be a pro”. Do I feel like a pro, with a baby who is nearly 1? Do I hell. Every day I make this mummying lark up, and I end each day with a metaphorical high-five. She’s fed, watered and happy: go me!
Costa del Dorset: Our day trip to Lyme Regis
We’ve been touring the UK’s motorway network recently, with a long weekend at my folks’ place in the Norfolk countryside, a christening on the Sussex coast and our first family holiday in deepest, darkest Somerset. Continue reading
This little nugget of news has been doing the rounds on social media this week – a breastfeeding Mum sat to feed her baby in a US Starbucks when a woman complained loudly to staff. She asked if they could “…get that woman to stop doing that in public? It’s disgusting.” But instead of doing what was being asked, the barista offered the Mum a free refill, a voucher for a free drink and said “I’m sorry you had to deal with such unpleasantness today.” Touché!
I’ll start off by saying that I’m not a football fan. The World Cup is less about football and more about disrupting my TV viewing every night of the week. Quite honestly I have no idea what day it is because Eastenders and Corrie haven’t been on in their usual slots to point me in the right direction.
I read. Might just be Twitter or Facebook, might be a blog or a website and, if I’m feeling grown up, it might be a newspaper.
I also listen; to the media, and certainly to my friends.
Never has this little concoction been more dangerous than in pregnancy and the first 6 months of parenthood, when I was so tired, delirious and (as a knock-on effect) irrational, that I took any bit of baby-related information as gospel. Here are the 7 pearls of wisdom I wish I had taken with a pinch of salt. Continue reading
Why is good customer service so remarkable?
We are away on our first family holiday. All packed up and ready to go we set off to Costa del Somerset and made it all the way to, ahem, Newport before the air con system on our 5-week old car failed. Again. In the 5 weeks we have had this car, it has been back to the dealership 3 times, and for a week of those 5 it has holidayed with their service team in an attempt to get it fixed. Call me a fuss-pot, but I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect cold air to come out of the vents when its 25 degrees outside. Continue reading