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
When I first found out I was pregnant, my behaviour changed. I don’t mean I suddenly went all neurotic, emotional and irrational – oh no, these were already stable parts of my personality. I mean my buying behaviour changed. Continue reading