How to work from home with a baby and stay (relatively) sane

I’m coming to the end of my second month being a stay-and-work-at-home-mum (SWAHM - yes it does exist!) and to say [...]

Why don’t pregnant women use wheelchairs?

That’s among the questions three ‘pregnant’ dads have posed just days into their mission to wear pregnancy suits for a whole month. I left BB and Little B in the capable hands of Misery Guts on Sunday to go and write about their story, among others, and it really is an interesting one. There’s no doubt the world would be a different place if it were men who gave birth. The three dads are wearing 15kg ‘empathy bellies’ – the average weight of a full term pregnancy – day and night in the run up to Mother’s Day to see what it’s like for all us mums out there. […]

Mountain Buggy Protect review: it’s amazing what you can hold between your teeth

Maxi Cosi better watch its back. Mountain Buggy has entered the travel system market with a new group 0+ baby car seat from birth to 13kg (pictured). And boy, is it light. In case I haven’t harped on about it enough, we live in a fourth floor flat, which is one thing when you’ve got an independent three year old who can walk, but quite another when you’ve got said independent three year old AND a baby. Which is asleep in the car seat. And shopping. And wellington boots the independent three year old discarded in the hallway downstairs…you get the picture. It’s amazing what you can hold between your teeth. […]

By |February 18th, 2015|Baby, Family life, Money, Newborn, Parenting, Reviews|0 Comments

Dream job interview: my out-of-date noughties outfit was fine

These things are never as bad as you think they’re going to be, are they? Leaving Little B with Granny and going into central London and back again really wasn’t that bad, even though I did miss him terribly and it felt like we’d been apart an age. My stinking cold managed to contain itself for an hour or so, my out-of-date noughties outfit was fine (according to Gok flared trousers are actually back in), my boobs didn’t leak and instead of being the grilling I thought it would be the interview was more like a nice chat. And it’s fine just to work weekends. I start next Sunday. […]

By |February 13th, 2015|Baby, Breast feeding, Family life, Health, Newborn, Parenting, Work life|2 Comments

Abra-ca-Debora pancakes review: yum yum!

It’s Pancake Day, it’s Pancake Day it’s P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P Pancake Day! We LOVE pancake day in our house, so I thought [...]

By |February 9th, 2015|Baby, baking, Craft, Family life, Food, Health, Newborn, Parenting, Recipes, Reviews|4 Comments

Apple cakejacks: you MUST try this recipe!

I’ve been running out of things to feed BB. She’s hungry ALL the time. She’s even been waking up in the night saying she’s hungry. She hasn’t got worms (I checked) so I can only put it down to a mammoth growth spurt. I’ve upped the portion sizes of breakfast, lunch and tea but even so pudding after tea has been going on and on and on with repeated requests for ‘something else’. After finding myself resorting to biscuits on one too many occasions I’ve been baking some healthier alternatives in a bid to fill her up, and my latest discovery is a hit: apple cakejacks (pictured). They’re basically a cakey sort of flapjack with fresh apple through the middle and lots of cinnamon. Even better, they’re SUPER easy. I found the recipe in Mumsnet’s Top Bananas cook book, but thought I’d reprint it here in case you don’t have a copy. […]

By |February 6th, 2015|baking, Family life, Food, Health, Parenting, Recipes|4 Comments

Getting to the job interview has required military-style planning & industrial-scale milk pumping

I’ve got an interview for my dream job. It’s writing features on a freelance basis for a national newspaper (which for now will remain nameless). If you’d asked me when I was starting out as a lowly trainee reporter in the newsroom of a local paper where I’d like to end up, this is it. And it couldn’t have come at a worse time. With Little B almost 14 weeks old he still feeds every couple of hours. I work from home and coffee shops with the help of Granny, but we have no professional childcare so I can really only commit to an office-based job at weekends, when Misery Guts is on hand to take over. But when I saw the job advertised – it’s the first time there’s been an ad for this publication in more than two years – I couldn’t not apply. And now I’ve got an interview. Today. Which fills me with dread for a number of reasons: 1) I don’t have anything to wear 2) It’s based in central London = separation anxiety (for me, not Little B). We haven’t been that far apart geographically yet. When we left hospital with Little B I nearly had a panic attack when I temporarily lost sight of him because I couldn’t keep up with Misery Guts who charged on ahead as I waddled behind. 3) It involves re-entry into adult-only office life. Just the thought of the politics makes me shudder. 4) What if I get a leaky boob during the interview? As a result I had one too many white wine spritzers on Saturday night – not in celebration at landing the interview, but in sheer terror at the prospect of it. […]