I swear he’s more awake than he lets on, and he swears he isn’t

This is a short rant about sleep (or lack of). Last night I was up no less than six times [...]

Win a year’s supply of Huggies baby wipes!

Fancy winning a year’s supply of Huggies baby wipes, a £500 Asda gift card or a Disney hamper? Then all [...]

Ella’s Kitchen finger food review: let weaning commence!

Just when you’ve settled nicely into a routine, it’s time to change it again and get used to a new [...]

There was absolutely no sign of the necessary big pants: where was Kate’s VPL?

Didn’t Kate look amazing when she left hospital less than 10 hours after giving birth? I too left hospital around 10 hours [...]

I’m officially a Huggies ‘mumbassador’!

It's official: I'm a Huggies brand ambassador! And Little B is delighted, as you can see (pictured). Yesterday Little B [...]

By |May 1st, 2015|Baby, Beauty, Breast feeding, Family life, Health, News|0 Comments

New nuclear, blended or klingon: what type of family are you?

The idea of the nuclear family – mum, dad and two point something kids living together – is being stretched [...]

Post baby running update: six months after the birth

It’s almost six months since I’ve been back pounding the pavements following the birth of Little B, so I thought [...]

Who’d have thought the best bit about a holiday could be a break from pumping milk?

It turns out we couldn’t have picked a better week to have our first holiday of the year – a [...]

Shared parental leave: it could easily end in divorce

The new shared parental leave policy comes into force next week. Having just returned from maternity leave, I don’t think [...]

Is it ok to go straight from the school run to the pub?

We’ve had a sobering email from BB’s preschool. After Easter they’re going to start introducing phonics and teaching the children [...]

By |March 25th, 2015|Baby, Books, Breast feeding, Family life, Parenting, Reading, School|0 Comments

Elemis cellular recovery skin bliss capsules review: tiny but fabulous

Four months, seven days and 10 hours: that’s how long it’s been since I last had a full nights’ sleep. [...]

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. […]

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

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. […]