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Fancy winning a year’s supply of Huggies baby wipes, a £500 Asda gift card or a Disney hamper? Then all [...]
Fancy winning a year’s supply of Huggies baby wipes, a £500 Asda gift card or a Disney hamper? Then all [...]
Just when you’ve settled nicely into a routine, it’s time to change it again and get used to a new [...]
Didn’t Kate look amazing when she left hospital less than 10 hours after giving birth? I too left hospital around 10 hours [...]
It's official: I'm a Huggies brand ambassador! And Little B is delighted, as you can see (pictured). Yesterday Little B [...]
The idea of the nuclear family – mum, dad and two point something kids living together – is being stretched [...]
It’s almost six months since I’ve been back pounding the pavements following the birth of Little B, so I thought [...]
It turns out we couldn’t have picked a better week to have our first holiday of the year – a [...]
The new shared parental leave policy comes into force next week. Having just returned from maternity leave, I don’t think [...]
We’ve had a sobering email from BB’s preschool. After Easter they’re going to start introducing phonics and teaching the children [...]
Four months, seven days and 10 hours: that’s how long it’s been since I last had a full nights’ sleep. [...]
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 [...]
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. […]
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 My stinking cold managed to contain itself for an hour or so, my out-of-date noughties outfit was fine (according to Gok flared trousers are actually back in), my boobs didn’t leak and instead of being the grilling I thought it would be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. […]
I’ve got an interview for my dream job. It’s writing features on a freelance basis for a national newspaper (which [...]
I used to think nursing pillows were one of those things they try and sell you but you don’t really [...]