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 [...]
It turns out we couldn’t have picked a better week to have our first holiday of the year – a [...]
Easter has come early in our house. In fact most seasonal events – Halloween, Christmas, Pancake Day etcetera - tend [...]
There’s nothing like a good shock to wake you up in the morning. I went into BB’s bedroom one morning [...]
Cold pressed, ready to drink fresh detox juice delivered straight to your door. Doesn’t that sound fantastic? There’s never been [...]
Four months, seven days and 10 hours: that’s how long it’s been since I last had a full nights’ sleep. [...]
It’s a good question, because at around £13 per class they’re not cheap. Although I took BB swimming regularly when [...]
As a journalist I meet all sorts of people from all walks of life. This week I met a mum, [...]
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 My stinking cold managed to contain itself for an hour or so, my out-of-date noughties outfit was fine (according to Gok flared trousers are actually back in), my boobs didn’t leak and instead of being the grilling I thought it would be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. […]
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 [...]
I’ve been running out of things to feed BB. She’s hungry ALL the time. She’s even been waking up in the [...]
Excellent news: curvier girls produce brainier children. I’m not joking. Scientists have this week said that the fat found in our bums helps to build our babies brains because fat cells in our derrieres are ‘routed’ directly towards them. Apparently these ‘fat banks’ are depots for building a baby’s brain via breast feeding, and women with larger stores of fat are likely to produce brainer children. And there was me turning my back on a rather lovely looking slice of blueberry frangipane in the coffee shop yesterday, which really did have my name on it. […]
After weeks of nightmare evenings and nights with Little B wreathing around in discomfort I’ve started to give him something to help with the griping pain. I had hoped the phase would pass without third party help, but I couldn’t stand it any longer. I visited Boots but came away empty handed when I read the ingredients in the likes of Infacol and Gripe Water – there are more E numbers than you can shake a stick at. Rather than giving him something to treat the symptoms (mega wind, gas, tummy as tight as a drum) I want to get to the root of the problem, so am starting with a probiotic to try and balance out whatever’s going on in his tummy. I opted for BioGaia drops after a reader kindly recommended them, although rather than paying the full £14.99 I bought them from eBay for under £10 instead. […]
It’s been almost two years since I first blogged about breast milk eye drops, and I’m at it again. Last [...]
Little B’s gorgeous, podgy legs are now sporting a pair of plasters thanks to the administration of his 8 week jabs (pictured). It was an ordeal, in more ways than one. As if getting us all up, breakfasted, dressed and out of the door by 9.15am wasn’t bad enough, it was raining cats and dogs and we had no option but to go on foot. In order to get to the surgery in the fastest possible time and avoid unnecessary drenching, there was nothing for it but to put BB in the pushchair with the rain cover (I was hoping her pushchair days were over) and Little B in the papoose, under the cover of my coat. We couldn’t have got any wetter. The rain was so torrential (and too windy to attempt balancing an umbrella on my head/shoulders while pushing) it soaked through my coat and onto Little B within minutes, and we arrived literally dripping. […]