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. […]
Dream job interview: my out-of-date noughties outfit was fine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 My stinking cold managed to contain itself for an hour or so, my out-of-date noughties outfit was fine (according to Gok flared trousers are actually back in), my boobs didn’t leak and instead of being the grilling I thought it would be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. […]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Thrupenny Bits nursing cushion – hands free breast feeding!
I used to think nursing pillows were one of those things they try and sell you but you don’t really [...]
Aldi and chinos aren’t words you’d expect to find in the same sentence
Aldi and chinos aren’t words you’d expect to find in the same sentence. Misery Guts and chinos aren’t either, more’s the pity. He’s more of a Levis man, but somehow the artfully dishevelled look on the mannequin in the shop translates to simply dishevelled owing to the fact he doesn’t iron anything. (One could argue this is partly my fault, as I avoid it at all costs. Frankly, life’s too short). So when Aldi asked us to review their new Men’s Classics range, which went into stores on January 22, I thought why not? […]
My bum is a depot for building my baby’s brain
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. […]
If my blog were a concert at the Sydney Opera House it would have sold out 5 times
I don’t know where on earth the time has gone, but this week I have been blogging for two years. Two whole years! It all started in January 2013 as I prepared to stop breast feeding 17 month old BB, and now, two years on, I’m breast feeding again. According to the nice people at WordPress, in 2014 Confessions of a Crummy Mummy was viewed 14,000 times by people in 102 different countries. Apparently, if it were a concert at the Sydney Opera House, it would take five sold out performances for that many people to see it. Which I think is pretty amazing. […]
I’ve been giving our baby drops of something I don’t EXACTLY know what is from a bottle I bought on the internet…
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. […]
How to make eye drops out of breast milk
It’s been almost two years since I first blogged about breast milk eye drops, and I’m at it again. Last [...]
I should have been more assertive and insisted on breast feeding
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. […]
The best Christmas present in the world ever: a 30 year old dolls house
After a two-week Christmas and new year break (bet you didn’t even notice) we’re back. And while we might be [...]
