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Honestly, you start parenthood thinking that pregnancy and labour plus perhaps the early days are going to be the tricky bit and that once you’ve got that sussed it’s all going to be a breeze from that point on. Or perhaps that is just me? At no point did I realise that the older they . . . → Read More: Nativity plays for the uninitiated parent 
Really? Just a mother? Do you even know what stupidity you are displaying by calling someone ‘just’ a mother? Have you any idea what the job description involves? What a mother actually does? Have you? Tsk. Ok so to clear up any confusion, here is a list of what just a mother will do . . . → Read More: The Friday Rant Club – just a mother? 
How do you know how many children are the right number of children for your family? How do you know when your family is complete? I just don’t know if this trying for a third baby is the right thing to carry on doing. I don’t know when, or if, we should be stopping . . . → Read More: Is 2 the magic number? 
Really must stop reading the paper over the shoulder of fellow commuters on my way into work. Not just because people get upset when they realise what you’re doing but mostly because I find myself reading things I’d usually cross the road to avoid. I read in the Telegraph one parent’s use of an . . . → Read More: Are we really raising narcissists who eat like Alsatians? 
Although given that Littler is now 2 it probably isn’t babywearing… This last week Littler has had man flu – the type of man flu where she wants to be held all the time. As in all the time. As in screaming, wailing and shouting when she isn’t held all the time. Yes, when . . . → Read More: Babywearing rocks (or how to survive man flu) 
It is incredible how life has changed in the last 2 years. In fact wind back 2 years and one day and we weren’t even sure if she’d survive being born. But she did and she’s carved out a unique Littler-shaped space in our lives. Our little two finger sucking, determined, won’t be left . . . → Read More: 2 years old! Happy birthday Littler 
The witching hour is that terrible time at the end of the day. The part which starts around 5pm and keeps going until they go to bed. It covers tidy up time, tea time, bath time and bed time. It doesn’t take much for any of those to be a terrible time. So how . . . → Read More: How to survive the witching hour (1)
Our two are at the stage where they are most like Labrador puppies – very physical, momentarily affectionate and then getting a touch too close and ending up squealing. To be honest it can be a little wearing. Not least because whatever one is doing the other absolutely has to do right then and . . . → Read More: Best friends I wasn’t going to write this but a couple of days on and I am still cross; make that very cross. I realise that to the person in question it’s just a fly away comment. Something quickly tapped out on a keyboard and not thought about again. Despite that it remains there in black . . . → Read More: Get off your high horse & stop judging me Of course one of the delights of parenting is that moment when you realise that finally you are going to have to face up and talk about their um, you know, well, bits. It’s all very well being an adult and having worried about the correct term for these bits of your anatomy but . . . → Read More: Bits & pieces & what do you call them?  |
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