The annoying thing about men …
It is a truth universally acknowledged that men really can be a complete pain in the arse. I am not trying to be deliberately offensive or sexist, it is simply an observation of mine that is based on my husband…
It is a truth universally acknowledged that men really can be a complete pain in the arse. I am not trying to be deliberately offensive or sexist, it is simply an observation of mine that is based on my husband…
I am sure I am not the first person and I will not be the last, but when is a good time to let children go out to play? When I say out to play, I mean out of the…
Earlier this evening, I was lying on the bean bags watching a little bit of television with my two-year-old daughter and the answer to that question came to me. She got up and threw herself at me, put her arms…
Today is my little girl’s first morning at playgroup. She is two. She is absolutely and definitely the last child to be produced by this worn out old body. She is a happy, confident, chatty sociable little girl and I…
Yes I know she is cuter than me, probably has nicer clothes than me, definitely looks a lot better on t-shirts than me, but do you know what, along with her sisters of consumerism: Peppa Pig and Minnie Mouse, I’m…
It has been a whole new ball game for me having a little girl. With my first three pregnancies, I instinctively knew that they were boys. It made things easier in some ways. Although they are all completely unique and…
I was going to call this post; ‘Mobile phones are bad for your children’, but I thought that that might be misleading as I have little knowledge of the effects of mobile phones on children. Well apart from one that…
It’s like flicking a light switch, isn’t it? One day your lovely reasonable, calm, affectionate two year old goes to sleep and then wakes up with a personality transplant. Gone is the calm and lovely child. Also gone is the…
It is that time of year, where we spend time with our loved ones and indulge in copious amounts of food and alcohol, whilst sitting on our bottoms in a nice warm house and I don’t know about you, exercise…