A [usually] humorous parenting blog documenting life with one year old Tibbons, using some of that spare time I definitely don't have but can still just about remember!
What breastfeeding is not

What breastfeeding is not

There has been a lot of debate and coverage in the media recently about breastfeeding, particularly in public – the etiquette, niceties and so on and so forth. Having read so much about what breastfeeding is and how it should be practised, I thought I’d take an alternative approach and...
Getting crafty

Getting crafty

As you’ll know if you read my “About” page, I am in awe of the mothers and fathers up and down the land who think nothing of getting down to wonderfully creative crafting with their kids, usually on a weekly basis if Pinterest is anything to go by. And as...
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Christmas shopping with children - a parents' survival guide

Christmas shopping with children – a parents’ survival guide

We all know that Christmas comes with its stresses – shopping for presents surely being chief amongst them or at least level pegging with having to see people you’d really rather not. Add (small) children into the shopping basket (as it were) and, well, you’re likely to end up feeling like last year’s hastily packed away...
Confessions of a miscarried mind

Confessions of a miscarried mind

Scrolling through my Facebook feed and up pops another black and white confirmation that not all pregnancies end the way my last one did. The happiness I feel for others’ joy at such a special time is tempered by the sorrow I feel for my own little babies who didn’t make it, my own sadness...

The two week wait (for a blog post)

They say life mirrors art and vice versa – well, if we can pretend for a moment that my writing is art, there’s been a two week wait for a post on the blog and a little over a two week wait to see whether my period would arrive (damn those long cycles). And now...
Bedtime stage directions

Bedtime stage directions

We recently left Tibbons overnight with his grandparents for the first time and they very sensibly asked us to write down an approximation of his bedtime routine. This isn’t what I gave them, but I kind of wish I had! Any familiar scenes in your house? The Bedtime Play – Stage Directions Set: A child’s bedroom –...
Introduction of shared parental leave - because sharing is caring!

Introduction of shared parental leave – because sharing is caring!

As you’ll know if you read my recent post on the matter, we’re hoping to add to our number at Time Towers – I therefore declare a definite interest in this post! We’re taking a laid back approach (I promise that pun was not intended, even if it’s true) so naturally I think about it...
NT'ing NP'ing and TMI'ing

NT’ing NP’ing and TMI’ing

Okay, so you’d be forgiven for thinking that that blog title was the result of Tibbons standing on the keyboard of my MacBook Air and giving it a good foot mashing (he does do that by the way – you should see my face when he does, the MacBook Air is like a well loved...
The art of storytelling - my inspiration

The art of storytelling – my inspiration

If you look closely you’ll see that this post was published rather late in the day. I had meant to write it earlier on but then a funny* thing happened. *When I say funny, I mean at least mildly amusing. I was putting Tibbons to bed – flying solo this evening as Daddy-O is out...
Time - it really doesn't wait

Time – it really doesn’t wait

Time, it’s like sand, the harder you try to grasp hold of it, the quicker it slips through your fingers. As a parent, so much of my life is measured in time, it’s rare that I don’t have some mental note or notion about how long I’m going to be doing what I’m doing right...
That's what mummys are made of

That’s what mummys are made of

Poo under fingernails and clothes with snot trails, that’s what mummys are made of. Or at least this one is, relatively frequently. Not my own poo or snot, I hasten to add, no, on this occasion it is somehow more socially acceptable to be smeared and daubed with another’s secretions, provided that other is your...
Err, because sharing is caring, right?

Err, because sharing is caring, right?

As a parent who works and one who also relies on grandparents to look after my son, I accept that I can’t always have things my own way and that Tibbons will experience a range of parenting styles. I’m okay with that (it’s made easier because the grandparents in question don’t depart from our views...
Build the brand

Build the brand

I like writing, love it in fact. Wherever you find me a pen and paper will not be far away, even in situations where the idea that they might be needed seems hopelessly optimistic – like a crowded tube carriage, say. Or a children’s birthday party. They’re my trusty companions, allowing me to invent, create,...
Another kind of milestone

Another kind of milestone

In my weekly column for the Brighton & Hove Independent, I recently wrote about the sort of milestones that you’d really rather your children didn’t reach, then Daddy-O and I booked a night away, just the two of us and it got me thinking about the other side of the coin – milestones you reach...