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!
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...
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...
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...
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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...
You can't have it all, can you?

You can’t have it all, can you?

Okay folks, I’m doing that thing I sometimes do on here – adopting a serious tone for a heartfelt post where I try to get my scrambled thoughts down on your screen and mine in the hope that either: a) I can make some sense of them, or b) you can tell me that I’m...
Mum-upmanship

Mum-upmanship

Ever heard of “mum-upmanship”? It’s like one upmanship but, you know, with mums (or dads, but sadly “dad” doesn’t rhyme with “one” as well as mum does). You know the sort of thing – your little Harry’s just started to say “Hello”, their little Larry’s already added the French, Japanese and Spanish versions to his...
The art form that is nappy changing

The art form that is nappy changing

Many elements of parenting are something of an art form – take for instance the “carry from car to bed while sleeping” manoeuvre – it’s the very definition of poetry in motion, non? The biggest art form of them all though is surely the nappy change? Those with children under six months may be raising...
Precocious much?

Precocious much?

Kids… don’t you just hate them sometimes? Not your own precious darlings of course, they’re sweeter than sweet, (apart from when they’re being harder than hard), they’re cuter than cute. No, it’s everyone else’s who are the problem. I’ve countless examples and I’m sure you do too. Like the girl who came up to me,...
Miscarriage happens to dads too

Miscarriage happens to dads too

At the risk of trying your patience, dear reader, I have another post about miscarriage that I want to share with you. You see, I’ve told a handful of close friends what happened this time (and the three hundred-odd of you who read my posts about it of course) and the support I’ve received has been...
Book review: The Judas Scar by Amanda Jennings

Book review: The Judas Scar by Amanda Jennings

I received a free copy of The Judas Scar by Amanda Jennings for the purposes of this review – all opinions are my own. The Judas Scar focuses on the lives and experiences of Will, his wife Harmony and Will’s childhood friend Luke. Will and Luke haven’t seen each other since their schoolboy days but find their lives increasingly...
Get real: advice from Mummy K

Get real: advice from Mummy K

Parenting is a process, a journey if you will. You start from a position of almost total ignorance, slightly less so if you have younger siblings or nieces and nephews, I guess, but even then, you’re pretty much a parenting ignoramus. Then you take your baby home and each time you start to feel like...
Making mistakes

Making mistakes

In one sense at least, being a parent is no different to most things in life – we don’t get it right all of the time. Sometimes we make mistakes, say or do the wrong thing or inadvertently add to our children’s distress rather than taking it away. So besides feeling guilty when that happens, what...