Like Mother, like daughters… 

Lately, as their personalities have developed, I’ve noticed some pretty vast differences between my two daughters. My eldest, Rose, is three and a half and ridiculously intelligent – with a big dollop of ’emotional’ firmly in the mix. She loves to learn new things but worries far too much. Her little sister, Willow, is almost…

The Bed Invader

Our eldest daughter has developed a fondness of sleeping in our bed. Smack, bang in the middle of our bed, right in-between us. When I say ‘a fondness of sleeping in our bed’ what I mean is, she despises being in her own bed post-2am. Actual hatred. Screaming, hysterical hatred. She goes to sleep calmly…

Pre-conceived Parenting

We all have pre-conceived ideas of what parenting will be like. What sort of parent we would like to be, the morals we will be taking into parenthood should we be lucky enough to pro-create and the list of things We. Absolutely. Would. Never. Ever. Do.  For me, pre-children, that list included: using dummies, bed…

Social Media Salt

About a year ago, I ‘unfriended’ an old school acquaintance on Facebook. My reason for this cull from the life inside my phone? She was just so damn happy. She lives abroad, has a rich husband and two beautiful children who she gets to raise herself (thanks to the rich husband, I’m assuming) and spends…

Body image, BMI & bacon sarnies

Last week on social media I noticed a post about size 20 model Tess Holliday. There she was, covered in only a white sheet, a tattooed vision of chunky-thighed, red-haired, confident pregnant woman. Most commenters were praising her for having a positive body image and for promoting the notion that ‘big is beautiful’. However there…

Pink for a girl, blue for a boy… 

“Aww he’s so cute!!” “She, actually, but thank you. Her name is Willow” “Oh well, forgive me but she isn’t wearing pink!!” “And?!?” Research tells me that in the 1800s all babies wore white. Pastel baby clothes were introduced gradually throughout the mid-nineteenth century but the colours weren’t gender-specific at first. In fact:    It…

Making a New Mum Friend: 5 easy steps

Meeting like-minded Mums and forging new friendships can be a challenge, particularly if you’re from a small town or village and people are a bit set in their ways/cliquey/knobheadish – however, Mum friends are essential to surviving parenthood and every now and again you might just spot someone who you think could be well worth…

Parenting Guilt: killing confidence since the dawn of time

Things I have felt guilty about this week include: – formula feeding (creeps in on an almost-daily basis, that one) – early weaning – lack of exercise (me) – level of chocolate consumption (me)  – amount of TV watched (kids) – not enough vegetables eaten (all of us) – using heaps of shop-bought purée  –…

Judgement Day

I’m not really sure if I was judgemental before I became a parent, or if parenting has just given me more to be judgemental about, but it’s true. I judge people. I hold strong opinions on lots of parenting choices. I don’t imagine any of these opinions are particularly surprising – for example, I don’t…