A Toy Story

Toys. Toys absolutely everywhere. Big toys. Small toys. Plastic toys. Wooden toys. Noisy toys. Messy toys. Incomplete toys. Aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!!  When I was faced with packing a few toys for our holiday I couldn’t really put my finger on what I’d seen our two daughters enjoying lately as they’d just been sorting of flitting from toy…

Dentists, denial & the Dummy Fairy

On Tuesday this week our (rather dashing) dentist showed me how Rose’s pearly whites have been affected by her having a dummy when she sleeps. When he asked her to bite her teeth together at our routine check-up I could immediately see that her beautiful little top and bottom teggies don’t meet at the front….

Mumxiety 

This week alone, I have read online about: hand, foot and mouth disease (a vile infection involving painful ulcers forming on tiny faces, inside mouths, on hands and feet and fingernails subsequently falling off), Meningitis killing a baby girl of only 15 months (in a disturbingly cruel twist she was also the 17th baby her…

Mind The Gap

Last week I read an article which posed the question to it’s readers: “What’s the perfect age gap between siblings?” Thankfully, common sense prevailed and most people commented how ‘the perfect age gap’ was, in fact, totally subjective and also – more importantly – often something way beyond our control. As is the way with…

Two and Done. 

In my (limited) experience, there is something about your child’s first birthday which makes your womb yelp “Helloooooo!! I’m still here!! And I’m empty!!” We only ever wanted two children. We have two children. We are incredibly lucky to have two children. (I like to remind myself of this quite frequently).  Bar any potential mishaps…

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…

Growing pains

At the end of this month our youngest daughter, Willow, turns one. I’m pretty sure she’s also only a handful of weeks away from walking, based on her current love of being up on her feet and her frequent cruising along the furniture. And just a hop, skip and four short days after her first…

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…

On the other hand

So it’s been one day since my ‘ganglionectomy’ (yep, actually a word, meaning ‘the surgical removal of a ganglion cyst’, this one being named Gordon and previously residing on my left wrist) and this is what I’ve discovered today regarding looking after two small children with the use of only one hand: – You cannot…

The Fun Police 

It’s after 7pm and there’s laughter coming from the garden. Daddy T is bounding around on the trampoline with Rose. It’s bedtime. Sure, she’s happy – at this moment in time. But she no longer naps and she’s had a very, very busy day. I absolutely love watching them play. However I am sadly all…

Threenagers: The Awful Truth

When De La Soul sang “3, that’s the magic number”, they clearly hadn’t experienced life with a three year old child. Magical is a far cry from where we are at right now. I just want to preface this blog with a note to say: I love my daughter very much. So much it hurts….