Recently, a friend of mine told me about a parenting book she was reading. It advocated that you should simply play with your child for as long as you can manage without negativity, stress or barriers forming between you in the game. This could be an hour. It could be…
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Trains and toddlers. The stuff of nightmares normally. For example, I’m writing this on the 4.30 home from Paddington right now, which is packed, full of raging people throwing passive aggressive chat at each other for taking their not actually reserved reserved seats. I need the loo possibly more than…
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We are (hashtag) blessed in Bristol with some small businesses that have become synonymous with living here and enjoying the city. For example, if you love your food and don’t use Wriggle, you’re a bit bonkers, and the coffee as kindness giving app, huggg is perfectly lovely. Every butcher, baker,…
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Sometimes, memories come so suddenly and so strongly, they hit you like an avalanche. Last week, the weather forecast, promising snow, transported me, despite the dreary nature of my car journey, back to being a small child, on a rare snow day with my family. We had a red sledge.…
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A lot (too much) has been said about how motherhood changes you. Not enough could ever be said about how motherhood makes you lonely. I’m often lonely. I’m lonely in a crowded room. I’m lonely here, writing, the fridge humming and the dog mouth-breathing like a fat gibbon. I’m lonely at…
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My eldest, now in Reception, is going through a phase, driven a lot by the new things she’s encountering at school. Every day, it’s about JoJo Bows (if you want my honest opinion on these, please get in touch!) and clip-ons, and sparkly cat ears on headbands. I want, I…
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People talk about the smell of babies. Inhaling as your lips brush the top of your children’s heads. Knowing their fragrant little beings. My favourite smell in the whole world is the smell of woodsmoke in my daughter’s hair. She gets it from forest school. Tibbs was at a forest…
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Apologies for being relatively quiet, I’m so bloody tired. I have it easy on the sleep front compared to many of you, but eight weeks of precisely 4.45am is officially ageing me. Am dreading the clocks going back. Anyway, October’s looking awesome. I’m not going to even attempt a half…
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I love writing posts like this. I get sent so many brilliant things to tell you all about, and this is, hopefully, one of those lists that’ll have you making a list of cool stuff to do this weekend, and have you making all your friends move here, if they…
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Chaos. Total lip-biting, toe-curling chaos. That was how I’d describe bedtime with two in the first twelve weeks of Flinders’ life. For about half the week, because my husband works away sometimes, or can be late home, I do solo bedtime. You all know how that can be. You come…
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