Do you know that poem about how you don’t own your children? When I read it for the first time, pregnant with Lil’ L, a little more than five years ago, I found it hard to comprehend. How would I not feel ownership of someone whom I made, who for the longest time (so far) […]
We are back – and with us the dreaded jet lag. Funnily (not really funny) though, it seems to only have affected the Pea. Whilst the rest of the family could happily snooze day & night, the Pea wakes every couple of hours with a startled scream, yelling at the top of her lungs. With […]
I had a conversation with my mother-in-law recently, during which she referred to those days when the kids are really small and you sleep way too little as ‘those days with balcony moments’. You know, when in the middle of the night after what feels like the one thousandth night in a row you find […]
It was untypically mild on that Saturday in London seven years ago today. Big M and I met up in Hyde Park and went for a walk, followed by coffee at Ottomezzo on Westbourne Grove (they have since moved to Thackeray Street in Kensington). We shared a packet of Haribos (the remains of it live […]
There must be some truth to it if it’s written on a T-shirt, right? Sorry, I just couldn’t resist. I had a couple of lousy days with one child vomiting, another one having a bit of an attitude problem (is puberty at four years of age possible?), a nanny on holiday, schools off for Christmas (since […]
Lil’ L: And if I have a baby boy, I am going to call him Jesus. Jesus is a nice name (pauses). I know, (face lights up) and when he’s dead, he’s going to have another little angel Jesus to play with in the sky (beams). They’re going to have so much fun.
My 4-year-old came home from school the other day, declaring that girls couldn’t be doctors. They had to be nurses. Only boys could be doctors.
You know, when they tell you that this trip you are about to embark on can change your life. When you laugh a little and shrug it off, half amused and half scared that maybe, it will. Because how can seven short days change what has taken more than 37 years to become what it […]
After 15 months of virtually no sleep, my friend D and his wife decided to call in the big guns: a sleep trainer had been appointed, and finally, rest returned to the sleep deprived family. I an attempt to be funny, I suggested to the panda-eyed father that now would be a good time to […]
It’s a year ago today. The day I chose to go into hospital to have my baby cut out of me. The day I had the most amazing birth imaginable.
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