I'm not really big on routine, but without a certain amount of basic organisation, you can't adult, much less parent. When I look back at the babyhood of my eldest child, who is now seven, I remember an unstructured, loved-up haze of breastfeeding, snuggling, more breastfeeding and more snuggling. It was bliss and I never… Continue reading Life With Lachie
Sometimes whilst preparing my nappy bag I fantasise that I'm packing for a month-long international holiday. Because with the amount of stuff I tote around on a daily, it can feel like that. But it is actually possible appear to be popping to the shops with your handbag. And your baby, of course. Over seven… Continue reading Nappy bag necessities.
It's 2.13 am. The house is silent. Silent that is, except for the angry wails and shouts exploding from my nine month old daughter's nursery. Baby girl is pissed. In fact I'm almost certain when I looked at the monitor screen I saw her give the camera The Ups (does anyone ever call it that… Continue reading In space no one can hear you scream. But four other people live in our house, so stop screaming.
Haircut day is the bane of my existence. The stuff nightmares are made of, that humiliating (and deafening) experience involving a wailing toddler sitting atop my knees, his head spinning from side to side Exorcist style, his hands swatting away the stylist’s clippers, his mouth a sticky mess of Mentos and clumped together blonde… Continue reading Toddler Haircuts, Necessary Evil?
(Guest post by my two-year-old.) Toddlers, are you tired of throwing those mundane, cliche tantrums day in, day out? You know the ones: The “I want a Chupa Chup at the Woollies checkout”, the “I don’t want to go nigh night”, and the “My legs are tired so I’m going to lay down in the… Continue reading The Toddler Tantrum Playbook
My husband pulls the most adorable (and totally transparent) Lying Face. I can’t tell you exactly what this entails, because…well…then he would know how to stop the Lying Face and I’d never catch him lying again! Der! Not that he’s big on fibbing. He’s the most truthful, direct person I know and that’s just one of the main… Continue reading The Lying Face
"I think you've got a little something under your eye... is it mascara?" My mum, Treasure, said to me as we sipped the cappuccinos she'd brought over last Saturday afternoon. "Oh, no, Mum", I said, delicately patting the skin under my eye. "Rosie got me". You see, breastfeeding (or cuddling, or holding) Rosie is like wrestling… Continue reading Oh no you didn’t, girl! What Rosie did next.
It's usually my two-year-old boy whose verbal language skills require a little assistance from me. My husband often asks "Mummy, what's he saying?" and in the blink of the eye, I translate the toddler talk into English, and everyone's happy. So I was recently stumped when my four-year-old son sat in his car seat saying something that… Continue reading “Mummy, I’m a sauce lid”. That awkward moment when you can’t understand your own kid.