This is going to sound crazy but I’m being harassed by the BMX Bandits. Except some of them ride scooters instead of bikes and they’re all much younger than those guys in the photo above. And no-one has crazy Nicole Kidman hair. And none of them smile at me. Ever. And there are way more […]
Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I had two sons but all I ever wanted in the world was a daughter? Yep. True story. Even though it is wildly redundant to do so, I will preface this by saying I am truly, madly and deeply in love with my sons. Of course […]
That’s me with baby Zee. Freshly baked and just smelling like heaven. You know that amazing smell? Newborns. There is truly nothing like them. I have been blessed to be able to breastfeed with the minimum of drama. Both of my sons just knew what to do. Which was a relief because I sure as […]
There was a time when we did the Valentine’s Day thing and did it up right. The first year we were together, B sent an impressive bunch of roses to me at work. In that moment, he managed to tick both the crucial Valentine boxes – he sent me flowers and he sent them where […]
1950 The little girl is excited. She has been invited to a birthday party and when you are five years old, a birthday party is a very exciting thing. But the little girl doesn’t feel well. She has a pain in the tummy. Such a terrible pain. As she walks home from school, all she can […]
I am definitely not the mum I thought I was going to be. In some ways, I am much better. I fell into life with a newborn quite naturally. For the most part, LD was a chilled baby. I was a chilled mumma – mostly. It surprised me and I think it surprised others, too. […]
What I want is a new handbag. I want a new bag that is all about form and nothing about function. I want this bag to be stupidly gorgeous and impractical in the extreme. It should not have a dedicated area for nappies and wipes. It does not require an insulated pocket for bottles. It […]
There’s a stereotype that says that Jewish mothers are constantly overfeeding their children. Greek and Italian mothers have an almost identical stereotype. But I submit that all mothers are food pushers. When my kids eat, I lose my mind with happiness. Zee is one year old and a few months back, the sight of him […]
