Separation anxiety has arrived in our house. Florence, who is just starting to explore the world around her, now wails like it’s ending if she can’t see me or isn’t being held. Oh baby, it seems like parting is unsweet sorrow.
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(Bed)room for two
Siblings sharing bedrooms…does it work? Is it a lovely and cosy vision of harmony, or a complete logistical nightmare? I ask because this is our future plan, but we’re staying my parent’s house this week and I’m still recovering from this evening’s attempts to get both girls to go to sleep in one room. They were…
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Home, and away
We are home from our holiday, having had an amazing time and a insane amount of fun. Bizarrely, we seemed to take a toddler and a small baby and returned with one water-loving small adult and one young child with lots of hair. Why do holidays make your children grow so much?
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Things I don’t miss about life before children
Are we too negative about motherhood? Everything I seem to read now is about how boring it is, or how much you have to give up and sacrifice, or how things become tricky and complicated when you have children. Clearly, lots of people are missing a trick. Along with all the good stuff you…
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We need to talk about the post-pregnancy rage…
We *really* need to talk about the post-pregnancy rage… Warning: contains mildly cross content… The trip on the post-partum emotional roller coaster can be a bumpy ride, can’t it? There are so many highs and lows, often all at once. There’s the post-birth elation and exhaustion, then the tired and tearful joys starting on day…
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Packing for two…plus two
Oh, the places you’ll go. But first there’s packing. When you have two children it’s a process that takes so long it starts before you’ve actually booked the holiday. Whereas packing for just two is purely done on fun (how many bikinis can I justify taking? Oh, here’s one more. Do I need another…
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What not to do when you’re sleep deprived
It’s a place where toddlerisms make sense but not much else, where everything is all at once a bit too dull, and a bit too bright, you forget your own name, why you are standing in front of the fridge and even why you went into the kitchen in the first place. Welcome to the…