‘Mummy, when am I getting chicken hox?’ – Eliza ‘Isn’t it funny that neither of them have had the pox? When’s it going to happen?’ Me to Alex, Alex to me, many times ‘Can you come and get Florence please, she’s covered in spots’ – Nursery, yesterday
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On sickness and sofa days
Signs my child was ill: #1: she refused toast #2: she refused my toast #3: I handed her my iPhone and she wasn’t interested Poor Eliza! She’s been struck down with the dreaded lurgy since Tuesday. She did seem vastly better yesterday, but then had a sudden relapse early evening, and indeed we were up…
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Baby, it’s cold outside…
…it’s also cold inside, despite having had the heating on all day (that’s Victorian conversions for you – when we lived in a new build in Balham we had the heating on about three times in two years). It has been sickness central over here, with all three of us suffering from various ailments –…
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On the whole world of parenting worry
Oh, the world of parenting worry. So we somehow have a seven-month old baby; when did that happen? And so far each of those seven months have been filled with firsts, and most of them have been great (like her first proper giggle, the first time she rolled over and the first time she sat…