There are several subjects I swore I’d never talk about on this blog. These include things that are too personal, too boring or, well, you know, too icky. I don’t think anyone wants to hear about the time that happened. Or anything about the strange thing after I gave birth. Or the intimate details of…
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Leaving the house with a 2-year-old, or 25 reasons why we’re always late
Read moreOK, I admit it. I’m frequently late. It’s a really unappealing habit*, I know. but I’m not quite sure how it happens. One minute there’s hours to go, and the next I’m sprinting down the road, hoping that time itself is incorrect. And it never is. Add a child into the mix and things get…
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The truth about two children
Read moreWhat’s the truth about two children? “You’re going to have your hands full!” a nurse told me at my very first antenatal appointment, on hearing it was my second baby. She would shortly jab me in the arm with a needle, so was probably only trying to distract me with small talk, but sheesh, thanks…
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Sock squirrelling, and other small things to remember
Read moreTaking your socks off at every given opportunity. Then hiding them in unexpected places around the house. Meaning I’m constantly on the hunt for matching mini pairs of socks. Eating everything you can get your hands on, then saying ‘Mummeee, I’m HUNgry.’ Calling being in the swing ‘flying.’
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Questions about children’s TV that no-one ever asks
Read moreDid you know the first full programme to be shown on BBC2, 50 years ago this week, was Playschool? It was actually an accident; a powercut meant the real first programme that went out the night before wasn’t seen by anyone. I love that the first programme to be shown on the more ‘serious’ BBC…
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Easter entertainment tactics for two-year-olds
Read moreIt’s finally Easter. What’s everyone doing for the long weekend? We’re escaping the building site to go on the train up to Sheffield (while our builder holidays in our bathroom, fingers crossed it’s finished soon). When E was little, train travel was like an instant sandman, and she’d sleep for the whole journey. Which was…
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Toddlers: the things no-one ever tells you
Read moreChildren don’t come with an instruction manual, do they? If the evolutionary process was so clever, you’d think that would have been rectified by now (Just imagine! “Congratulations Mr and Mrs Crawshaw! It’s a girl. Oh, and here’s the full, personalised manual, ‘What to do now, stages 0-18”). Of course, that would make it all too…
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