Now, I don’t consider myself a sickly person, bar the twice-yearly case of man-flu that seems to descend on our house. And you know what? That’s a bloody good job.…
Come Friday I will have a big, grown up FOUR year old. Our baby boy Freddie, our much-loved guinea pig child will have been on this planet for four whole…
* Okay, I raise my hand and confess- my name is Becky and I’m a routineaholic. Call me anal, but whilst I adore Christmas and all that comes with it-…
So, it finally happened. There I was, sitting in Starbucks having coffee with my neighbour, who has children of a similar age to myself, when the conversation inevitably turned to…
The other day, whilst on holiday, I was standing watching Freddie and Sasha tear around the soft play area in Butlins. What struck me most (besides the ear-piercing screaming) was…
This last week has been one of those very mixed weeks, where I’ve had days that have been, frankly, crap, and others where I’ve been ‘woohoo’! The crap has been…
I’ve been meaning to write one of these posts for ages, as a little diary to look back on for us to remember what the children were like/what they were…
*Clue, it’s hard! One of the many parenting cliches bleated at you before you have children, along with “babies should be sleeping through the night by 6 months”, and “sleep…
When I was pregnant with Freddie, I planned to do what lots of enthusiastic middle class mums-to-be did- join the NCT, attend ante-natal classes, shit my baby out in a…
