D is for Details E is for Embrace F is for Football Join in with The Alphabet Photography Project:
So last week a couple of things happened that made me a little sad. One was that Jake, at 15 weeks old, was now wearing 6-9 month size clothes, causing me to bag up all his smaller bits he would no longer need. The other was that my not so little bundle of joy was… Continue reading the last firsts
Lovely fellow blogger Chelle of The Mumington Post recently wrote a post entitled ‘I’m the mum who…’ as part of a chain of bloggers all doing the same, and she nominated me to write one too. The posts are basically a kind of ‘getting to know you’ exercise, where mums share a few points about… Continue reading i’m the mum who….
I love taking photos (and my phone keeps telling me its memory is nearly full) and although I stick a lot of them on social media, all too few of them end up on my blog. Now I’m coming out of the newborn haze a bit and I’m back into blogging again, I’ve resolved to… Continue reading the alphabet photography project: a is for art
As September is drawing to a close, and it’s now officially Autumn, our first summer as a family of four already seems a distant memory. Before Joe started school this month and Daddy also had to go back to work after his well-timed teacher’s summer holiday of paternity leave, we made the most of our… Continue reading review: a summer of babymule adventures
I wrote a version of this post for my Evening Chronicle column this week but was limited by my word count (and the fact that Jake had gone back to sleep so I did too). Here’s a fuller version. What do you get up to during the obligatory night feeds? You join me in the… Continue reading things to do at 4am
Does anybody else’s child talk the hind legs off everybody you come across wherever you go? Shop assistants, checkout operators, waiting staff, next-door neighbours, other passengers on the Metro – nobody is safe from my son and his never-ending stream of verbal consciousness. Whatever’s in his brain comes tumbling immediately out of his mouth. “Do… Continue reading raising a chatterbox