The first time we introduced our son to 'Roomba', I thought he was going to run up my husband's trouser leg. He scrambled across the floor like a spider trying to escape a glass cupping. Since then, he hasn't exactly become fond of the little robot, but they do seem to have come to some… Continue reading Day 8: The Baby and the Robot
The pine candle is lit; the fairy lights are sparkling; the snow globe is snowing; It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! After feeling the Thanksgiving cheer of delicious food, Santa themed films and being curled up in our cosy home while temperatures plummeted, we decided it was the perfect time to dust off… Continue reading Day 7: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!
Being a mother is hard. There, I said it. There are days when I feel so much love for my son that I think my heart might spontaneously combust. Then there are days when I want to walk out of the house, get a cup of coffee and pretend it’s just me again. No child,… Continue reading Day 6: Mothering Tips From My Hairdresser
Often, when I read these articles, I see posts pop up from parents who are unable to get their children to nap at all. I usually read these snippets with a smug sense of: 'Ahhh, that's not me; I must be a better parent; I've clearly got this s**t down...' Have I hell got this s**t down.
Parenting is work One thing I didn't bargain for on becoming a mother is that parenting is relentless. Rewarding, but relentless all the same; babies can do little for themselves. They can't use the toilet, they can't put clothes on (they can, incidentally, take clothes off, but this is usually less than useful) and they struggle… Continue reading Day 3: “She likes to cook a bit”
I believe my son is training for this goal. To help him achieve his feat, he likes to practice daily the art of removing and eating his socks, to ensure he is mismatching at all times. Removing socks After my third hot flash of the day, as my slippery toddler squirms out of my grip… Continue reading Day 1: Apparently, “82% of young men wear odd socks at least once a week.”
Kids make life chaotic I look around my kitchen; I see dirty socks and bibs, unwashed dishes, scrunched up tea towels and unread magazines. My floor is strewn with pieces of splattered fish and potato and there's one lone shoe. I know I've got about 90 minutes until he wakes again. Before I had my… Continue reading Kids Change Everything
It's quiet. How long do I have? I check the clock. He's had 30 minutes. Will this be a long nap or a short one? I rush to shower. I dress, but wonder 'How important is make-up today?' Is it worth those extra few precious minutes? I begin applying eyeshadow. I try to still my… Continue reading Mindful Moments
A couple of weeks ago my friend and I went for a birthday dinner at The Schoolhouse in Cannondale. The Schoolhouse is a small, but perfectly formed treasure in the heart of the historic Cannondale village. I wrote a piece on Cannondale a few weeks back and in 2017 The Wilton Bulletin featured an article… Continue reading A Rare Night Off