Today is the second time I've flown solo with my son. Last time he was 10 months old; now, he is just approaching 14 months. The feature picture is him playing in the airport lounge before we boarded on our last trip. Shortly after this picture was taken, I took my eyes off him for… Continue reading Day 25: Baby & Mama Flying Solo
There are days when life is busy; when every time we tick something off the 'to do' list three more tasks magically appear. When tomorrow becomes more important than today; when we forget that every moment matters. On those days, we stop noticing. These are the days when tension rises with every thought; when stress… Continue reading Day 22: We Can and We Shall
Between games of 'how-many-times-can-I-throw-my-spoon-on-the-floor-before-mummy-tears-every-hair-out-of-her-own-head', to managing my son's latest dance move, 'the sausage' - an ingenious position where he contorts his arms straight up into the air making himself as slippery as possible so that when I pick him up he slides through my hands like, well, a sausage - it's been a somewhat colourful… Continue reading Day 14: Sausages and Tea Towels
My friend recently wrote an article about the quality of children's food available at restaurants. She describes her experiences of limited, unhealthy choices and being served overcooked food, often to the point that it's inedible. As I read her story and based on my experiences of eating out with my 13-month old son thus far, I… Continue reading Day 10: Feeding the Monster
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.
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
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
My smiling cake and my smiling baby has kept my cheer in check!