I want to tell you all about my amazing daughter and how at 20 months she can already count to 15, identify several colours, name all of her body parts (including her “bits” – her words) and talk the hind leg off a donkey but I want to balance that with the guilt I feel… read full entry »

I’m so freakin’ knackered from all the moving malarkey that I’m resorting to child labour: But hey, at least she’s earning her keep ;D Move is progressing well, touch wood. We exchange contracts on Tuesday, and assuming the mortgage company get their arses in to gear and release the funds straight away we complete on… read full entry »

I’ve spent that much time in and out of doctors and hospitals recently, I feel like I should be cashing in a pension. I had to see a dermatologist type doc a fortnight ago for The Suspicious Boob Mole. It’s no longer suspicious, mind you, as it’s completely harmless. Then Tuesday this week I had… read full entry »

In the weeks after Isabel’s arrival, Karl and I stopped watching TV. It wasn’t planned; in fact, we were really pleased originally that the cottage had such an awesome aerial compared to the old flat. It just seemed so… low priority. I’d vowed not to let Isabel be babysat by the TV anyway, so I… read full entry »

Aye, there goes my posting-every-day. (Although hopefully I can pick it back up again.) Isabel came down, very suddenly, with some sort of virus yesterday. She spent the majority of the day sleeping on me or nursing. By the time I’d finally got her down for the evening I was knackered and just wanted to… read full entry »

Have spent all evening trying to do some research into the labial frenectomy procedure, ENT specialists in the local area, etc. Am getting absolutely bloody nowhere, apart from more and more frustrated. To cut a long and boring story (about breastfeeding, mostly) short I am convinced that Isabel has a maxillary lip-tie: i.e. there is… read full entry »

There are many contentious issues on parenting websites. Right up there with the grand breastfeeding vs. formula debate is sleep, and more specifically, sleep training. I’ve talked about my problem with certain methods of sleep training before, so I won’t rehash things. In the grand scheme of things I am quite moderately middle, possibly leaning… read full entry »

It’s Karl’s birthday today (happy birthday, you old fart) so I cooked him some stilton sauce to go with his chips (I know, I spoil him rotten). He’s about half way through when Isabel gesture wildly at the sauce and says “dib dib”. So, Karl picks up a chip, dip dips it into the sauce… read full entry »

I know, I know; I can hear you scraping your chairs closer already. When you’re childless (or childfree, depending on your viewpoint) you’re fairly certain you know how to bring up a child, could do better than the frazzled looking mum in the supermarket with her screaming children, have the best ideas on nutrition and… read full entry »