Parenting archive

I became a parent in November 2009 and, as the cliché goes, my world turned upside down. PHP posts turned to pregnancy, midnight gaming turned to midnight (and 1am, and 2am, and ...) feeds. Here lies documented tales of poop, boobs, toddler tantrums and the nitty gritty that goes with being Mum.

A day of mini adventures

One of the good things about half term and end of term holidays, which the kids spend with their Dad due to him only working term time, is the fact that I get my babies for the entire weekend instead. No splitting, no half days or couple of hours here and there like before and after school in the week (in other words, normally I get all the work and bugger all time :P)

We made the most of it today by having a series of mini adventures: some intentional, some not. Firstly, we fuelled up early with a good breakfast, and then headed out into Ironbridge on a long walk. Longer perhaps than intended when we got a little bit lost in the woods.

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After that, having trekked back to the car and filled it full of mud we went to Homebase so get some drill bits and some paint, so that I might actually finish decorating my living room and can do it my way now the house belongs to me, woop woop.

After that we came home and the kids assembled the biggest train track EVER whilst I assembled Ikea furniture and put up a picture frame thingy which involved drilling into the wall. Unfortunately, just as I finished drilling into the wall the power went off and I shit myself (metaphorically) thinking I’d drilled through a cable… because you know, getting one of those cable checky gadgets is for wimps.

Having reassured myself and the kids that the failed electrics was not my fault, we had to find a way to cook the very raw chicken that was to be our tea. Electric oven? Yep. Oh dear. Decamp to Gaz’s! (Poor Gaz.)

Invasion of Gaz’s complete we then came back home and two very tired kiddies crashed out in bed. And I’m not far behind them, zzzzz!

The realities of being a lone parent

When I split up with Karl in May I joked to friends about the relief of no longer having to buy 5 packs of bourbon biscuits every week, not needing shares in a dairy company to buy the sheer amount of cheese he got through, etc etc. Har har, very funny. The realities of being… read full entry »

I feel like a fraud

I was reading Alice’s great post on the tiredness of a single mum yesterday and found myself nodding vigorously in agreement. Because I thought I knew tired when I had my first newborn; I thought I knew tired when we hit our first growth spurt; I thought I knew tired when I had a committed… read full entry »

A little proud

I don’t like gender stereotypes and have done virtually everything in my power to ensure that both of my children have access to toys and clothes based on their preferences rather than what society defines as “normal” toys for a boy & girl. I encourage both of my children to be empathetic as well as… read full entry »

Cloth nappies: Poppers vs. Velcro (Applix)

I haven’t had the time (or money) to obsess about cloth nappies recently — they go on Oliver’s butt and then they go in the wash … nothing new or exciting there — and I’m hoping that Oliver will want to start using the potty/toilet full time come summer (we’ve had occasional potty use but… read full entry »

Bedhopping

We recently purchased a 2nd hand IKEA Kura bed & bed tent for Izzy with the grand plan that we’d eventually turn it over and then convert it into a bunk bed a la this popular IKEA hack so that Oliver can sleep underneath. In the mean time, while we get over our fear of… read full entry »

The ‘W’ word

Weaning that is. Oliver has stopped feeding. I’m not sure when exactly he stopped – he’s been reducing his feeds for months. He’d feed a couple of times in one day, then nothing for a day, then a feed, then another skipped day. More gradual than Izzy from what I remember, but earlier than I’d… read full entry »

Death

I’m trying to crack on with some work but one of my servers is 503ing, which – as you can probably imagine – is not particularly conducive to “cracking on”, so as an interim measure I’ve just read Alison’s latest post Trying to be as strong as I want my children to be, which surfaced… read full entry »

Goodbye 2013! Goodbye CMPI!

We made a rather interesting discovery on Christmas Day. It wasn’t intentional; Oliver helped himself to some of Isabel’s chocolate buttons – mouth stuffed so full that chocolatey dribble was oozing out of the corners – and we figured in for a penny, in for a pound and put proper butter and cream in the… read full entry »

You know you’re normally a co-sleeper when…

Your child sleeps longer than normal in their own bed and you wake every hour anyway because you’re not used to them being away from you. You wake every time your little absent cosleeper murmers because you’re not used to hearing his sleep sounds over the monitor. You sleep on the edge of the bed,… read full entry »

Having it all? What a load of boll….

Off the back of Beth’s eloquent piece on being “wonder woman” I can’t help but summarise my opinion on the phrase “having it all”: it’s a load of — and look away now if you’re of sensitive disposition — complete and total bollocks. “Having it all” is just another stick invented by the media to… read full entry »