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.
Can it really be called potty ‘training’ if there’s no actual training? Or maybe the training part refers to Isabel training me into the next stage of parenting… I certainly feel like the past month has been the most confusing in the 2.5 years since Izz was born. Do we go straight to real pants… read full entry »
Message on the answer phone: “Miss Turner, we’ve had the results of your blood test back and your iron is low. Please ring your doctor to collect some iron tablets.” How about no. How about stick it up your arse. I’m not going through the stress I went through last time only to be told… read full entry »
Isabel has shown a vague interest in the potty on and off for… oh, ages. We had a potty around the house from quite early on, both to normalise the whole peeing-in-a-pot thing and because when she was still actively stool withholding I needed something to squat her over. Anyway, as her interest increased I… read full entry »
We spent last week in North Wales in a posh central-heated caravan; our last holiday as just the 3 of us (although we went with Karl’s mum). Lovely to get away from the stress of work — don’t get me started — and housework etc. It was supposed to piss it down with rain all… read full entry »
By which I obviously mean nursery, but that doesn’t sound as alliteration-y. All being well, I finish work to start my maternity leave for beansprout on the 24th May. The first week or so is holiday allowance, weekends and bank holiday which should tide me over until 6th June (unless I give birth before then,… read full entry »
Had only been in work 5 minutes when Karl calls to say that Isabel has been sick and nursery want us to pick her up. Spend 20 minutes trying to get hold of a) my boss, b) a client I was supposed to meeting at 10:30, c) Karl to arrange for me to go home… read full entry »
Nothing quite like being woken up by a sopping wet toddler at just gone 5am because of an epic nappy failure. We’ve been using close parent pop-ins (old style) with the dri-night booster overnight for some time, and had up until this point been full of praise for them. Although they’re bulky with the added… read full entry »
…that moment at work when you sneeze twice in quick succession, and have to stand real still while you mentally assess whether or not you’ve wet yourself.
Karl has been telling people with great glee how the supposed ‘terrible twos’ had obviously skipped over us. Unfortunately, I think the great god of toddler tantrums has been listening and has decided to smite us with a great big shitty stick because our cute little well behaved (albeit mischevious) Isabel has suddenly turned into… read full entry »
Isabel: More sugar puffs please Me: Are you sure you want more sugar puffs? Isabel: yeh Me: Was that a yes? Isabel: YESSSS Me: OK, of course you can have more {gives the cereal} Isabel: no like it, want weetabix