The bumpy road from baby to toddler

It struck me after a very difficult week that I’m not a mum of a baby anymore. It really had been one of those ‘what the actual hell is my life?!’ weeks. I was wondering why he’s been so hard to settle and entertain. He’s been almost unbearable, nothing like my sweet little cub that…… Continue reading The bumpy road from baby to toddler

A letter to my son on his first birthday 

Dear Harry John I’ve been thinking about what to write on this day since you were born. Even though you are a deep well of inspiration and joy, that doesn’t make this any easier to distill how you make me feel into words.  I have spent almost every minute of your first year with you;…… Continue reading A letter to my son on his first birthday 

10 months, 10 new things

10 months. I’ve finally done it! Harry has now officially been on the outside world longer than he was in. I can’t quite believe it. We’re on the home stretch for his first birthday which is something I’m looking forward to because I’m rather tired of this awkward stage in between a baby and a…… Continue reading 10 months, 10 new things

Behind every teething baby is a Sophie the Giraffe with PTSD

I got ridiculously excited about my eight month old son cutting his first tooth this week. He’s been going through that dreaded blanket-term get-you-out-of-staying-long-at-people’s-houses ‘teething’ stage since he was about 3 months old, and after 5 months, numerous bottles of Calpol and a very tired Sophie the Giraffe he’s done it! Without flourish or fanfare,…… Continue reading Behind every teething baby is a Sophie the Giraffe with PTSD