My Christmas List….

My Christmas List….

Dear Santa, I am writing to you early this year as I appreciate you have a lot of demands on your time and I don’t want my letter to be overlooked. I have been a seriously good girl this year, if we ignore all the shouting and that one time I tapped BB's little paw after she sunk her teeth into my thigh in Tesco's I don’t think you will really be able to find fault with me. I have … [Read more...]

What mummy needs for her wee-wee – how to be shamed again by the kids….

What mummy needs for her wee-wee – how to be shamed again by the kids….

It was lashing with rain and the wind howled angrily at the pharmacy window.  I looked out at the weather in despair knowing my journey back to the car would be interrupted with lots of splashes in muddy puddles whilst my freshly washed hair turned to frizz. Inside the pharmacy I stood with a mother, two people of elderly stature, three children and a pair of teenagers.  For once we were … [Read more...]

The question all parents need to ask: Why are there no toilets on the tube….

The question all parents need to ask: Why are there no toilets on the tube….

It is basic maths really, three children plus two adults times central London equals extreme moments of stress. Throw in the Olympics and it can equate to wanting to put the kids on eBay at the end of the day... … [Read more...]

NHS – the new choice in luxury breaks…

NHS – the new choice in luxury breaks…

We decided to stay an extra night. I chatted to BB about going home but we both felt that we were having such a good time in the NHS hotel it was worth staying longer. … [Read more...]

DDH: Farewell spica – Northernmum

DDH: Farewell spica – Northernmum

Today started like any other; twin boy bounded in the room at 6.04 gleefully excited to be awake and not worried about who he woke up in his wake.  BB yawned next to me and chanted "hullo" to her big dopey brother and then cheerfully latched back on.  He who helped create them snoozed loudly beside and twin girl bellowed from the bathroom that the loo roll was gone and she had done a poo.... … [Read more...]

Getting old: Are you too polite to tell me I am turning into a Gorilla….

Getting old: Are you too polite to tell me I am turning into a Gorilla….

I don't consider myself old. I concede that in the eyes of a teenager I am considered to be hammering on death's door, but in the eyes of the eighty something year old chap who sits on the bench in the park near my house watching the world dance by I am little more than a child and I like his perspective. But I have moved up in maturity whilst retaining my youth, yet bits have started to go … [Read more...]

Parenting: Breastfeeding a toddler: A Martyr or a Masochist – Northernmum

Parenting: Breastfeeding a toddler: A Martyr or a Masochist – Northernmum

It's the final countdown... In six weeks BB will turn two, she will be spica free and hopefully on the road to recovery.  She will be a toddler and still breastfed. … [Read more...]

I have penis envy…

I have penis envy…

I suffer from penis envy.  They are fascinating little things that seem to capture the attention of man and boy and they are so flexible; as a lady I can’t imagine having a part of me that I can twist and twirl and bend at will. … [Read more...]

Impossible to lie: a roadmap of fibs…..

My oldest daughter is a bouncing ball full of bubbling energy who flies through life experiencing a rainbow of emotions.  She finds it impossible to tell a lie, her face becomes a roadmap of fibs which all end in the final destination of giggles, and she says some flipping marvellous things without ever looking to disguise the truth. … [Read more...]

Parenting without alcohol……

I like to think I hold a relatively honest view of myself and know where my strengths and weaknesses lie. … [Read more...]