February 2012
4 posts
Let the last 48 hours be henceforth known as the...
MH
A combination of three days over 35 degrees Celsius, her first tooth, and introduction to solids resulted in PJ deciding ‘Okay, if you insist on shoving that thing in my mouth, I’ll have a light snack. But I don’t feel that fab, and I’m not in the mood for boob juice. Now fuck off and bleat to Daddy about how miserable and lumpy you are.’ So my right breast grew and expanded and engorged to...
The magic of opposable digits
MH
I would like to say that my nearly six-month old daughter is such a brilliant day sleeper because second time around I am a relaxed, easygoing mother; because I’ve always aimed for her to be in her cot the moment she shows the signs of tiredness; because I swaddled the bejesus out of her from birth to 5 months; because I demand breast feed; because when she was a newborn I let her grizzle, even...
Where Saffy's waters break over Patsy →
‘Absolutely Fabulous’ gold
No more cafes or trams
MH
Some days you find yourself comfortably in the black in the parenting-a-nearly-3-year-old general ledger. You’ve read ‘Lazy Daisy, Busy Lizzie’ to her at least 7 times; you’ve prepared from scratch delicious and nutritious carrot and ginger soup (which she happily devours), and you’ve cleared out the long-neglected toy box so it no longer harbours dust balls the size of small rodents or long...