Why I Am Still Breastfeeding My Three Year Old

It is now almost three years since I first latched Piglet to my breast that surreal morning in the hospital.  Technically, he is not yet three, but unless he suddenly weans in the next few weeks, it looks as though I will have a nursing three year old.  I am fully prepared for the onslaught…

Extended Breastfeeding and Parenting Judgement

Before I had a child, there were many things that I thought I would never do.  Bribing my child with biscuits to get them to sit in a pushchair, for one (clearly any child of mine was going to come running from the swings and willingly climb into the pushchair with nothing more than a…

Ten Weird Things About Having a Newborn

Ah, the newborn stage. Fluffy booties, scratch mittens and squidgy babies sleeping with their arms above their heads.  Congratulation cards, helium balloons and fussing relatives. Blind panic, sleepless nights and soreness in areas you never knew you had. We all know about these things, the hallmarks of a new baby.  We all know it’s not…

In Praise of the Mum Cut *

*Not a reference to an episiotomy.  Don’t worry, you can read on now.  The way ahead is clear. Three weeks after my son was born, I squeezed into a brand new American Apparel bodycon dress, extra-small size.  It fitted.  The victory had been won.  Normal service was resumed, I was back in American Apparel apparel…

Why my son’s eating habits drive me insane

Two days ago, I sat in a bus station feeding my 20 month old son raisins. “OOH, LOOK AT HIS LOVELY FACE!” remarked an older lady who was waiting for the bus with her husband.  They both smiled indulgently. “Is he a good eater?” she enquired. I felt bad having to answer in the negative….

The Secret to Toddler Sleep: Nursery

Sleep.  I used to love sleep.  I could sleep all day.  A friend of mine actually gave me the nickname “sloth.”  Sadly, it does not appear that my son has inherited my great love of slumber. At nursery however, my son is a very different beast.  He is apparently quite content to lie down in…

Will this woeful pestilence ever be gone?

At 1.40am this morning my dreams were punctured by the sound of ear-splitting screams coming from the floor next to my bed.  I leaned over, my mind a fug, not sure exactly what was going on, and in my zombie-like state I picked up Piglet, who had rolled out of bed. Rolled out of bed….

An Ode to Breastfeeding

Boobs.  There I said it.  Boobs.  Such a comical word.  A word that conjures up images of a cackling Sid James chasing Barbara Windsor around a hospital where she is, quite obviously, dressed as a nurse, albeit one with more cleavage and leg on display than your average ward sister. I always found my own…

New Year, New Me? Let’s wind the clock back, and look at the evidence…

I am eternally grateful to fellow blogger Mum Turned Mom for inspiring me to write something. As it is new year, obviously I have a few *unofficial* resolutions (I gave up the official kind after failing to fulfil the “get a boyfriend” one that was a staple feature for about 15 years running), none of which I…

I am a moustachioed, hessian-wearing librarian, and proud of it

My response to this. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-33904758 Let’s consider another example of what he might have said, to see how ridiculous this is.“I don’t know what it is with all these mothers these days, feeding their children bananas in public.  Don’t they understand that I-and probably some other fellas for that matter-don’t like to look at bananas?…