OUTRAGE as Katie Price BLASTED for making unremarkable parenting choice!

There was a time when I would have read anything about Katie Price and lapped it up with a sort of fiendish delight, before launching into a tirade about what a terrible human being she is and how she has set the cause of feminism back two hundred years to the pre-Wollstonecraft days when, you…

My Top Five Toys, by Piglet

5. Fire engines. There was this one time that Mummy took me into a charity shop.  I think she was hoping that she would find vintage clothes in there.  Mummy likes vintage clothes, even though they are old and smelly.  Personally I prefer not to wear clothes at all, but for some reason Mummy seems…

Having a Baby: How I Have Changed

There are many ways that having a baby changes you. For example, it makes you look like a bag lady.  This was an actual term that one of my colleagues used, as I wandered into work one chilly morning, bundled up in my Mum Parka and my Mum Trainers.  The old me would not have done…

Cake: A Review

I have heard it said many times that the Queen Mother’s nickname in her heyday was Cake. And I love Cake.  I once bumped into her, in fact, before she died, on one of the most significant days of my life. I had just finished my university finals and was sat there, wearing my uniform…

The Blogging Wars

It’s SLRs at dawn, the Macbooks are drawn.  The cutesy blogging planners are sharpened.  The oversized drinking jars of paleo courgettini kale smoothies are gearing up for the battle to end all battles, it’s….. The Blogging Wars: Positive Bloggers vs. Keeping it Real It seems that parenting bloggers fall into one of two camps: those…

“That’s Not A Baby’s Name.”

What’s in a name? That is the question that every expectant parent inevitably asks themselves. I recently received a blog comment from someone who was clearly trying to troll me by implying I was a terrible mother for calling my child Piglet.  Because clearly Piglet is his actual name.  Yes sheeple, I wanted something unique…something…

Thank God, they put the right one in

Most people’s birth stories seem to fall into one of the following categories: 1.) URRGGHH that was HORRIBLE. 2.) UURRGGHH that was HORRIBLE.  There was blood everywhere.  And stitches.*  And it REALLY HURT. 3.) It was amazing.  I was in a birthing pool.  I had the intervention-free, drugless labour I always wanted.  There was whalesong….

Single and Terrified to Mingle

As you may have guessed from my last post, I am starting to feel old. No matter how long I spend in front of the mirror pulling them out, the grey hairs continue to multiply.  No matter how long I spend pouting into the phone when taking a selfie (usually a matter of nanoseconds.  I…

Now I Am Old

So, as Carrie Bradshaw would say, I got to thinking…..that now I am old I think a little differently to before.  In fact, perhaps mentioning Carrie Bradshaw at all makes me old, since it is now eleven years since Sex and the City ended.  So here goes….. Now I am old………. 1.) I am flattered,…

Today’s post, coming to you from the “Land of No Fathers.”

I think I should just cut my losses and rename this blog “My Life on Public Transport.” After all, it seems like that’s all I have to write about. This week, I have been lucky enough to be helped by no less than two bus drivers to lift a folded buggy into the luggage rack…