The Liebster Award

I have been nominated for a blogging award! I know, it was bound to happen.  Only a matter of time.  I had my speech already prepared.  I would like to thank Piglet, my mother, my late father, my brothers, every member of my extended family, all my friends, anyone who has ever poked me on Facebook (what…

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How I Became a Real Blogger

So this weekend I attended my very first blogging conference. I know! Like I was a real blogger and general all-round social media whizz kid, rather than a hopeless numpty who just spent 20 minutes of valuable Piglet sleepytime browsing the Internets searching for “ways to add social media buttons to WordPress blog header,” not…

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The Mummy-Guilt Starts Here

I had always prided myself on not being the sort of mother who got all soppy and upset about being separated from her wee bambino. Because we are all sorts of mothers, right?  Working mothers, stay at home mothers, breastfeeding mothers, bottle-feeding mothers.  Like, it’s ALL ABOUT THE JUDGEMENT. Anyway, I had previously poured scorn…

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You can tell a lot about a man by how he treats his mother….

When they were both wee nippers, one of my brothers hit the other one around the head with a toy milk float. It was probably the most dangerous use of a milk float until that episode of Father Ted where the evil milkman places a bomb on his milk float and Dougal gets stuck driving…

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Times My Mother Was Wrong, and I Was Vindicated

And so I find myself confined to the bedroom in case of baby awakenings, sitting in bed in complete darkness with a glass of wine, while Piglet sleeps blissfully in the bed next to me.  Well, complete darkness apart from the computer screen.  Can the light from computer screens wreak havoc upon sleeping children, I…

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Piglet Takes First Steps. Mummy Misses It.

As you may have guessed from the title, today was the momentous day that Piglet started walking. I am henceforth to be found training for the one hundred metre sprint at the 2016 Olympics. After all, I am going to be running after him from now on and he is FAST.  Very fast, for somebody…

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The Wrongness of Most Nursery Rhymes

One of the things that has surprised me most since I became a parent is that nursery rhymes still exist. Not only exist, but they are EVERYWHERE.  And kids actually LIKE THEM. When I myself was a wee nipper I had a book of nursery rhymes, which disturbingly included one about a child being whipped…

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Times My Mother Was Right, and I Was Wrong

Obviously this is going to be a short list (haha, SORRY MUM). My mother and I do not always see eye to eye on all things parenting.  For example, she once exclaimed to me in a horrified tone, “You’re not planning on breastfeeding him past six months, are you?” as though I had just told…

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“PLAY NICELY GIDEON! THAT BABY IS ONLY SMALL!”

Piglet is now showing some interest in other children and babies. Not, however, as much interest as other children are showing in him. Today for example, we were on a train to Bath.  This is the same train, I might add, that Piglet demanded to be walked up and down repeatedly last week, prompting me…

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How I Am Now Piglet’s Dadda

Piglet, as we all know, does not have a dadda. He does, however, like to say “dadda” a lot, thus proving that the word is nothing more than a meaningless piece of baby babble.  A small victory for all mothers across the nation who are fretting that their children are obsessed with their fathers and…

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