The Princess is an outdoor kinda gal. It doesn’t matter what the weather is doing (except she doesn’t care too much for snow, it makes her “handies cold”), she likes to be outside. Me, I’m definitely a fair-weather-only gal. I don’t enjoy getting soaked in a downpour, I absolutely loathe the snow, and the wind makes me… Continue reading
Category Archives: The Princess
I’ve never been a morning person. I have been a life-long fan of sleep and staying in bed. As a child, while friends would rise at dawn, I could happily snooze the entire morning away. As a grown-up (allegedly), add in boozy nights, long working days, on-call shifts, and getting up time would very often coincide with Countdown.
My children have not inherited my love for lying in. The… Continue reading
Yesterday I napped with my two-and-a-half year old daughter. We haven’t bedshared (successfully) in almost two years. For the first seven and a half months of her feisty little life, we co-’slept’ – we both got about twenty minutes of sleep during that whole seven and a half month period. The Princess hated sleep, and me lying next to her in bed provided the perfect distraction from sleep; there was… Continue reading
I have always been somewhat of a worrier (read: ridiculously anxious, over-analytical, and slightly over-reactionary), but parenting has seen my worry reach new levels. Why isn’t the baby sleeping? Why is the baby sleeping so long? Why is the baby feeding so much? Why hasn’t the baby fed for the last two hours? Is the baby stimulated enough? Am I over stimulating the baby? Ad infinitum.
The current ‘crisis’… Continue reading
I have just written a post for Emma’s Diary Blog and it reminded me just why I blog. I was writing about a particularly difficult morning, alone, sleep-deprived, with two babies to get dried, dressed, fed, to the shops, back in bed, and out to lunch with friends, all with the added extras of a grumpy, temporarily deaf (to any of my requests) toddler, and a sobbing, clingy… Continue reading
Our weekend started at 4.30pm yesterday (Thursday) afternoon. Saturdays and Sundays mean little to our family; I’m on maternity leave from work (and therefore every day is a weekend, right?) and The Boyfriend works a six-day rota, meaning his weekends don’t often fall on a Saturday and Sunday. Today we decided that lunch out would be a nice way of spending time together as a family, enjoying each other’s company… Continue reading
The Princess is a fairly typical toddler, I’d say. She’s full of endless energy, she’s sociable, very chatty, she has tantrums, can shatter glass at a thousand paces with her screams of defiance, and has the ability to hit a chosen target 20 feet away with her breakfast dishes when she decides that porridge was not what she wanted for breakfast after all. Even though she marched into the kitchen… Continue reading
The Baby is definitely no longer a baby. Obviously, I’ve known this for a long time, I’ve just been in denial. How can my baby girl be a little girl already? But with an actual baby being around for almost a month now, there is definitely no denying it; she is a Proper Little Girl. And so to that end The Baby can no longer be known as The Baby. … Continue reading
Three evenings ago, while The Boyfriend was working a late shift, I decided that it was about time I got myself Hospital Ready. At 37+6, Little Pea could be putting in an appearance any time soon, and although my hospital bag has been packed since we went on holiday, I have been far from ready to go.
For a start, I’m still waiting for the nesting… Continue reading
The Baby is a curious and questioning little thing. She asks about everything – “Whassit say?”, “Press?”, “On?” – and likes to do everything for herself, “No, Baby do it” (except she doesn’t say Baby as, you may not have realised, but that’s not really her name). She particularly likes anything with buttons on it – remote controls (“trolls”), phones, TVs, The Boyfriend’s iPad and PC, cash machines, lifts…you get… Continue reading