Little Pea is almost ten months old. He is just like most other ten month olds, he is crawling, babbling (well, shouting), picking stuff up and throwing it (at me), eating in his own messy way, and generally becoming a sociable, playful little person.
Just after Christmas, Pea cut his first teeth. Since then, more and more have emerged, some more dramatically than others – two appeared during the… Continue reading
I was told a story today about an overdose. It was an attempted suicide. It was, as intimated, unsuccessful, and the life in question still remains on this earth.
I heard this story from the mum of the distressed soul, and my heart broke into a thousand pieces.
As a mum… Continue reading
The Baby has this look. It is a look that says a lot of things, but ultimately it says ‘I Really Don’t Care What You Say’. It is a look of complete and utter defiance. Never before have I seen such resolution and stubbornness in one look. And in a baby.
When she does The Look, it is quite difficult to believe that this time last year I was… Continue reading
I recently wrote an article for a magazine about how much my fashion-life has changed since becoming a mum. And it’s got me thinking. About motherhood and about life in general; about how much things change over time and how these things sometimes go unnoticed until something triggers a memory that suddenly transports us back to a time and place very different to the one we are in now; and… Continue reading