A week away with the DDs in the lovely St Ives was a very welcome change of scenery. I'm very grateful to be able to have nearly a year off for maternity, and to work part time when I do return, but I have to admit I'm ready to be going back. I'm looking forward... Continue Reading →
With a baby crawling about again I'm reminded what a death trap our house is. There's the choking hazards, the poisoning risks, stairs, fire, fury and four little beings hell bent on exploring each one. First up there's everything that goes in their mouths. Spotty Crotch and Boob Baby are determined to steal the MDs... Continue Reading →
I don't think I'd held a baby until I gave birth the first time round, children have never really been my thing but somehow it's happened, at the tender age of 25 (+2), I've turned in to my mother. She loved children, even down to her profession. I used to mock her for cooing at... Continue Reading →
I've found myself out of my depth a lot this week. The poor pooches haven't been fairing well in this heat and with my husband away I haven't been able to coordinate an early morning walk for a few days. So this morning when I saw some cloud cover I got us all out of... Continue Reading →
There’s a show on Channel 4 called SAS Who Dares Wins. It’s a group of civilian males getting yelled at a lot by ex Special Forces servicemen. If you're in the market for some new insults, watch it with a pen and notepad. The show starts with these blokes getting the spanking of their lives... Continue Reading →
At 2am.. and 3am... and 4am I've asked myself 'why won't they just sleep?!' The answer to that is pretty simple, they're infants and that's what infants do. Knowing that doesn't make it any easier though and like many in a haze of desperation I've made purchases I thought would help. This is how I... Continue Reading →
A week away in the caravan has spurred me to write up a full review of the Motherease Wizard Uno we’ve been trying out for The Nappy Lady. I took disposables away with us because that would be easier than finding suitable washing facilities right?! Nope. Eleventy-billion wardrobe changes later I found myself pining for... Continue Reading →
Why do men even have nipples? Why make the effort of putting them there only to render them useless? To the breastfeeding mother it seems like a metaphorical kick in the crotch at a point where her crotch has been through enough. I’ve spent a lot of time pondering this over the last 2.5 years... Continue Reading →
I should have learnt this lesson before the kids came along, dogs alone should have taught me. I like the gamble of going out without the dogs. Who knows what the little shits will get up to while they're alone. Like the time Spotty Crotch learned to open the doors but ripped his claw off... Continue Reading →
Me and my DDs: dogs and dependants 