This one is for The MD

I'll try to do you justice, my little rainbow baby. My first baby. My sleep is for the weak baby. My little chatter baby. My never stops talking baby. My please stop now, I didn't think it was possible for the first year and a half of your life, but now I'm certain if I... Continue Reading →

Poo Monster

This one's for Poo Monster. Before Boob Baby and the MD there was Poo Monster. I remember looking at him when I was pregnant wondering how I could ever love something more than I loved his little face. Sure, Spotty Crotch was there but he barely tolerates me. He only has eyes for Mr DD,... Continue Reading →

Lesson eleven: Hippies lie too

I've been trying to close the boob bank overnight. I had two glorious nights where young Boob Baby (boob by name boob by nature) only woke once. This was just to lure me in to a false sense of security before knocking me right back in to 'team no sleep' with a thud. So my... Continue Reading →

Reepham Festival 2018

The MD is currently sunning herself on the continent without us, classic MD, so we took the caravan to the village I grew up in for **drum roll please** Reepham Festival 2018! To clear this up before we start it's ReePHam like ReeFam, not ReePam and definitely not ReeDham. Pah, Reedham. Poor mans Reepham. Just... Continue Reading →

Lesson eight: Our house is a death trap

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 →

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