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 →

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 →

Lesson four: Sleep is for the weak

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 →

Lesson three: Not all nappies are born equal

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 →


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