baby

Forgive me for I was wrong…teething really is serious business. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, mothering the third time ’round continues to surprise me. You see, [...]

featuring henley pyjama suit in nightfall stripe, cotton + merino sleeping bag in northern sky and organic cotton cot sheet set Tonight I dressed Percy in his cream cotton pyjama suit, the very [...]

Percy, One year around the sun and here we are. You arrived at 8:43am after a long few days of waiting and swaying and squatting and crying. This morning as I sung you happy birthday I remembered [...]

It was around this time last year that I started to feel the familiar twinge of early labour. I spent a good five days deep in the in-between – that heavy, emotional place between pregnancy [...]

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that around the same time that your baby starts to walk around furniture and stand on his own, you find your feet again. Regardless of how many [...]

A lovely reader emailed me recently and asked me about how I encourage Percy to go to sleep. The answer is simple: breastmilk – for as long as he wants it. I know, it doesn’t make [...]

He wakes me every morning in precisely the same way; his belly on my face as he reaches for the glass of water or book or earrings that sit on my bedside table. I promptly lift him off me and he [...]

Just this week Percy started commando crawling, he waved goodbye to Daniel and when I asked him for a kiss he pulled my face towards his and sucked my nose. Baby’s getting big. I was [...]

Daniel and I often remark on how different our entry to parenthood would have been if Percy was our firstborn. He’s been (by far) the most unsettled of our three; the fussiest feeder and [...]

Feeding baby solids – not exactly my favourite part of babyhood, to be completely honest. Let’s start at the beginning. Seven years ago, when Che was about seven months old, I noticed [...]

…which is more of a pouch, come to think of it. Fact: I ditched the official nappy bag after my first baby. Granted I never use a pump and therefore don’t need to carry bottles so my [...]

When I called my mum to tell her that Percy had arrived I could hear Poet whining in the background: “Humph, I’m wanted a girl baby!” In the weeks that followed she regularly [...]