The sky is anything but blue today. I’m inside with one sick child (the one that doesn’t have ear troubles is having ear troubles) and a slightly grizzly baby. Nothing is getting done [...]
Dear Jodi, …..I recently became a new mum to a beautiful boy. He is seven months now and feeding so well. Our birth was traumatic to be blunt. Inducement – 18 hour labour – him [...]
The last thing I want to do on a yoga mat is think too much about what’s coming next. This way of thinking, this way of being, defines motherhood, don’t you think? Whilst being in the [...]
Seven is such a pivotal age, perhaps even more so when a new baby arrives. The leap into the next stage of childhood is profound and because Che is our firstborn it’s all new for us, too. [...]
Percy is 11 weeks today and so begins the transition into the next stage of babyhood. While I don’t remember the details all that well, I do remember that both Che and Poet went through a [...]
roses that grow along the fence…necessary pretty on dreary sick days You know you’re alive when you spend the night to-ing and fro-ing between breastfeeding the baby and tending to [...]
I really enjoyed creating a capsule collection of pregnancy essentials but I admit, finding inspiring clothes for the post-partum period has been a little trickier. It’s easy to find [...]
I got back on the mat yesterday after a rather long hiatus. I confess that I find it quite difficult to practise at home; very un-zen of me, I know. But when I’m on the mat I look around [...]
When Fraulein Maria first met the von Trapp children, a little seed was planted in my young, impressionable mind. Remember the shrill of the whistle and the subsequent array of children that [...]
There have been many times in the past few weeks where I have intended to come and write here. But then Percy cried, or clouds threatened and the washing needed to be brought in, or I finally got [...]
When I was 20 weeks pregnant I asked my midwife if the rumours were true: “Are third births generally unpredictable?” She turned away from the computer, looked me in the eye and with [...]
this little chair allows Poet to reach the high door handles / birthday flowers from my man / it’s tiring work being so small / domesticity for little people (and one of the very best [...]
