BritMums 2013 is around the corner, and with it the BiBs (Brilliance in Blogging Awards). Some of you lovely folks must have nominated this blog, because Metropolitan Mum is shortlisted in the Outstanding category. Thank you so much – I am really chuffed! Please, if you have a minute to spare, vote for Metropolitan Mum […]
Equality and emancipation in parenthood is an interesting theory. But at closer inspection, I can’t help but feel betrayed. For decades, I had bought into the propaganda. However, after four years of nappies and pear purée, it has dawned on me: When push comes to shove, I am in this alone.
In many ways, the last weekend has been the most productive by far in a very long time.
Coffee: The perfect way to start a day. The perfect way to end a meal. A pick me up. A wind me down. The drug of my choice. I have written about coffee before, many a times on this blog. I love coffee. I would even dare to say I am a coffee aficionada. Ideally, […]
It seems Spring has come upon us with a vengeance – after what felt like The Eternal Winter.
The common sermon aimed at new mothers is to eat a balanced diet, get enough sleep and exercise. When baby Pea turned three months old, none of the above had happened to me for a while, let alone all three of them together. As a result, I have felt like crap. There is no putting […]
Located on a quiet square just off Kensington Church Street, the Baby Spa by Laura Sevenus is tucked away neatly from the hustle and bustle of Central London. On my daily coffee run, I walked past it a couple of times before I eventually went in to figure out what’s it all about.
In line with the contents of my more recent diet, this post is called Nachos and Beer. OK, maybe there wasn’t that much beer (or not as much as I would have liked), but nachos definitely played a recurring role in my daily regime.
Petite Pea has been six months old this week. I find time has been flying even faster since this gurgling bundle of giggles joined our family. She is growing up too fast, both girls are, and although my heart overflows with mummy pride with every little step they make, I am also bemoaning the fact […]
So. Eight days without Big M in the house. That was interesting. Read: IT WAS BLOODY AWFUL! Both kids became ill the night my husband left. Murphy’s Law at its best.