There must be some truth to it if it’s written on a T-shirt, right? Sorry, I just couldn’t resist. I had a couple of lousy days with one child vomiting, another one having a bit of an attitude problem (is puberty at four years of age possible?), a nanny on holiday, schools off for Christmas (since […]
Lil’ L: And if I have a baby boy, I am going to call him Jesus. Jesus is a nice name (pauses). I know, (face lights up) and when he’s dead, he’s going to have another little angel Jesus to play with in the sky (beams). They’re going to have so much fun.
My 4-year-old came home from school the other day, declaring that girls couldn’t be doctors. They had to be nurses. Only boys could be doctors.
Clothing with a story has always fascinated me, even more so if there was a story to be told that’s ethically admirable. At the moment, I find myself increasingly drawn to fashion with a conscience. Maybe this desire to get it ‘right’ has arisen from having two little girls to pass the world onto one […]
Imagine you could have your personal beautician coming to your own home whenever you fancy. No matter if you’ve got a babysitter at hand to watch the kids or if the salons are closed once you are out of the office; a perfect manicure, waxed legs or a blissful massage shall no longer be mere […]
You know, when they tell you that this trip you are about to embark on can change your life. When you laugh a little and shrug it off, half amused and half scared that maybe, it will. Because how can seven short days change what has taken more than 37 years to become what it […]
The one thing I miss most since becoming a mother is having time. Time to myself, time to think, time to do nothing. Nothing in this sense includes reading a book, having a hot cup of coffee and, oh the glamour, going to the toilet alone.
After 15 months of virtually no sleep, my friend D and his wife decided to call in the big guns: a sleep trainer had been appointed, and finally, rest returned to the sleep deprived family. I an attempt to be funny, I suggested to the panda-eyed father that now would be a good time to […]
It’s a year ago today. The day I chose to go into hospital to have my baby cut out of me. The day I had the most amazing birth imaginable.
It’s so hot in London, I have resorted to wearing bikini tops and beach dresses in a quest to keep cool. Any excuse to slop around, really.