I admit it. I am a crap parent. The philosophy by which our daughter is raised follows the principles of PLR (The Path of Least Resistance), i.e. I am trying to make it as easy for myself as it can possibly get. It’s Hipp instead of baby led weaning (I never got the point of […]
My friend Julia recently introduced me to the term Lattemamma – the Swedish, slightly more PC translation for Yummy Mummy. Think cafes on Östermalm (Stockholm’s very own South Ken), German estate cars and children called Apple or Moses. I only score one out of three, but I found the term very appropriate nevertheless.
Last weekend we made a trip to Chichester to grab a bun and a coffee at the Goodwood Breakfast Club. Big M loves vintage cars, thus we made the most of spending a few days in the country whilst being surrounded by old time’s glory in the form of polished chrome and shiny chassis. Being […]
Already as a child I was sure about wanting to become a mother one day. I always had a very distinct wish to become pregnant, give birth, care and love for the fruit of my loins. Even if that would have meant sleeping with my gay best friend or buying some Papa Frost sperm. Aged […]
Bouncing to the sounds of Rihanna through the kitchen this morning with little L on my arm, I realised that this was ‘our’ song. We had only started dating when I boarded a plane to go to Stockholm to see the man who should become the love of my life. Big M picked me up […]
We passed a major milestone in the Met Mum household. Little L started walking. Or rather, running… Have a lovely weekend, you all!
The day you were born was the first day of spring after a long winter with lots of snow. You are the sunshine of our life, even when you are having a rainy day.
Sunday lie-in, breakfast with prosecco, a lovely card and a white azalea. Don’t you love Mothering Sunday? I remember how disappointed I was last year that I just about didn’t make it. Little L was scheduled to pop out any second around this date. If someone had told me that I had to continue waiting […]
I am feeling a bit under the weather. Coming home from a long and sunny holiday does that to me. Plus, I miss my husband. I like spending time together as a family. And as a couple. Oh, and it doesn’t help my mood that we are going to be kind of homeless soon.