Why I haven’t missed my 4 year old.

Why I haven’t missed my 4 year old.

Yesterday, whilst hanging washing out in complete blissful silence, bar the wind breezing a breeze and the birds tweeting (not on twitter), it hit me that I hadn’t been missing my 4 year old. Oops. Is there something wrong with me?! He’s been staying at...
The Noises of Parenting: a silly poem.

The Noises of Parenting: a silly poem.

Wahh goes the sound of the newborn stirring Bang goes the sound of the toddler’s drum OWW yells Dad when he stamps on Lego in the dark Straiiiin goes the sound of a dirty bum   SHOES! cries Mum grabbing baby who’s crawled off once more Come ON now PLEASE? Shoving...
How Not to Give Blood (but eat biscuits).

How Not to Give Blood (but eat biscuits).

An email went round the office late last night (from our MD no less) with a call to action for something that might help the survivors of the horrific Grenfell Tower fire. Everyone offered up ideas. Clothes and toys? We’ve read that’s not the most urgent...
“I want to be a grown-up Mummy!”

“I want to be a grown-up Mummy!”

Why do children want to grow up so fast? Four year old M was reluctantly getting his pyjamas on last night, having wangled a good 15 minutes extra time downstairs playing sports car Top Trumps with Daddy, and then dragging out the whole tidying up process (he just...

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