I was bored enough of the heat nearly a month ago when I arrived back from a week in Ibiza, only to be disgusted to find temperatures were pretty much identical to the sweatbox island I’d escaped. A poor attempt at a downpour on Friday cooled my skin as effectively as I imagine those little…
Month: July 2018
Should babies be taken to fireworks displays?
Late-night fireworks displays and young babies go together about as well as a hungry crocodile and a job vacancy for a reliable babysitter. By their nature, they’re held way past a normal baby’s bedtime, while unexpected bangs generally go down like a lead balloon. Fortunately for us, Albie isn’t a normal baby. His bedtime is…
‘If you don’t want to get out the bath, don’t poo in it’
Providing tips for new parents is one of the key aims of my blog – but in this case, all I can think of is to invest in a little fishing net and don’t expect Mummy to be too helpful. Yesterday, I documented the chaos that was bourbon biscuit-gate and how one tiny morsel resulted…
Why we look like we’ve taken a tour up a cow’s bum…
The thought of gloving up and sticking my entire arm up a cow’s bum probably put paid to my childhood ambition of being a vet. Some two decades on, who’d have thought I’d not only be lacking the animal doctor gig but still getting what must be close to the close-up cow encounter, sans…
Big plans like IKEA highlight how little we know about the system stacked against us
When I told colleagues I’d voluntarily spent Wednesday evening at one of the biggest council meetings our area had ever seen, I’d not seen as many bemused faces since the week before when I walked home from work, forgetting I’d driven in. The vast majority of the hundreds of meetings I’ve covered have been spent…
36 in, 36 out – and a year on from a Parentcraft milestone
Babies qualify for milestones that adults can’t get away with – like when I told you about Albie’s 12 ‘birthdays’ in a year. Click here for a reminder. Yesterday, Hanna introduced another unusual landmark which I didn’t know existed. For the purposes of this blog, we’ll call it the ‘in/out celebration’. This is when baby…
‘It’s coming home’, IKEA might be coming and less sick is coming from Albie’s gob
It must be a while since I’ve updated this blog. My baby’s now trying to walk before he can sit, let alone stand, and something is apparently ‘coming home’. Whatever it is, I’m not convinced – but patriotically optimistic! Of course, it’s football which is nearing its return to its accommodation. While that remains…
Why do babies always fight tiredness?
For anyone who knows Albie, they will attest that he gives Mr Happy a run for his money in the smiley stakes. Except when he’s tired. Every baby will have their trademark telltale signs. For Albie, he turns into a bit of a Grumpasaurus Rex. If he’s not rubbing his beady eyes, it’s usually time…
Why our English household is ‘split’ over tonight’s big World Cup game
He might not be psychic but Albie appears to be somewhat of a lucky charm for some World Cup nations – including England. It’s his first World Cup and full of positive spirits, his Daddy had told him all about how the wallchart (A Worthing Herald one, of course) will be a repeatable memory of…
