Leaving my family – and the heatwave – behind

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…