How family life inspired a bid to live a healthier life…sort of

Having a baby in itself is a life-changing decision and I viewed it as the pinnacle when it came to focusing on what’s important. But as I’ve learned in recent months, buying a house also has a habit of sharpening your mind. Perhaps it was the depressingly serious life insurance chat, in which we explored…

Why pumpkin success comes back to haunt me on Halloween

When it comes to pumpkin carving and I, the phrase ‘peaking too soon’ hits the nail on the head. I was as good at art at school as Albie is at standing up currently without falling on the floor with a dramatic thud. But education failed to uncover my niche, instead trying to hone my…

The photography fails which prove things rarely go to plan…

They say never work with children – but that’s quite tricky to avoid if you’re a parent. When you’re a parent sharing your journey with the interweb, it’s tempting to pursue the perfect pictures. But like family life, things don’t always go to plan. Albie’s all-round charm and trademark smile will work wonders in later…

Making national news and finally cracking sleep after 11 months

Everyday life is pretty hectic at the moment – and that has impacted on how much I’ve been able to write recently. But even then, a lot has been achieved in blog terms. My last post leapt to the defence of pregnancy and parenthood company Bounty after it received a bit of a battering in…

11 days away and Albie has changed in two pretty big ways

It’s eleven days since I last posted – and the break has shown just how much can happen – and change. Work began to get hectic, with Monday the start of our deputy editor’s two weeks of leave. Doing the job of two people, every day has seemed like one where I’ve started with a…

A golfing tribute to Gramp – and introducing the next generation

Despite his best efforts to introduce himself to us extremely early, Albie never made it to meet his great-Gramp. It was around the 31-week mark when I made the two-and-a-half-hour journey back to Swindon for my Gramp’s funeral. It was a risk, given just three weeks earlier we had been warned to expect Albie’s arrival…

An open letter to Daddy Pig

Dear Daddy Pig, My son recently returned from a day trip with his mother brandishing a crumpled carrier bag he informed me he obtained from Peppa Pig World. Inside said bag, by now discoloured from a couple of hours’ dribble and vomit, was a pair of socks emblazoned with your mugshot and the slogan ‘Stop:…

Help! Parenting tips for getting babies to sleep solo

As he scarily edges closer to his first birthday, Albie appears to have taken the lyrics to S Club 7’s hit Don’t Stop Movin’ literally. He’s crawling, rolling and shuffling around like he’s drunk gallons of Coke and scoffed packets of Percy Pigs. New nappy time now appears to be the perfect opportunity to perfect…