Undies
Asked Amy how she likes the new knickers I got her. “Yeah they’re great, Mum. They’re pretty and I haven’t had a wedgie all day. You can’t ask for more than that!” #FourYearOldUnderwearGoals
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The Case For A Third
(Originally published in the October/November 2015 edition of Little Treasures Magazine) I always imagined myself having two kids one day. Girls, boys, one of each…that never bothered me, but I really wanted two. For a while, it looked like we might struggle to even have one, and the day I saw two blue lines appearing on a white stick remains one of the happiest of my life. My husband was a somewhat reluctant father-to-be – he was massively supportive, but I’d catch him gazing at my rapidly growing belly with a mix of what can only be described as abject terror. That all changed the second Amy was born, at which point he became The Only Man To Have Ever Become A Father, our daughter was The Most Amazing Child In The World, Ever, and he practically signed up for a second baby on the spot. Given the struggles we had getting pregnant with Amy, we got back on the baby bandwagon (almost) immediately. Surgeries for endometriosis followed, as did failed attempts at IVF, and …
A McPikelets two-fer in Little Treasures
Thrilled to have two pieces in the latest edition of Little Treasures Magazine! My regular column is about how if you stop paying attention to all the “Mummy Wars!”carry-on you can discover what amazing little unifiers babies are. The other piece is a gorgeous double-pager featuring a lovely family I’ve had the pleasure of meeting through UpsideDowns (the charity I work with that provides access to speech therapy for children with Down Syndrome).
Who needs a dog?
Just a casual Friday game of Jump Chip
Zoo Mumstake
Rookie Mumstake: trying to get the girls to smile for a photo when there are elephants to look at behind them. “Stop looking at the animals and look at me so I can document our fun trip to the zoo! SMILE LIKE YOU MEANT IT, DAMMIT, WE ARE HAVING FUN!” (“Mumstake” is my favourite mashup word today. Mum + Mistake. Some days are one long Mumstake. I’m hashtagging that shit.)
Tilly reading about what a dreadful sleeper she is in the latest edition of Little Treasures magazine on sale now x
Sven’s Carrots
Calling them “Sven’s Carrots” did nothing to entice tiny partygoers to eat the only healthy thing on the table. It’s ok, the vegetable offering was more about me appearing socially responsible to the parents than it was about the kids, anyway.
Toddler Drama
“Oh! Oh nooooo! Quick! Pass me that tea towel! I need to dry my leg before it DROWNS!” *wipes microscopic drop of milk from leg*
Knicker thrower
While attempting to pay for Jeremy’s socks in a menswear shop, I pulled my wallet out of my bag with a bit more enthusiasm than strictly necessary (it looked like it was tangled in a nest of wipes, muslins and Sophie the Giraffe). The sheer force dislodged a spare pair of Amy’s knickers from the depths of my bag, and sent them scudding across the counter until they finally came to rest on the computer terminal. The red-faced (male, just-made-through-puberty) shop assistant pushed them back across the counter to me as I gibbered on about them belonging to my daughter. Judging by the look on his face, combined with the fact that the only daughter in evidence was a three-month-old, I don’t think he was buying it. So now I just look like a crazy lady who a) attempts to seduce shop boys by flinging knickers at them, and b) wears pink knickers with owls on the front that are obviously too small. Could have been worse, I guess…they could have been a pair of …
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