Independence daze – Part I


family & parenting

So newborn is on the move. He’s off, crawling like a pro. Properly, on all fours, moving forwards and backwards and to the side. My jersey-clad crab, edging round the lounge. That he’s moving isn’t a surprise. Not because I expect my children to be precocious, but because the blessed scamp has been crawling in […]

13th June 2011

Are you looking at me?


family & parenting

The end of the world is on its way. Newborn has worked out his favourite thing in all the world. Beating Sophie, his brother and I on the list is standing. Standing and stamping (whilst clinging to a grown up finger) and being able, all of a sudden, to pick things up, stuff them in […]

1st June 2011

Woah – we’re half way there…


family & parenting

I give too much away about my Dad-rock tendencies in that post title. It almost prompts me to reveal one of my great regrets: that according to fansite sources, Springsteen had planned to play Glory Days at Hyde Park with Bon Jovi but the council pulled the plug on such a noisy late encore. How […]

25th May 2011

Taking a new view of babies. And Pants.


incontinence

So the sun keeps shining. I met a friend at a local park today. We were chatting as our three-year-olds played sharks and monsters and pirates, climbed mini hills and flung themselves down slides. She offered to hold Newborn (for whom I’ll have to come up with a new name). She understands pukey pukey babies, […]

11th April 2011

Small comforts


depression, hope

I’m not surprised Churchill referred to his depression as his ‘black dog’, because in my experience depression is the worst kind of bitch. Even when you are classed as ‘over it’, you can hear and smell it somewhere nearby, panting in the shadows, snuffling around and threatening to shit in your path. Earlier this week […]

24th March 2011

Playing Mum


family & parenting

Some days I just can’t shake the feeling that I am somehow playing at being Mum. Playing at being an adult even. It isn’t just the constant improvisation and guesswork intricately knotted into the very fabric of parenting. The negotiations and promises, rewards and gestures, attempts at teaching lessons, endless reassurance and praise, the need […]

11th March 2011

Glorious Forgetting


depression, family & parenting

Newborn continues to wake up. Both throughout the night, but also in the day. He holds his head, chin jutting out, eyes wide open, hungry for new sights. And he’s found a new way to call for me. Wailing, yes, of course but he’s started talking too. All delightful, glorious, babysqualk nonsense. Scribble talk. Frankie […]

12th February 2011

Introductions


birth, babies, bodies, breastfeeding, words

First words are a difficult subject for me, and I don’t mean the first words said by Spider-boy (for the record it was ‘baby’, he’s such a glorious narcissist) or his brother. I mean the first words I said to my children. The first words they heard from me. I really believed, before I had […]

26th January 2011

Happy Memory


family & parenting

Tonight my son smiled for the first time. He was trying all day but slipping back into wine-taster style gurning at the crucial moments. Mr Thatwoman, a good friend, me – we all tried to elicit a cheeky grin and had no luck. We were mere fools and amateurs. Spider-boy however, was a pro. He […]

4th January 2011