One of the things my mum has always told me is that, as adults, we should fall out over our kids. Children have a (nasty?) habit of hating each other with a vicious, fiery passion one minute and then the…
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I’ve mentioned before that Edith has always been a super picky eater. It’s not something I’m used to with Reuben loving his fruit and veg, guzzling broccoli just as enthusiastically as he would sweets. Toby is a slightly different matter,…
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Well… when the fudge did it become acceptable to be so MEAN in life? Lately there have been so many different things going on – from blogging world antics to school gate dramas – that just classify as mean. It’s…
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I remember my first experience of weaning with Reuben as clear as if it were yesterday. I was a very confident first time mum and I didn’t follow all the rules that most would. We started early because I felt…
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Let’s go back to 1992, I’ll set the scene: It’s a brisk January morning (I’m not sure if it was brisk, but I’m setting the tone and it’s January so… yeah) and it’s my third birthday. The living room is…
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