Monthly Archives: November 2010

Yoda was wrong.

I have been sitting here for the last hour, trying to write a post about Sausage and how she came into the world. And I think I have realised, that after two and quarter years, I’m still not ready to do it. The words are flowing out of me readily, but somehow, it feels as if no words can ever do justice to how awful a situation it was. It’s taken a really long time …

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Stuck in my ways?

If you’ve read my blog before, you’ll know that Husband has some sleep issues which mean that often, he is awake while the rest of the household is asleep. We’re both avid users of StumbleUpon, which means that I often wake up with a dozen emails from him, little things that he’s read that he thinks I’ll find interesting. And I love it, it’s one of my favourite things as I know that he’s been …

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Big shoes.

In the last 838 days, I have discovered that I am expected to fill some pretty big shoes. 838 is the exact amount of days since Sausage was born, and in that time I have fulfilled more roles than I could ever have begun to imagine. Here are but a few: 1. Personal artist You know how you imagine rich people like P-Diddy to have really random people on their staff, just sitting around, waiting …

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Can we praise our kids too much?

From the moment that Sausage was born, I’ve told her every day that she’s the most beautiful, intelligent, amazing, special, funny little girl in the whole universe. I tell her about a hundred times a day that I love her and that she’s my favourite human in the whole world (don’t worry, Husband and I have an understanding that Sausage is favourite to both of us, but he and I come a very close second!). …

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Square Eyes.

Have you ever noticed how television is one of those parenting taboos, a subject on which most of us have an opinion? Well in our house, we’re pro-TV, which feels a little bit like I’m telling you all a dirty little secret, given the way parents are divided on the issue. However, it wasn’t always this way. When I was pregnant, we were adamant that television would have no part in our child’s life. We …

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How not to use a breadmaker.

 

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The true cost of parenting.

Some friends of mine and Husband’s are expecting their first child at the beginning of next year, and they had us over for dinner at the weekend. We were going through the usual baby-related chit-chat (and I swear, I have tried to lay off of baby-talk as I know it’s maddening for a Mum-to-be to have the same conversation with every single person she speaks to) and we got to the subject of shopping. Or …

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Bonfire Night.

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Here’s where I get preachy and judgemental.

Okay, anyone who is of faint-heart may want to turn away now. Because I have something to say, and it may not be pretty or delicate. It’s something I feel strongly about and if this turns into a rant, don’t blame me, you were warned! I would really, really like to know; why do people have children if they don’t like spending time with them? I was reading a post from a fellow blogger this …

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What makes kids ‘fussy eaters’?

I was just standing at the kitchen sink, doing the washing up (I do most of my best thinking whilst washing dishes!), and I was marvelling at how diverse Sausage is when it comes to her eating habits. This week alone, she’s eaten a chicken biryani, a homemade lasagna, a three-bean stew and a roast dinner, including carrots, greens and baby sprouts, not to mention a whole punnet of strawberries and half a bunch of …

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