I often find the most enjoyable moments with my children come entirely unexpectedly. I had one such moment the other day in the dentist’s surgery of all places. I’d booked a check-up for our eldest, Helen, and I. Our baby daughter Elizabeth was too young for a check-up so she sat in the corner and
It’s a cliche, but children grow up so fast, don’t you think? Two things have happened this week to make this point clear to me. The first was a couple of days ago when I accompanied Helen, our eldest daughter, to her school. Helen doesn’t start until September so this was an introductory session that
This was a gift given to many BritMums Live attendees. I didn’t give it a second thought at first because it looked like your usual book for babies with a few lights on it. On presenting it to our seventh month old, she immediately tried to eat it (nothing new their in fairness). Big sister,
I’ve had this idea of a blog post whirring round my head for the past couple of days. I’m not sure it’ll be that finely crafted but here goes. I’ll start with a confession; I’m a bit of a feminist. I’ve been spurred on to out myself following my recent BritMums Live experience. Regular readers
