Attachment parenting

Nana passed me a newspaper article to read that appeared to label bits of my parenting methods as “attachment parenting”, “off grid parenting” or “intensive mothering”. The tone of the article seemed slightly derogatory towards this particular style of parenting and the author seemed particularly dubious as to whether children and parents come off any…

Progress….oh wait, maybe not.

Huge achievement!! I managed to get the Little One asleep and down in her cot before 10pm and I left the bedroom while it was still light outside. How did I celebrate? Glass of wine I hear you cry; or how about snuggles with the hubby in front of the telly; or maybe I should…

Heatwave -not good for business or baby

Summer has arrived and I’ve been receiving the odd comment regarding working outdoors in this lovely 30 degree heat. Most people would naturally think that I’m one jammy beggar but let me set the record straight. Although I’m not about to volunteer to walk into an air conditioned office I can’t say I enjoyed wearing…

Sorry, I don’t speak baby!

Today’s been a funny old day. Actually the past week has been rather odd as far as the Little One is concerned. I don’t know if she’s going through some sort of developmental leap but her usual cute babbling has disappeared and the new sound makes you think her lips have been sewn shut –…

Baby road rage

Had a bit of a break with the blog while my lovely sister-in-law was visiting. The Little One was on her best behaviour for the visit and they’ve both taken to each other really well – think plenty of smiles and giggles so we hope she’ll be back soon!   Different story if we rewind…

Old me vs. Real me

Earlier today, as I stood sopping wet, garden fork in hand, I chuckled to myself as I remembered the old me. The old me was pretty downtrodden whilst sat in an office, 40 hours a week; the old me didn’t know why she was miserable and couldn’t pin point what it was that she really…

Junk Mail

I don’t know if I’m alone here but, since becoming a mum my e-mail inbox seems to be flooded with tens of e-mails each day telling me how many days, weeks or months old the Little One is. Do you think they think that mums (and dads of course!) need reminding of this important fact, that…