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Counting sheep
Thank you to everyone who has steered me in the direction of The Baby Whisperer’s tried-and-tested pick up, put down technique. It doesn’t always work (I am weak) but when it does it is awe-inspiring....
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Let them eat cake?
Tomorrow we are attending the first birthday party of a boy whose mother – an American – serves up the best, hand-made-from-scratch cream teas I’ve ever tasted. Sugar high, here we come. And that’s...
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Indian summer? More like monsoon season…
Thank you Leapfrog Nursery for the umbrella, on loan from the lost property drawer, so at least one of us could stay dry during the deluge. And thank god for the lone cab with light on, which provided...
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Goodbye skinny dipping, hello pond dipping
I took this picture of Milo this morning at our lake house in Martha’s Vineyard Camley Street Natural Park – two acres of wild green space a stone’s throw from King’s Cross St Pancras....
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One woman’s rubbish…
…is another woman’s… treasure? You spend £379.71 a month to send the boy to nursery three afternoons a week and this is what he comes home with. A boat. Come on, people. Have we learned...
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‘Twas the night before Christmas…
…and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Except this one. Who only found my favourite cardigan on the floor and ate his way through it...
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Wanna take it outside?
Politically correct? Me? Still. If that was my kid on a billboard with “Bigger. Fatter. Gypsier.” stamped across his face, I’d be ready to get in a fight over it.
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Echoes of the past
Here in Scotland, where the kids and I are staying until we find tenants for our flat (having well and truly hit the wall in terms of coping in a small, two-bed flat atop Old Street roundabout with two...
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What does a daddy do?
Last night I assembled this dolls’ house, a delightful gift from my sister-in-law. On reflection, it was one of my more constructive Saturday nights. This morning, following a freak out when I thought...
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It’s almost enough to make me want to have more…
For years, her arms had ached with longing. It was a self-indulgence she didn’t often permit herself, but sometimes she would sit in a chair, her eyes closed, her arms crossed against her breast, and...
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