Hooray for Boobies (A Breastfeeding meme)

Before you read this meme, you should know that I am an extended breastfeeding, cloth nappy-using, co-sleeping, babywearing, attachment parent.  I am raising my kids the most natural way I can, and it is what works for us.  I am passionate about breastfeeding, and I believe everyone should at least give it a try.

Just don’t tell me I am a boob nazi.  I may be a little militant, but comparing nourishing my babies to a regime that committed mass genocide is just stupid.

1. Why did you choose boob over bottle? Continue reading

SunFun: So Long, Kamikaze Pigeon

All week I had that revolting pigeon corpse hanging out on my roof.  Every morning I opened my children’s curtains and I hoped that somehow, during the night, it had gone.

The first night, a part of me thought maybe it hadn’t died and was just unconscious.  Perhaps it had come round, shaken it’s head, cooed at the moon, and flown off.  The next morning, when it was still there, a little less plump, it’s feathers flapping in the breeze, I really did have to come to terms with the fact that Kamikaze Pigeon was indeed now with our Lord. Continue reading

There Was A Little Girl…

Earlier on today, my daughter sidled up to me and sweetly asked if I liked her “actitubes”. Her eyes were blue and wide, she was flashing her most charming of smiles and flicked over her face, was a single blonde ringlet.

She is a very beguiling child. She looks as if butter wouldn’t melt.

But one thing you should know about Ruby, is that she is the Little Girl with the Little Curl.

By actitubes she means attitude, and lately hers has been somewhat whiffy.

But also, absolutely blinking hilarious.

Yesterday, the children were invited to have tea at a friend’s house.  Continue reading

Dear Elliot (Now You Are One)

Dear sweet little Elliot,

Today is your first birthday.  The past year has slipped by so fast, I can scarcely believe it was 365 days ago that I went into labour with you.  There we were, watching Top Gear in bed when I started contracting, and a mere 12 hours later you were born, covered in vernix but totally chilled out from your water birth.   Continue reading

Kamikaze Pigeon

Today, whilst I was getting the children dressed in Ruby’s bedroom, a pigeon committed suicide on my roof.

It was actually really quite traumatic.  There we were, putting on thermal vests and tights when out of nowhere there was an almighty thud on the window.

I admit I let out a bit of a squeal.  It scared the hell out of me.  Especially as I witnessed what happened next: Continue reading