Let it snow, let it snow…

Baby Fig today saw his first snow.

( Continue reading… )

Literary Lists

As the mummy of a three month old, I have very little – I can’t stress enough how little – time to do things for myself. If I have a free half-hour because Fig is asleep or playing with his daddy, I usually end up doing housework.  I’ve always been a big reader, but even my reading habits have changed recently – books need to be easily digestible in small chunks as I can only devote the odd fifteen minutes to them, and I’m usually so tired that when I come to pick it up the next day, I have no recollection of what I read the day before!  So no political biographies for the forseeable. However, for Christmas I was bought this rather wonderful Literary Listography, and it’s perfect for focusing a little me time, however brief that time may be.

( Continue reading… )

A routine question

Before Fig was born, and I’m slightly embarrassed to admit this, I had poured over baby books, and established in my head that without doubt the single most important thing about parenting was getting your child into a routine practically before they even get home from the hospital. I had even written a detailed daily schedule for us, based on what I considered to be practical hours for Saul and I and what the books said Fig, being one of those ‘typical’ babies (bear in mind there’s no such thing), would be like. Reader, I was an idiot.

( Continue reading… )

Baby beads

Fig has gone, in a matter of days, from watching me playing with his toys to actually starting to play with a few choice things himself. His favourite toy is still a muslin, which he finds endlessly entertaining until he pulls it over his face and can’t get it off, at which point the screaming starts.  But his new fave rave are these Manhattan baby beads.

( Continue reading… )

Is it spring yet?

Determined to soak up every ray of winter sun that filters through the damp clouds, we ventured today to Etherow Country Park.

( Continue reading… )

Hands are the new feet

Time was, Fig would happily spend half an hour lifting a foot in the air, waggling it a bit and looking at it.  This became more exciting when we discovered rattle socks.  But life has taken on new meaning in the past few weeks, as Fig has discovered HANDS!

( Continue reading… )

Older posts »