Big news from the FF familyRead More Becoming
A few weeks ago I thought about starting this post and simply didn’t know where to begin. I was truly starting to wonder if we had a serious problem. I don’t know, because I haven’t done this before, but just how naughty can little boys actually be? Big Brother has been playing up, and down, […]Read More Boyzilla – the story of a threenager
I’ve been back at work for a few months now. I’ve been juggling like a … clown (that could work both ways) and I’m officially a parent to two littles who are getting larger. Time is flying and life is happening far too quickly. I mostly get sleep, I mostly get sustenance and I even, […]Read More Baby brain – true fact or un peu de bull?
The reality of family lifeRead More Balls (and the juggling thereof)
It has been brought to my attention recently that I am bossy. Bossy! Moi? Shut the front door!! You are too fricking right I am bossy. I own bossy, and about 20 million pairs of bossy boots to go with it. Just as a quick reminder, I am the eldest of four girls; my mum saw […]Read More Bossy
Boisterous is a word I use frequently to describe Boddler. From my perspective, it’s no coincidence that the word sounds like a hybrid of “boy” and “monstrous”. Boisterous actually means cheerful, noisy, energetic, like “a boisterous group of lads”. That’s a particularly apropriate example in this context. Lads. The terrible twos are hitting hard over here […]Read More Boisterous
I was flicking through some trashy magazines at the hairdressers last week (first time I’ve been solo since pre Bebette days – the hot tea and trash was amazing) and I couldn’t help but notice the number of distressing stories about couples with new babies whose partnership is “on the rocks”. The story goes like […]Read More Bittersweet bifurcating