My son has an unfeasibly large head. It’s quite cartoonishly vast and I’m certain it contributes to his inordinately high trip/fall ratio. When he was a baby we hoped that he would grow into it but now that he is three years old I have grown to accept he will only ever wear sweaters with […]
Silly Moffa
The pygmies have acquired a new insult. I don’t know if this has come via the new nanny and her acquaintances, or whether they have picked it up from Mr Tumble and his cohorts. Whatever the source, any squabble or clumsiness is met with a chorus of “silly moffa!” and peals of laughter. I like […]
Answering life's questions
I have been tagged by Knackered Mother to answer some personal questions. You have probably noticed I don’t generally play Cyber-tag memes, but I have made an exception for Knackered Mother because I love the fact that each of her posts includes a wine recommendation. Here is a mother who recognises the true reward of […]
Tackling the Domestics
I’m not very comfortable managing domestic staff. It’s not a problem at work; I feel perfectly comfortable tasking my staff, addressing performance issues and ensuring their developmental needs are met. Yet back in my home environment I lose my professional edge and become fearfully apologetic in my requests for quite legitimate tasks. My conversations with […]
Choosing the perfect childcare
The new nanny has started, following a brief handover period with the outgoing Mary Poppins. Readers who have been around for a while will remember my angst over the arrival of our first nanny and I am relieved to discover I have relaxed considerably since then. It no longer concerns me that she may inadvertently […]
Doing it like big brother
Despite having the bladder capacity of a gnat, two year old G is insistent that she is ready for big girl pants like her twin sister, whose sixteen minute seniority makes a huge difference to sibling hierarchy. And to bladder capacity. Three year old J still needs prompting, so all in all we spend a […]