Women and children may go

I’ve spent the last two years immersed, for a large part, in the world of babies and the world of parenting. A world where concerns are shared, and deeply felt, by parents looking to do everything in their power right by their children. Wanting to look after them, to nourish them, to keep them healthy, … Continue reading Women and children may go

It’s a girl thing

Imagine if, when we were expecting a child, that the main question people would ask was… say… are you hoping for a blonde or a brunette? Are you going to find out the hair colour in advance, they would ask, or are you going wait for it to be a surprise?! If, for some reason, … Continue reading It’s a girl thing

So says

Yer man said something interesting the other day. You know the chap, the pope, they call him, isn’t it. Innit, I’m getting all London n all. Well, that fella said that people are not having enough children these days for his liking. He said this is a great shame. He said this is a sign … Continue reading So says

Wanting Mama

The joke is that we have one each. Two babies born at the same time, and Andrew and I raising one of them each. It’s not quite the truth, (we are a team of four). But it is true enough that certain bonds have been formed through the way things panned out in those early … Continue reading Wanting Mama

Losing Identity

There’s a lot of talk these days about the phenomenon, experienced by many women, of losing their identity after having a baby. Women lose their sense of who they are. We understand this because, of course, having a baby brings massive changes to our lives. But what do we really mean by this thing of … Continue reading Losing Identity


I often write here about how different our two little girls are and have been from day dot. It’s been such an incredible joy and a gift to pay witness to. One of the best examples is in how they sleep. Oh, babies and sleep. How babies sleep or don’t sleep can be the crux … Continue reading Selfish

One of my daughters prefers her dad. And I don’t mind.

It goes back to the very beginning. I didn’t manage to breastfeed her and before we knew it we were regularly feeding our daughters, side by side, and alliances were being formed. Having twins was an incredible initiation into parenthood for two utterly clueless adults. It quickly became apparent that they were two very different … Continue reading One of my daughters prefers her dad. And I don’t mind.


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