So tired!

I feel like singing that Lili Von Shtupp song from Blazing Saddles. I’m so tired! But not from that.
Woof woof! All night long. DD has *that* cough again. That cough that is dismissed by doctors as being nothing, even when it affects her breathing. I worked out I had a total of 4 hours [...]

How to tire a mother

A Guide for Toddlers
1. Ensure you wake 30 minutes after your mother has fallen asleep. Make sure you use the tone of whimper that is never noticed by fathers, or cough, or call out for a missing toy.
2. Keep on the act even after your mother has looked after you, thus making her so thoroughly [...]

Oh Tantrum, how endearing you are!

I am used to DD’s tantrums. They start over the darndest of things: not finding her favourite socks or teddy bear, being made to wear clothes, being made to have a fresh nappy, not having biscuits and honey for breakfast, and that’s just before 7.45 am.
DD threw a tantrum just as we entered the [...]

Bark! Bark!

No, we don’t have a dog. Can you imagine the carry-on the cats would create if we brought a dog into their close-knit family?
Rather, I have a toddler who coughs and coughs. The doctor hasn’t been much help with this apart from when her cough turned into a croup cough, for which she was given [...]

Ooh, just like YOU!!

Nobody has ever told me that my daughter looks like me. All I ever hear is “Ooh, doesn’t she look just like your husband!”  It’s the blond hair, I’m sure, even though there are strawberry blonds on my side of the family too with blue eyes and round cheeks. Just for once I’d like someone [...]

Mmm! Mmm! (My cooking)

Ah, such sweet words! I made pumpkin soup on Tuesday evening and Mimi’s immediate reaction was “Mmmm! Mmmm!” as she lapped it up. I haven’t seen that enthusiasm for anything vegetable-based for ages.
I gave her tuna mornay on top of mashed vegetables on Weds. evening. Same response. Tuna mornay is wonderful and she would have [...]

Me me me!

Oh yes, it’s all about me. Mimi celebrated her second birthday by letting us in to the secret of her ownership of everything. That is, everything that isn’t yucky (another new word). The most annoying one is “my sheat” (referring to my recliner, not Daddy’s whose recliner remains his).
For some reason, sit and [...]