I found having a newborn baby a breeze. A walk in the park. A piece of cake. When she was tiny Frida would sleep, want boob, or be contented to snuggle on our laps or in a sling, perhaps looking at a book or a soft toy. She slept a lot at night, and napped…
Read MoreSick day
All who know me agree that I have become rather accident prone. In the last couple of years I have both fractured my arm and broken a rib, and two weeks ago I slipped at the bottom of our stairs landing on the top of my back, which is still sore. Yesterday S was playing with…
Read MoreThree months of Frida
Our baby is three months old. She is no longer a newborn. I can’t quite get my head around it. Time moves in strange ways – without work to demarcate the days, there are long stretches punctuated with short bursts. The first few weeks even more so, with the sleepless nights and incessant feeding make me feel…
Read MoreTravelling with a baby – some useful tips
This weekend we attended S’s grandfather’s stone setting. This meant being in Glasgow on Sunday afternoon. We live in South London, so this meant a fair amount of travelling with our three month old daughter. Though we were initially nervous about making the journey with a three month old it was absolutely fine (even pleasant, dare I…
Read MoreOn being good
His mother told him “Someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.” Chuck Berry – Johnny…
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