In which our increasingly independent daughter does everything herself and learns to count.
When our babies are about the size of a lemon and live in our wombs, we have plentiful books guiding us through the dos and don’ts and weird sensations of pregnancy and if you’re anything like me, you consult your … Continue reading
It’s funny. If you’d told me at around the five-week mark, when we were having a really bad time owing to a severe but undiagnosed tongue-tie and I had not so much cracked nipples, rather nothing but cracks where my … Continue reading
In which Scarlett opens everything and eats everything else Continue reading
I think I may have said this a couple of times in the past, but it really is time to re-title this blog. At nearly 18 months old (18 months no way how did that happen etc etc) our walking, … Continue reading