This post, it appears, is almost a whole year too late….this may give you some clue as to what I am about to tell you.  If you don’t know.  I am no longer a parent to one child.  I have two.  We also moved house just under 18 months ago.  Completely new town, completely new faces.    It’s great to have children close together in age…eventually.  For the first year or so it is the hardest work you have ever...

I intended to write a blog post about this on or around Kitty’s birthday but I just didn’t have the chance.  It’s been that kind of a year.  Those who know me, or are friends on Facebook, will be intimately acquainted with the awfulness that I and my family have been facing.  At least most of it.  For those that don’t, I will write it all down as succinctly as possible. It started on New Years Eve.  I came home from...

Until relatively recently, it was believed that ‘Morning Sickness’ was psychosomatic.  It was a hysterical reaction by hysterical women to a situation that they were suddenly quite frightened off. The cure was getting the hell over it. Fortunately we know a little more these days but there is still sometimes a feeling that the discomforts of pregnancy are something that women should forebear with a smile.  I understand, there...

Here’s a funny thing. There was a time when having more than one child was so normal that the decision not to have a second one needed to be defended. I know, I grew up, an only child, in that era. This week I announced that I was pregnant with my second and have been told that I am ‘brave’, even ‘crazy’. Parents with one have commented how busy they already are, as if to say that the whole thought of having two children is terrifying. It...

A friend of mine told me that Ashton Kucher, in an interview, said something to the effect that for the first year of parenting you are trying to keep them alive and for the second, you are trying to prevent them from actively killing themselves. Babies are fearless. The world, to them, is packed full of exciting things to discover and adventures to go on. They are eager just to get out there and explore. They have not yet learned the hard...

Wow. A year has passed by incredibly fast and little Kitty Rose has gone from a tiny dot, underweight for her height to a walking, pointing, babbling little character who knows exactly what she wants and is anything but a featherweight. It’s not always been easy, I’ve had my melt-down days and I have learned a tremendous amount. Here are the biggest lessons I have learned, or rather, am still learning because it’s all a process. My advice...