One of the best things about my job (apart from meeting cool families) is discovering new parts of London. One Tree Hill Park is named after an oak tree that Queen Elizabeth I sat under one time in the 1600s. It's literally half an hour walk from my door and I never knew it existed until last week.Read More
I met Mike and Iona in a prenatal class in more innocent times. Back when eating in restaurants at night was a thing and so was sleeping eight hours (in a row). Now -- we have toddlers.
Iona is one of those self-assured women who doesn't make you feel stupid even when you say wholly stupid things, who bakes cake when you visit, and happens to be an anaesthetist in a busy London hospital!
There's nothing I can say about Henry's fixation on his bright-pink buggy that won't sound like some weirdo comment on gender roles, so I'll just say... this is how you raise one caring little dude.
You can fit a lot into a day when it starts at 4:45 am. And when the temperature is anywhere above 6 degrees, that day probably involves the park. So, after tomato-sauce covered eggs, two episodes of Paw Patrol, another viewing of Stickman, 15 coffees and some curtain-twirling, we set off.
Having a toddler turns even the most basic activities into adventures - in wonderful and horrible ways. So a short stroll around the local park = epic three-hour journey involving a horror house with a front yard full of headless dolls, some upside-down hanging, stick-investigating, log-balancing and duck-communicating. Plus a whole bunch of tears, tantrums and falling on our faces. And that's just the morning.
Then someone says to me on Monday, "what did you get up to on the weekend?", and I'm all like, "ahh nothing much".Read More