There aren’t many books I really remember having read to me in childhood – Beatrice Potter, especially the scary one with the squirrel, Anatole the French mouse and the Tiger Who Came To Tea (although I may have imagined that). But I still remember the way I felt about Where The Wild Things Are, by […]
A momentary panic in the bedroom
You know you live with a toddler when…
For two mornings in a run, you wake up with “There’s a worm at the bottom of the garden, and his name is Wiggly Woo.” going through your head.You find yourself sitting cross-legged on the floor in the Glasgow Science Centre singing Old Macdonald and you don’t fear arrest. It’s not uncommon to prepare a breakfast […]
Potty training for reluctant parents… please
If you have the entirely understandable attitude of not giving a flying fig about the continence or otherwise of my children, look away now. But it has come to this. Boy Three is two and three quarters. He’s a big lad, he communicates well (and frequently) (and forcefully) and as far as I can see […]
Total Wipeout – the domestic version
Of course there’s a monkey on the light fitting This morning has been something of a trial. Properly testing the little ship of equanimity I’d sailed out of my yoga weekend in. Huge gusts of crabbiness were threatening to dump me in the ocean of irritability.Then I realised. It’s just a game. Total Wipeout for […]