Sometimes the children nail it without meaning it. Boy Two has an issue with his temper. He really struggles to control it actually, to be honest, we’re all struggling with it. He’s like the little girl who had a little curl only without the being a girl bit. So when Boy One was talking about […]

Dogs no longer frighten Boy One. For years his typical AS aversion to unpredictable, noisy, messy mutts made visits with canine cousin Pinto the Dog a little trying. It was a joy to see him puffed with pride as he walked P the D back down the hill. You’re never too young to know that […]

It’s a conspiracy. Boy Three is away, by all accounts, charming most of West Yorkshire. So, theoretically, that means a couple of nights of unbroken sleep. However, the first night Boy Two was all hot and sore from his swine flu vaccination when he clambered into bed beside me. Luckily he’s “good as new” and […]

I need to be a little easier on Boy Two. He stumbled into a breakfast table conversation about subatomic particles and neuclear physics and asked: “How do you split the atom? I want to make sure I don’t do it by mistake.” The answer might actually not be food – but just that 3am is […]

A Tom Girl is the opposite of a Tom Boy – that is a boy who likes dolls, pink and, probably, ironing. Look, this is just about what I learned not what it means to gender politics. It doesn’t matter how I couch it, if he doesn’t want to wear that really fetching tartan shirt, […]