Monthly Archives: August 2011
Just when you think your baby can’t get grubbier…
you go camping. There wasn’t much hope for Ramona. Her mother is one of those shower-averse Brits that substantiate the “myth” that we are an unclean nation. (I put myth in quotation marks as I like to think that there … Continue reading
That time we drove 12 hours to go to a car boot sale
We went to France ten days ago and, I swear, we didn’t have a clue where we were going or what to do there except that I had seen a snippet online; “the Vendee’s biggest flea market“, and being so … Continue reading
Bubbles: the last word in lazy parent tricks
When I am feeling a bit weary and Ramona is in need of entertainment I put something ethereal on the boombox, say, Fleet Foxes or a bit of classical, and then I lay on the sofa, her in the crook … Continue reading
The writing (and a pair of flares) is on the wall
When I was 14 a can of spray adhesive changed my world. (By world I mean bedroom.) Gone were the tatty, blu tacked up Green Day posters and up went all manner of random stuff that shouldn’t naturally be stuck … Continue reading
The day Ramona discovered ears
Today Ramona did her first proper crawl AND she learnt to take steps while holding our hands. But the discovery she was most enthusiastic about? My ear. She thought it was excellent, quite handclappingly hilarious and was entertained by it … Continue reading
The Ominous Silence of babies and toddlers
Ramona has already begun doing things I associate with parenting toddlers- drinking bath water? I have three more years of this? She literally bends double in the bath to slurp up that murky, soapy goodness. The other thing is going … Continue reading
Now we’re cooking with gas…
You may remember that upon moving into this home we did a quick and dirty makeover on our hideous kitchen- EXACTLY ONE YEAR AGO TO THIS DAY. We were going to leave it in this shabby chic glory… but then … Continue reading



