Yet another blogging mummy

Years ago, when my daughter was about 1, and I was back working at my school, (that eventually kicked me to the curb for having the audacity to have a baby and then ask to work part time, but that is an entirely other story) one of my colleagues, who had a pregnant girlfriend, asked me if I had any advice for having a new baby. At the time I felt totally overwhelmed with the question, as, my god, how much time did he have to listen? I could not possibly condense all of my suggestions and helpful advice into one sentence. For years, I've been thinking about it and wondering what one or two poignant, incredibly helpful things I could have told him, and I really couldn't think of anything.  Firstly, there is so much to say that it's just too overwhelming to hear, let alone to try and articulate.  Secondly, whatever you say, people will forget or not listen to in the first place. But now, now we are six, I have a feeling that the best advice I could give anyone who is raising a...

Last night, as I was lying next to my pickle who was on the precipice of sleep, after playing a card game and having some chats, she sleepily, yet firmly, murmured to me "Mummy. Put your feet down." She likes to have the security of knowing that whoever has the pleasure of being next to her in bed is comfortable, thus making it less likely for them to leap out of bed, leaving her alone, in the foreseeable future. "Pickle" said I, "my feet are down." At this point she sat up, to check that my feet, in fact, were down, whereupon she realised that my duvet was not in the correct position. She moved it slightly to the right, so that my feet were uncovered, and let out a contented sigh. "ahhhh." she intoned, and turned over and went to sleep. That is all.  Thanks for reading x