If you are looking for evidence to dispute the theory of evolution, then you need look no further than the human baby. On the 21st May, Baby G’s little arms and legs synchronised their movements just enough to enable him to crawl a few paces. Since that day, he has been on a mission of … More Survival of the Fittest?
Forget burning bras in a demonstration for women’s rights, for me, emancipation came in the form of a bottle. Not a bottle of gin (you may be surprised to hear) but a bottle of formula. One of my favourite bloggers about pregnancy and childbirth has been The Honest Dad. His posts are pragmatic and most … More Emancipation in a Bottle
A poem inspired by our very first trip to the beach with Baby Gubbins…and every subsequent trip. … More Discovering Sand
I recently introduced Baby G to the swings in our local park. He is still far too small to sit in them comfortably, but with his legs dangling either side of the cross-bar and his little hands clinging on to the front of the frame, he can balance just enough for me to swing him … More The Joy of Swinging
It’s been a while. 65 days in fact. I really have no excuse. No specific reason for the paucity of my blogs. If I was to use a simile, I would say that my brain is like a pen that has rolled under the couch and I have been scrabbling around on my belly these … More Hello World (Again)
My heart’s wonder, Six months have passed since I first felt your warm little body placed on my belly. The overwhelming flood of love and emotion that I felt on that day of your birth has soaked deep into the very core of my being. I watch you as you sleep, drinking in the awesomeness … More A letter to my son
*After you have changed that dirty nappy. Again. I’m going to break my cardinal rule. This blog is about baby poo. Unfortunately this topic has occupied far too much of my mental space over the last week. In fact so much, that I have been unable to formulate a blog on any other more interesting … More You Can do Anything!*
