Having children is character building, in the sense that they slowly erode all your essential being and moral fibre, so you can only build up from there. Today, I sacrificed my glasses for watching fancy foreign subtitled films. Baby is so obsessed with my reading glasses that I offered him these in the hopes of… Continue reading A serving suggestion for balsamic and sherry reduction and also humility
Oh, adulthood. Mister Baby spent yesterday in full honey badger mode – shrieking, running, cuddling, and roaring. He is an adorable bundle of WTF. Despite still not really getting much sleep, I’m no longer able to drop off if I go to bed at 7pm with him, as I have done the past eight months.… Continue reading Luxury Flapjack
Oh it was an exciting few days at the Grandpoops. We went to John Lewis and Mister Baby had his first bit of scone and cream (no jam, obviously we are middle class enough to be holding out on the refined sugar). He was bamboozled by his introduction to the world of soft play (I… Continue reading Mejadra-esque
The ordeal is over. The Grandparents are back from holiday. Three and a half weeks of Mister Baby care without assistance during the Patriarch’s extremely long working hours. A trip to Manchester. A family party in Leicester. Mister Baby deciding that when other adults were available, he would only go to Mummy and Daddy. It’s done.… Continue reading Clapped Out Mezze
Don’t you love it when your children help with the housework? Perfect little angels. This week, Boop somehow – and don’t ask me how – managed to bring in a giant dead spider on her arse. Then dropped it on the baby’s lovingly handmade playmat. Baby, on the other hand, enjoys helping with the tumbledryer,… Continue reading Strawberry & peanut butter smoothie
I firmly believe anyone interested in a contemporary study of British life should just sit on a train. It’s the stuff of anthropologists’ dreams. This weekend we travelled to Manchester to see the Patriarch’s family. In true British style, our Sunday train service back to London was doubly delayed. We were diverted onto a different… Continue reading The Most British Train Journey
The radio silence this week has been because it has been too bloody hot to cook anything. I love food more than the next person, but it was just too sweltering to start roasting and boiling things. Mister Baby delighted in being dressed only in a nappy and is thankfully still at an age… Continue reading Too Bloody Hot Vegan Caprese Salad
