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The (very) terrible twos

The (very) terrible twos

Don’t let that cheeky, chocolate covered grin fool you. This last week has been a real struggle with Rex. As people like to constantly remind me, ‘they don’t call it the terrible twos for nothing’. Yeah, no shit. Toddlers are renowned for being...
Positive parenting (help, please!)

Positive parenting (help, please!)

Since Rex was born I’ve been in a constant state of confusion. Breastfeed, bottlefeed, nappy brand, bottle brand, baby-led weaning or spoon fed etc, the list of things to be confused about as a parent is fucking endless. But probably the thing that I’m...
The ramblings of Rex

The ramblings of Rex

In a way that only Rex can, he’s had me in stitches recently. And, no, I am not referring to my current Leather Face-style scalp. His speech has come on leaps and bounds recently, to the point where he says things some times that literally stop me in my tracks....
Thank fuck it’s beanie season

Thank fuck it’s beanie season

When Rex was about six months old, I went to the doctors because I had a sore on my head that wouldn’t heal. First visit, antibiotic cream, second visit, steroid cream, third, fourth, fifth, sixth visit, stick with the cream, they said. Seventh visit and two...
Miscarriage: the aftermath

Miscarriage: the aftermath

The response to my last post was absolutely overwhelming. Genuinely. Over 1000 people have read it and I would guess at least 10 per cent have got in contact to offer support. It’s given Eamo and I a feeling of love and hope that I know we have both clung to...