A critical question for an almost one year old. The answer in this instance is to shuffle her wee butt around with daily increasing adeptness and speed. The ...

Because there were some beautiful ones. But holidays with three small children, they're hard work. This was not a holiday that's going to go in the books as...

Time to put the moses basket back in the loft. I wonder when it'll come down again. When I was pregnant with Sally, mum asked if I wanted the moses basket. ...

That would be me - not the actual baby. Although this is a picture of the baby being geeked which I know is off topic, but she's so darn cute at the moment...

I got some goodies from Klean Kanteen Pip needed a drinks bottle and the Lifeventure flask I bought about five years ago has lost part of its rubber seal. I...

What good timing with all the climate change activism happening at the moment. I've written about why I like cloth nappies a couple of times. It boils down ...

Woodland trails at Basildon Park. Three pounds, a map for a route around a field and a Cadbury's Easter Egg at the end? No thank you. We're going to go for...

Seriously, how long are these holidays? These are some of the things that happened when I decided to make biscuits with the small people. I'd taken them all...

This morning Sally asked me if I would paint her toe nails, I had no particular reason to refuse and it seemed a suitable carrot to hold over her head to hel...

CHEEKY WIPES - These ought to be mandated for all new parents. These arrived in the post this week. They are the best. They are also the reason that I just...

On Wednesday morning this week, Pip pulled one of his socks off and told me he had crayon on his toes. He was half right, I suspected it to be paint and not...

No, the other way around. Baking to keep me sane. I fall in and out of being a regular baker. I've been rather better at it over the last six months or so, ...

And a few lasts too. This having a new number three baby is an odd thing. It wasn't until I had Pip that I realised that I really liked babies and I actuall...

As I write this wind is lashing at the window and the sky is the gloomiest early March can muster. This time last week, it was the last day of the weird Feb...

Sometimes I forget to tell my husband how excellent he is. Well, actually, I tell him quite a lot, but to draw a comparison from the last bits of year 10 wor...

Last week I was trying to do to much. Now I'm supposed to be doing nothing at all. You think you know what you're doing. You think you're listening to your...

New beds have arrived and I'm starting to freak out about the arrival of baby three. Things always happen in an awkward order and there is never enough time ...

We love you; why don't you like us enough to give us lids? I really don't get it. The boxes are nice and wooden and contain all manner of small and large pi...

It doesn't get me any points in the battles against plastic, but it is a tick in the smaller, nicer companies column - Childs Farm sell my new favourite chi...

Penelope Lively - again - How it all Began & Roald Dahl's My Uncle Oswald Sometimes there are days that are just a bit less hard. Sometimes instead of wakin...