• BT Baby Monitor 6000 Review

    Big brother is watching you, or in this case, mum and dad from the comfort of their bed! Arguably one of the best gifts we were given when Ivy was born was her video baby monitor and ours recently packed in (RIP), putting us into a blackout for the first time in just under two years. To be fair, the old Vtech monitor we had was dropped, thrown and trodden on more times than I can remember, so it proved itself to be a solid product. You don’t ever get fully past the stage of wanting to check your little one is breathing every couple of seconds when they’re asleep,…

  • A weekend away in Edinburgh

    What if I said to you that you were getting on a flight, and for 48 hours your clothes would be free of weetabix, you wouldn’t have to lay a hand on a single nappy, and your ears would be free of the whimsical tunes of Moana and Frozen. It gets better, what if I told you a guaranteed lie in was on the horizon? Actual uninterrupted sleep and no thrown dummies for two. whole. nights. This is like parent dirty talk! Well I think I nailed it with the birthday present this year for Meg, because for her birthday weekend we left Ivy in the capable hands of my…

  • Will 3 become 4?

    Life as an adult is very much like being a permanent plate spinner. The metaphorical plates upon each stick can be anything from work commitments and deadlines, to home life, housework and doing your best to stay fit and active. If you pile parenthood into the mix, you can add plates of nappy changing, entertaining, food prepping, miniature clothes washing, crisis and tantrum averting, bathing, blah, blah, blah. It’s no wonder that at some stage a plate will fall and smash. At the moment plates are flying, work is busy, Ivy is growing and the prospects of looking for a family home are becoming very realistic, that in itself is more…

  • Dad In (Physical) Training

    Keeping active has always been high on my agenda. I’m pretty sure I have some form of low level undiagnosed ADHD. If I do, it would explain my need to be doing something, anything to entertain me at moments throughout the day. Now before you eye roll, I’m not saying my weekends are spent motivated, going on jolly hikes and forcing the family on long bike rides whilst wearing my lycra revealing all for the world and what they definitely don’t want to see. Believe me when I say I am more than happy vegging in front of the TV, on the sofa eating Doritos and judging people’s cooking abilities on…

  • Ivy in walking reins

    Tips for life with a baby on the move

    I wrote a blog a little while ago talking about how Ivy was well and truly a baby on the move. When I posted it, I got a few excited texts and messages asking if she was walking. I think I oversold the situation, Ivy was certainly well and truly taking her literal first steps to walking, but it was a combination of a few steps and then her hybrid crawl and foot drag she’d mastered. But she really was on the move. A baby’s first steps are always a milestone that every parent thinks of, and you want to make sure you are there for the very moment it happens. For the…

  • Ivy watching TV

    To TV, or not to TV: that is the question

    To TV, or not to TV: that is the question. Forgive my awful modern attempt at Shakespeare, but in this day and age similar questions are at the forefront of every parents mind. However, To iPad, or not to iPad didn’t quite have the same ring to it. One of the many great modern day debates of parents – how much time is too much time when it comes to your kids using technology in a world where tech is quite literally everywhere you look? Let’s firstly look at the key development stages of a baby/toddler in very unscientific terms:  Ball of squidge that can’t move without your help, cries,…

  • Preparing for parenthood: My recommendations

    Preparing for parenthood, at a high level, goes a bit like this; realise how much there is to learn and do, panic, do some research on the internet, buy loads of parenting books, read a load of scaremongering and science, panic some more, then find another parent to-be and realise you’re in the same boat and your panic settles somewhat. But really it’s still there bubbling under the surface. It’s kind of how this blog came about, I wanted to reduce the panic moments by sharing the good and the bad, the stress-worthy and non stress-worthy moments of preparing to be a parent. Now we’re on the “other side” of…

  • Big Clock

    When is the right time?

    Talk of babies is in the air, and as our social circle gets older, the talk of marriage and building a family is becoming a more popular topic of conversation, and the million dollar question, ‘when is the right time to have a baby?’ I’ve learnt that there is no single response to that, it all comes down to circumstance, but in my experience the initial answer is never. A baby entering your life rocks your world from the moment you find out they exist, and in that sense you are never really ready. But you can be prepared. As a society everything is now delayed a bit. The majority of us…

  • Nursery: The Good, The Bad and The Bugs

    The thought of sending your daughter or son to nursery is one of mixed emotions, just like everything seems to be as a parent. One minute you want to spend every second with them, squidging chubby cheeks and hearing their amazing little laugh. The next they’ve just thrown weetabix AKA the closest thing to cement across the room, hitting everything possible including the dog, and you’re suddenly keen to offload them to anyone that will have them. Nursery is a huge consideration. You may have days where the words “I wish I just had some bloody time to myself” come all to easily, but when the reality strikes to hand…

  • She’s On The Move

    I remember the first time Ivy showed proper hand eye coordination and picked something up. I remember tummy time and her frustration as she loudly shouted into the floor because she didn’t quite have the strength in her back and neck to lift her head of the ground. And I remember sharing her determination to sit upright on her own from lying on her back (she had more willpower to do sit-ups than I ever will). All of these milestones were exciting and seemed a gargantuan task that she slowly but surely overcame. ‘Where’s she gone?’ During those times that feel so long ago now, people would say “you wait…