For those of a sensitive disposition – look away now – things are about to get super real. I suppose it was inevitable that if I wrote a blog about feeding twins I would eventually get around to what happens to all that food … but it’s only 3 months into the potty-training process that … Continue reading Number Twos with Two (Or what is the square-root of shit?)
As the twins near their second birthday they have really ceased to be babies and become (that most dreaded of all life stages) The Toddler. They run, they scream, they throw themselves on the ground in abject despair, they make each other (and me) laugh uproariously at seemingly nothing, and importantly they talk. This transition … Continue reading Life Lessons
In my last post I set up the challenge of Veganuary. We successfully completed this challenge, with a couple of days ‘off’ largely in order not to inconvenience ourselves or others. So what was the outcome? Veganuary served its primary purpose for me, which was to get us out of the food rut … Continue reading On food and feeding
Food. Of all the things that I didn’t think to worry about before I had kids food topped the list. I figured that we’d just whizz up whatever we were having (minus the salt) and the kids would just delightedly lap it up. I’ve always been obsessed with food, from baking brownies at 9 to … Continue reading Eating with two
Of the many delightful discoveries I’ve made since moving to England 15 years ago, one of the best has to be Just a Minute. It’s one of those radio shows that’s been going since the late 60s and only the BBC could have commissioned it. Hosted by the funniest straight man ever, Nicholas Parsons, the … Continue reading Just a Minute
Loyal followers of my ‘daily updates’ pages (hi Mom) will be aware that I was interviewed for @TalkRADIO yesterday about my experiences having IVF on the NHS following a report from Fertility Fairness on the increasing post-code lottery of IVF access in England. The report got amazing coverage, it was on Radio 4’s today programme … Continue reading IVF Survivor Guilt?
I'm sitting in the departure lounge at Heathrow, waiting to board my flight to New York. I'm on my own, there are no sticky hands or snotty noses. And while I know that those hands and noses will still need wiping when I get back, I can't help but worry... About everything. The babies … Continue reading Separation Anxiety