Category: Confessions

Confession: I don’t ask my toddler to share

Who knew playground etiquette would be so complex. Do you let your kid climb the slide? Are adults allowed on the swings? Will the other mothers ever forgive me for letting my son jump in a puddle (in bare feet on top of it)? I have probably committed every playground faux pax in the book but my chief sin must be that I never ask my son to share. Let me explain.…

Confession: I suck at baby signing

My baby recently turned 1, which means that for the past 365+ days, every evening at bath time, I have been faithfully signing “bath” and “daddy”, accompanied by a cheesy grin and silly dance. 365 days. Every single night (well nearly). You’d think baby boy would have cottoned on by now, right? Nope. In this house, we don’t do baby signing, we do mummy signing. I sign and baby boy watches.…

Confession: we don’t have any electronic toys

Way before baby boy was born I banned electronic toys. I decided that we would live without the jingling sounds of digital pianos, singing key rings and speaking teddies. Family and friends were informed as politely as possible in an attempt to prevent any “inappropriate” gifts from entering the house. My close friends just laughed: “It’s inevitable!” they said. “There’s nothing you can do! Your house will be taken over…

Confession: we don’t have a schedule…or a routine

Just before baby boy was born I was embarrassed to tell people I wasn’t planning on getting a stroller. It seemed everyone was bombarding me with advice on which stroller to get and it felt a bit weird to go “um, actually, I think I’ll be okay with just a sling…” Now, I proudly carry baby boy with me wherever I go: I know babywearing works for me and happily tell…