Category: The Fringe

Thoughts on Christmas, toddlers and giving birth in a manger

“And so this is Christmas….and what have you done?” Not a lot, if this blog is anything to go by! Who knew trying to redesign a website with one hand while wiping a toddlers nose with the other during December would be so time-consuming…However, I do hope you like the new layout, which I’ll be fiddling with over the coming months (suggestions welcome, as always). This will be my second Christmas as…

Stress-free babysigning for laid-back mamas

I’ve recently had a couple of questions about babysigning (because guess who is finally expanding his vocabulary!) and thought I’d put together a quick, stress-free guide to babysigning for laid-back mamas. In case you’re wondering when to start, I began the day baby boy was born but only got my first real response around the 1-year mark, so go figure. Books will often tell you to “ideally start before X months”, which…

Why I want you to know about the Fertility Awareness Method

I often toy with the idea of silly alternative names for my blog. “Ring Slings and Breastfeeding” is one. The other is “Parenting Ideas with Really Bad PR”. I totally get why parents balk at even looking into things like educaring, elimination communication or the fertility awareness method. They sound either twee, hippy-dippy or just plain weird. I mean, elimination communication? Who refers to pees and poos as elimination?! I totally…

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.…