There’s this global movement in the business world called Fuckup Nights that I think is brilliant. Along with being generally hilarious, the stories tend to be quite inspiring. Largely because the people who have the humility to be able to get up in front of a crowd of people and say, “yep, I fucked up.” So how about Fuckup Nights for Parents?
A few weeks ago a dear friend asked me, “So, what’s she like?” I loved the question. I loved that … More
Our 2-year-old has been having a tough week. He’s happy one minute and irritable the next. Picky with food. Super opinionated … More
Our 18-month old has finally got the message that the boob restaurant is closed overnight (yay!), but now he has a … More
Readers of this blog will have enjoyed (or rolled their eyes at) my recent rants about mindfulness – about the … More
As if the amount of baby photos I post on Facebook, Instagram and Whatsapp groups wasn’t enough, today I’d like … More
Think I’ll let Eddie speak for me today.
Ostensibly, I’m all into doing things naturally. I read the books, follow the blogs, join the Facebook groups. I breastfeed … More
I know, I know, I know… all conditioned existence is impermanent, transient, in a constant state of flux. Still. A … More
Third post this month on sleeping! Seriously who am I? If you would have told me a year and a half ago … More