Merry Birthmas – a lazy mum’s guide to December birthdays 

At the risk of offending anyone with a healthy dose of too much information, my husband and I are March breeders.

I don’t know what they’re putting in the water come autumn, but it must be a little shoo-wop shoo-waddy-waddy yippity boom-de-boom, because when we were trying to conceive, before you could say chang-chang Continue reading

I tried to relax. I failed.

imageSo no one is going to accuse me of running rancho relaxo at my house.

I recently confessed that I was always going to be a routine mum, and having twins just gave me a good excuse to use when other people gave me shit about the army boot camp regime that masquerades as the running of my household. I’ve Continue reading