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The Buggy Blogger - Life's Never Dull!
'I secretly adore doing all that very basic, grassroots mothering' 'Our friends' house was a haven of calm...until we arrived' 'Things are going missing - and it's not just my underpants' It's all about poo and taboos this week All abroad for a demonstration of how to stick out like a sore brit 'I may have three sons, but by God I still feel young at heart!' 'The return of the Buggy Blogger - back by popular demand' 'When can baby weight no longer be called baby weight? When said child is two!' 'Mummy,what's in that large parcel?' 'It came to the wrong address'. Festive fibbing in our blogger's house. 'Thanks to Ikea, it's a very Swedish Christmas school fair.' 'Do I do Facebook - where would I find the time?' 'While Britney hits the headlines with her misdemeanors our middle son is hitting me instead.' 'What should I be calling girls wobbly bits in a conversation with a three-year-old?' 'His starter bike's starting to look like a circus clown's prop' 'From time to time I do morph from nice mummy into villainess' 'It's back to school with a bang, a bump and a couple of ouches' 'Pass the parcel rapidly descended into pass the dustpan and brush' 'J's turning out to be quite the young Euro - with his 'ghost' cheese and love of Barbar' Click here to read 'Tension was mounting at the school fair's cake competition table' 'Enduring - whoops enjoying - our first school sports day' 'I'd like to see Trinny and Susannah tackling B on one of his wardrobe-blackballing days' 'Is B tone deaf or is he just in touch with his blokey side?' 'Knock Knock! Who’s there? Doctor. Doctor who? Doctor Who! Ha ha ha ha…' 'How many times in one day can a 3-year-old ask why?'
'I thought that becoming a parent I'd morph seamlessly into a mature and dignified grown-up' 'Without wishing to sound like a WAG, you can't half spend money like water with three little children in tow' 'I’m mercifully spared from the horrors of Disney princess fancy-dress outfits' 'B places his first bet on the Grand National' 'The kids have developed a wicked pash for those horrid little balloons that look and smell like vile-coloured water-filled condoms' 'The worst bit of the journey was a bit of apple-juice OD burp-back about 5 minutes outside Calais' 'It's nearly Easter and I've got a houseful of hot cross sons' 'Does anyone fancy joining my campaign to have the clock changes adjusted to coincide with the school holidays' 'A wonderful Mother's Day was had by everyone - including wine-soaked moi' 'We're currently in the grip of a willy fixation' 'J sobbingly quizzes me on what happens when people die. Will he still be able to visit me? Can I eat in Heaven?' 'Once everyone's fully clothed to their complete satisfaction, S decides it's the perfect moment to fill his nappy' The party got off to a shaky start and then the cake trashing incident happened'
'All hail to Calpol, best friend and saviour at 3 in the morning' 'Why are there no waterproof togs for the mum pushing the buggy?' 'B is a boy of simple pleasures. Happiness is a plateful of ketchuppy sausages' 'Hell hath no fury like a woman whose laboriously made fish pie has been scorned' 'He's afraid of the dark and of other people's mums. I can sympathise - even I find some of the playground mums intimidating' 'Before you know it, they'll be shaggy-haired teenagers and wild horses won't be able to drag them from their eggy-smelling bedrooms before noon' 'It was B's playgroup nativity play and though not cast as the camel, he definitely had the hump' 'It was time … fanfare … for a Big Day Out. Without Kids' 'Actually, Santa, if you’re reading this, forget about the front teeth thing. All I want for Christmas is a hot bath and fully functioning radiators' 'B's a regular little new man, erm toddler, when it comes to helping with household chores' 'Our visit to A&E this week was a … ahem … trip just waiting to happen'
'Changing S's nappy these days is like trying to strap a Pampers Active Fit round a revolving door' 'Gone are the days of being thrilled to clock a pop star. Nowadays I confess it's spotting a CBeebies celeb that gets me going' 'We’ve skipped from "let me tell you all my most intimate details, shall we talk about my poo?" to being a prematurely monosyllabic teenager' 'It's the harvest festival and I've just had my first encounter with competitive parenting' 'Perhaps if I whizz up a Yorkshire pud in the blender he'll start crawling next week?' 'The First Morning was actually OK. J skipped to school like Julie Andrews on an Austrian film set' 'The washing machine's making a decidedly worrying noise. A kind of a crunching rattling groan that certainly isn't in the manufacturer’s spec' 'It's potty training time and the entire family is on a high state of alert' 'Car journeys are now a minefield of diplomatic negotiations over whether to listen to Bob the Builder story tape or Bernard Cribbins' children’s classics' |
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With three boys under the age of 6, there’s never a dull moment for our buggy blogger. Certainly never a quiet one! Week by week, she gives her account of life on the buggy trail.
