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Having Kids Turns EVERYTHING on its Head

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The ‘Now Scary’ List

A couple of months ago, my four-year old, Dylan and I were in the car and just about to back out of the garage to go for a quick trip to the supermarket. My almost two-year old was all the way upstairs, with her Daddy.

Except she wasn’t.

I don’t know why I got out of the car before I backed out. But there was Eloise, just standing on the driveway, directly behind my car. Maybe I saw her out of the corner of my eye as she sidled past my car and didn’t quite register it consciously but it was enough to get my body to move. Or maybe it was the universe whispering to me that we should shut (and even lock) the internal door from the house to the garage when we go out. Or maybe it was dumb luck.

I will never know but I am beyond grateful that a tragic accident did not occur that day. We immediately put in place more safety procedures around leaving the house. I know that driveway accidents do happen, but when it is that close to home, it scares you. A lot.

Having kids turns EVERYTHING on its head. Now things that I had never thought of as harmful are to be feared. Add to the ‘now scary’ list – mall escalators, TV’s (that are not attached to the wall) and anything that can hold an inch of water.


The ‘Now Not Fun’ List

On top of that, things that were fun are now not fun at all. Have young children? Cross going to a restaurant off your list of enjoyable activities for the foreseeable future (unless it is on a rare date night, just the two of you). Actually, visiting people, vacations and simply leaving the house to go anywhere is often less fun.


The ‘Now Difficult’ List

So as parents of small children we get a dose of more scary and less fun. What else? Oh, things that didn’t used to be hard are now extremely difficult. As noted above, going out is challenging, even to something you go to every day, like kindergarten. Where do kids shoes disappear to overnight?

But beyond that, all basic day-to-day activities are now harder. For instance, eating, sleeping and going to the toilet on my own.


The ‘Now Fun’ List

However, I have found things that I used to dread or found dull are actually now quite fun and something to look forward to. On my 40th birthday last year, I went to the supermarket on my own to buy party supplies. I can’t tell you how great it was to go grocery shopping by myself, especially for fun birthday party treats. It was a glorious hour. I still think about it.


The ‘Now Harder but Better’ List

We all know we don’t sign up to this parenting gig because it is easy. Everything is now scarier, less fun and harder with kids around, but ultimately it is also more rewarding, fulfilling, and worthwhile.

My husband and I have always had a system of folding the clean, dry sheets together as it was quicker with two of us. Our kids decided that sheet folding was an opportunity for a game of ‘parachute’. They stood underneath the sheet with expectant grins and we succumbed to their enthusiasm and fluttered the sheet down on top of their heads as they jumped underneath it. They couldn’t get enough. The ‘game’ could have gone on for hours.

Needless to say the sheet folding took forever and so we moved it to when the kids had gone to bed at night. Then we realised we missed terribly the infectious giggling that occurred during ‘parachute time’.

We switched it to daytime.

The Parachute Game is now a weekly highlight.


Extra amusement: Michael McIntyre – People With No Kids Don’t Know https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFQfylQ2Jgg


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The Top Seven Things Not to Say to a Pregnant Woman

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Public Service Announcement

It seems that any remnant of tact, delicacy and good sense leaves people when they are faced with someone in the family way. Below are the top seven things not to say a pregnant woman. And yes, all of these things were said to me when I had a bun in the oven, or said to friends when they were expecting. Please treat the following as a light-hearted public service announcement, a helpful guide for the vast majority of the population (including myself) that is not currently pregnant. I have even given alternative conversation starters to help us all out.


  1. Are Your Sure / Really?

When on the receiving end of a pregnancy announcement, close your lips and keep your feet out of your mouth. Do not blurt out things like ‘But… how?’ ‘Who’s the father?’ ‘You are not having another one are you?’. Or my personal favourite: ‘You shouldn’t be having children at your age – you should have had them in your twenties’.

What to say instead – ‘Congratulations’ or ‘I am happy for you’. Followed by something dull but safe such as ‘When is the due date?’


  1. I Thought You Were Because…

Try to also refrain from saying that you already had your suspicions she was pregnant. Besides the fact that the pregnant woman usually likes to surprise friends with the happy news, any admission of guessing beforehand implies that her teetotalling behaviour was a dead giveaway since she was such a huge lush. Or, even worse, that she already looks bloated, tired or blotchy. A friend of mine said that when she made the announcement at work, a colleague said ‘Yes! I suspected it from the look of your boobs’.

What to say instead – see number 7 above. And please avoid discussing boobs. At least in the workplace.


  1. Have You Thought of Any Names?

I am as guilty as the next person of asking this question so I do understand that this seems like a gentle topic to discuss with an expecting parent. However, after being asked this a million times in nine months, what I wanted to reply was either ‘Oh my goodness, I had completely forgotten about the whole name thing.’ Or simply ‘Yes but I am not telling you’.

What to say instead – ‘You must have some favourite names picked out?’ or ‘Have you and your partner agreed on names?’. A subtle but gracious alternative.


  1. You Look Tired

Never, ever, ever tell a pregnant woman that she looks tired. There are no exceptions to this one. On top of working, home life and being a great friend, she is aiding in the construction of a tiny human, right down to his eyelashes. It is taxing.

What to say instead – anything, anything at all. Tell her she looks glowing. Pregnant woman love that. If you cannot manage it, engage in some light banter about the weather.


  1. Are You Sure There Are Not Two in There?

Now this question is just plain rude. The quick reply is ‘There is only one baby’. But when I was pregnant with baby number two I would have loved to respond with ‘I have had scans and tests and there is absolutely no indication of another baby, a second heartbeat or anything else, yet you have had a cursory glance at my belly and have decided that I must be big enough to be carrying multiple children inside of me. Thank you for insinuating that I look enormous’.

What to say instead – nothing.


  1. Have You Had Your Baby Yet?

This is without doubt, the worst question to ask an overdue pregnant woman. It makes expectant mamas feel like a baby-making machine that has been relegated down to one purpose – produce baby now. Talk about pressure! At 41 weeks, I was getting asked this so often, that I dreamt about replying with this: ‘Actually, yes, just like a cat, I had the baby in secret a couple of weeks ago and have not told anyone. Instead I have decided to play an elaborate hoax and am now carrying around a basketball under my top’.

What to say instead – simply ask her how she is. Ask her something that is not baby or pregnancy related. Better yet, visit her at home with frozen lasagna, tell her to put her feet up and offer to fold some washing.


  1. Hands Off!

This is not so much what not to say, but what not to do. The number one thing on this list of seven is do not touch a pregnant woman’s bump, especially without asking. I know, you are drawn to the round belly; it has an irresistible aura that compels you to give it a gentle rub. But hands off – and ask first.

This applies in particular if you are a male co-worker of the pregnant woman. And you barely know her as you work in another department. And she has only just announced her pregnancy. And there is no visible bump. Yes, this did happen to a friend of mine. Awwwwkward.

What to say instead – ‘Please can I touch your bump?’ (It is OK if the answer is ‘No’).


No Thanks Necessary

My public service announcement is now over. You may go about your day. If I have missed any other top things not to say to a pregnant woman, please reply in the comments below.

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Everything We Do Is Wrong

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My four year old, Dylan, was quietly playing with some toys on the floor and I relished a few peaceful moments before the baby was due to wake… until I realised from what I was reading on my phone that Dylan was sitting wrong. Yes – you read it correctly. Sitting wrong.

Courtesy of my social media feed I had fallen into an alarming article and discovered that you can actually SIT WRONG. So my four year old is safe, happy and quiet, but now I feel like I have to interrupt him to coach him to sit correctly.

Dylan was sitting with his bottom between his legs with his knees and feet on the floor with the feet pointing outward – what I have learnt now is called ‘W-Sitting’. Apparently ‘W-Sitting’ impacts on development of the pelvis or knee joints or whether my child will become president of the world or something. So now I need to WORRY about it.


Right to Wrong

Not only are there are things I discover out of the blue that are wrong, but even things I think are right are can be considered wrong.

I happily washed my baby’s hair most nights…until I read that it is not good to do it every night and I should restrict it to once a week at the most. Their tiny scalps are very sensitive and too much chemicals and rubbing can damage them or something like that. Gah.

I still do make the bed every morning but now I know that millions of tiny dust mites are thriving in the dark recesses of my tidily made bed and are feeding off my dead skin cells and sweat and potentially contributing to asthma and allergy problems. Although I have discovered in the past few months that an unmade bed exposes the mites to light and will help to kill them, I still cannot leave the covers down each day. I have instead learnt to feel bad about making the bed each day – something I used to feel good about.

I even discovered watching a TED talk that using a car seat for my little one could make little difference in the event of a serious accident. So something that I think I am doing completely right – and still believe is mandatory at all times – can still be considered ‘wrong’ by someone somewhere.


Wrong to Right

To counter all this, I have discovered a few things that I used to feel bad about can be considered acceptable. For example, I read that crying is can be considered to be good for babies as it helps their lungs develop. I am of course not advocating leaving your baby to cry for hours, but if you are in the middle of some ablutions and cannot attend to your darling for a few minutes, now you can think – ‘At least his lungs are forming better’. Good for you.

And I found out from my dental hygienist that it is perfectly okay for my baby or toddler to chew on their toothbrush and not look like they are in any way making a sophisticated attempt to brush their teeth. Apparently chewing on their toothbrush massages the teeth and gums plus it gets the child used to the feel of the toothbrush and into the habit of brushing their teeth which is really the important focus at a very young age.

Pick Your Wrong

Of course, one way to fix this is to never read anything on parenting ever again. The information age obviously has a lot to answer for. But I like reading and will continue with it regardless. So what are the alternatives?

Maybe all we need to do is realise that, as parents, we will be told we are wrong no matter what we do. So we need to pick what we care about and what we don’t. Pick your wrong. I for one will put up my hand to admit that I have never, ever flossed my kids’ teeth. After all, if we did everything we were supposed to do as a parent we would never leave the house.

Also know that if we worry about this stuff all we are doing is stressing ourselves out which is not good for anyone concerned. We feel guilty which is the most useless of all emotions. Guilty for what – caring too much?


The Flip Side

If we are getting down to this type of trivial stuff, these minutiae of parenting, then we really must be doing all the important stuff RIGHT. Let us not worry about W-sitting, making beds or chewing on toothbrushes.

Our kids have food in their tummies, a roof over their heads and they know they are loved – unheard of luxuries for far too many children in the world.

You read this stuff because you want to parent in the best way possible. You feel bad sometimes because you care. And you constantly want to do right because you love your child so much it is ridiculous.

And all that love and kindness simply cannot be wrong.



W-Sitting – http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/features/6827294/If-you-see-your-child-sitting-like-this-this-is-why-you-should-stop-them.html


Washing baby hair – http://www.motherforlife.com/baby/0-12-months/baby-care/bath/7836-should-our-kids-take-a-bath-every-day.thtml


Making bed – http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/make-your-bed-dust-mites_us_5601809ce4b08820d91a3e8f


Car seats – https://www.ted.com/talks/steven_levitt_on_child_carseats?language=en


Crying – http://www.thehealthsite.com/pregnancy/5-reasons-why-crying-is-actually-good-for-your-baby-d114/


Child teeth – http://www.nhs.uk/Livewell/dentalhealth/Pages/Careofkidsteeth.aspx

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All I Want for Christmas Blog Post - Eloise and Santa

All I Want For Christmas

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Santa’s Lap

We took our seven-month-old baby daughter, Eloise, to visit Santa the other day. Santa, astutely, summed up the situation as a photo opportunity and so didn’t bother with the pleasantries of asking the baby what she wanted for Christmas.

After we left Santa’s air-conditioned grotto, I realised I lost my opportunity to tell him what I wanted for Christmas. If he wasn’t going to ask the baby, then to get our full money’s worth during the Santa visit experience, someone should be asked. There is probably some health and safety regulation that restricts grown-ups from actually sitting on Santa’s lap, but just thinking about it made me wonder what do I want for Christmas?

I guess at the time all I wanted was a lovely photo of Eloise and Santa that I could plaster all over social media and get ‘oh cute’ comments back. But now I have had my Facebook dopamine fix I wish I had thrown caution to the wind and clambered onto Santa’s lap. Instead, I have done the next best thing and prepared a list. I have had it on good authority that Santa occasionally reads my blog (if only to get tips on keeping the elves in order).



Children are easily able to launch into a myriad of materialistic wants and desires. A bike, no TWO bikes in red AND blue, a trampoline, enough Lego to build a bridge to the moon. Us grown-ups are far more humble in our requests.

I know I do not need more stuff. I have plenty of everything. I have said it before but I am beyond blessed with my first world existence. What started as a humble notion of wanting less, not more, has become even more appealing as I realise how far-reaching the idea can be.

I want less mental stress, less notifications, less news drivel. I would very much like less Kardashian. I am not advocating exterminating the family, but a day or two off from their constant penetration into my cultural awareness would be nice.


The Intangibles

Saying YES to LESS is quite easy, and to be frank, a bit of a cop out, I mean everyone wants less Kardashian don’t they? I now realise I was focusing on the ‘less’ because what I really want for Christmas is nebulous and hard to explain.

What I would like is a chance to simply finish something. I want to feel like I have accomplished something from beginning to end, without interruption. This can include all sorts of things such as the TED talk I am currently trying to watch, the hot cup of strawberry and rhubarb tea that I have put down somewhere, or this blog post. If you are reading this, I succeeded in completing at least one out of these three things.

I would love to spend more quality time with my children, with my husband and by myself. I don’t know how to reconcile these ambitious wishes AND still have time in the day to brush my teeth.

I want to feel, even fleetingly, some Christmas magic. You know the feeling – that one we all strive for at this time of year. I lost it for a long time after four consecutive years working behind the perfume counter at a major department store during the festive season. Over the past few years it has found its way back, albeit in an ephemeral fashion. Sometimes it arrives in look of an exquisitely wrapped gift or in the smile on Dylan’s face when he spots festive lights. Luckily, there is one guaranteed way of attaining it and that, of course is with the mandatory annual viewing of ‘Love Actually’.



But if I have to narrow it down to one thing, what I would like more than anything else is to know how to explain this topsy-turvy world to my children.

How can a 15 second video of rat transporting a slice of pizza down some stairs get over 8.5 million views and be the most sort after Halloween costume of 2015, yet human slavery be a bigger problem than it was 150 years ago?

How can it be possible to order a burger via emoji but there not be safe, clean drinking water available for everyone?

What sort of world do we live in where news coverage centres on 20-year-old Kendall Jenner celebrating 40 million Instagram followers by exposing her nipple instead of the largest diaspora of Middle Eastern and African people since ancient time?


Poor Santa.


Baby Wishes

No wonder Santa doesn’t ask grown-ups like me what we want. He would be stuck with a long queue of grisling children and a leg that has gone to sleep by the time I am finished talking about ‘pizza rat’ and the refugee crisis.

Perhaps he should have asked Eloise what she would like for Christmas after all. Maybe if we all think about what a baby would like things again become simple and clear-cut. I am pretty sure Eloise would be more than content with lots of hugs, kisses and laughter, plus a warm home, something nom-nom to eat, and of course, plenty of wrapping paper to rip and loll around on.

Mmmm, sounds perfect. In fact, that is all I want for Christmas after all. Well that and to watch ‘Love Actually’.

Festive greetings to you all. Love Julie, Andrew, Dylan and Eloise.



Pizza Rat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPXUG8q4jKU


Burgers by emoji: http://www.wired.co.uk/news/archive/2015-08/27/burger-burger-london


Kendall Jenner on Instagram: http://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/kendall-jenner-exposes-nipple-raunchy-6771235


Human slavery: http://www.alternet.org/story/142171/there_are_more_slaves_today_than_at_any_time_in_human_history


Clean drinking water: http://internationalreportingproject.org/stories/view/is-it-possible-to-access-clean-water-using-your-cell-phone


Refugee crisis: http://www.wsj.com/articles/the-middle-east-diaspora-descends-on-europe-1440975497


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