“Mummy,” said Chloe, with as much gravity as a five-year-old can muster, “I know babies come OUT of the birth canal, but how do they get IN?” Ah, I said, and having promised myself that I would never ...
Imagine my alarm when I discovered I was sweating chocolate through my pores. There I was, collapsed on the sofa, clutching a medicinal glass of wine after treading on Lego, when I noticed chocolate o...
Discovering my Facebook page has more likes than KFC had me turning cartwheels in my office. Maybe there is hope for us after all! Half of Bermuda has an emotional relationship with fried chicken but ...
Food4Thought
Taking a nutritionist to Wadson’s Farm shop is like taking a kid to a candy store. Wide-eyed excitement, over-the-top spending and considerable stuffing-of-face. There is something so gre...
My two girls are at that fantastic age where they think that taking part in household chores is fun. This week they have happily loaded the dishwasher every day, helped with the extra washing up and a...
Well, it’s official. I am going to Mummy Hell. On a mission to get the girls home at top speed during last week’s gale force wind-a-thon, I fabricated a totally outlandish excuse to avoid detouring at...
Food for Thought for Friday 15th February 2013
It’s amazing how excited people get when they catch me with some kind of treat. It’s probably like catching a policeman speeding, but a lot more fun. I t...
“Mummy,” said Chloe, in the middle of grocery store, “where is my birth canal?” What is it about my kids and the need to chat about Babies-And-Where-They-Come-From in Lindo’s? Chloe especially has alw...
In general, I am not of fan of lying to my kids, but there are a few important exceptions: Santa, the Tooth Fairy … and beetroot. Normally good eaters, Chloe and Belle were absolutely NOT going to try...
Sweet potato and coconut immune-boosting soup!
Well, I was all set on my two girls and two girls only, until the adorable Freddie Jones came round for a visit. He’s a dream baby; full of smiles, lots ...
