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It used to be that I couldn't hold other people's babies; I didn't know how to do it. Babies were floppy and wriggly and fragile...

I've been sick again (hence the lack of posts). Nothing dramatic, just the low-grade yeuch that so often accompanies December. I've ...

This week, we have been busy. As Jay would say: Bee. Zee.   We have had four different sets of people over to our house in the last four d...

(First! In! A! Series! of short posts about the possibility of another child. I just don't know where to begin with all of this, so I...

I was meant to be writing something sensible this week, but it turns out my little boy has pox o' the chicken and I've been kind of,...

With hindsight, it was probably a mistake to let the children eat cake for dinner. When I finally compile my definitive list of 'Things ...

The geneticist finally called. It's GOOD news: no gene mutation. (Well, only the one I already knew about. Heh). I can't bel...

Morning comes. Jay goes off to work, and I brace myself for the day. I shower and dress and then open their door and get them up. "Mu...

Thanks for those bath flutes, Nanna. No, really. And: yes, we have a problem with damp in our bathroom, and no, I didn't choose t...