Having a whale of a time in his Fred & Noah trousers
When it comes to dressing my baby boy, the more colourful the clothes the better.
I figure there’s plenty of time for boring clothes when Sonny Jim is grown up.
But finding fun fashion for the little guy isn’t always that easy. Much of the High Street, when it comes to boys – baby girls are another matter entirely! – is much of a muchness and even a little bland.
Which is why discovering Fred & Noah (www.fredandnoah.com) on the Neliana (www.neliana.co.uk) stand at the Baby Project, in Leigh-on-Sea, made me *so* happy!
From whales and foxes to raccoons and hummingbirds, the prints on the uni-sex leggings and shorts are exactly what children’s fashion should be all about.
My perfect post-pregnancy outfit
When one of your husband’s best friends is getting married just seven weeks after you’ve given birth, figuring out what to wear is something of a challenge.
It’s not like it’s worth buying something while you’re still pregnant because, let’s face it, you’ve got no idea what your post-baby figure is going to look like. And yes, you’ve got loads of nice frocks in your closet, but who wants the spectre of your pre-pregnancy size eight clothes looming that large that soon after a little person has vacated your being. Why put yourself in that I-can’t-get-it-over-my-bum-let-alone-zip-it-up hell any sooner than you need to? Which leaves you shopping for something new. With a newborn. And your baby belly still very much in evidence. Which is *not* the kind of thing shopping trip dreams are made of. Continue reading
Snuggles with Sonny Jim
So, the little guy smiles! Proper gummy-I-could-be-a-seal smiles. He’s making noises that sound like a baby rather than guinea pig on speed. And (whisper it) he’s *actually* sleeping at night, but shhh don’t tell anyone, we don’t want to put the mockers on it!
Sonny Jim’s not a newborn anymore (whoa where has that time gone?!) but the mumma lessons are still coming thick and fast. Here’s some of the latest…
- No one really knows what they’re talking about… (Even those whose job it is to know. Your health visitor will tell you one thing and your GP the exact opposite. And your friend’s health visitor will say something different again.)
- …But everyone has an opinion. The woman behind you in the queue at Waitrose knows waaay better than you do why your child is crying. Obviously.
By the husband (Gary Pearson)
Rak Chang for our first date night since Sonny’s birth
It was Friday night ,”date night”, for my wife and I.
Our first outing since the birth of our little lad Sonny. He’s our first child and aged a tender ten-and-a-half weeks old we felt (just about) ready to venture out in the big wide world again…
So for our first apres-baby date we were thinking nothing too fancy, nothing too fussy, something we could trust and know we were going to enjoy. A safe bet.
We chose Rak Chang, on the Broadway, as we had been there a few times before and had always enjoyed a good, dependable meal with ample variety. After all, you don’t want to go too wild on your reintroduction to the real world do you!? Continue reading
Sonny on his yoga mat
The first Baby Bumpkin class I attended (at Leigh Community Centre) worked a kind of magic.
That night Sonny slept from midnight to 6.30am. In his crib. And woke up smiling. It may be a coincidence, but I don’t think so.
Tatty Bumpkin classes use fun, yoga-inspired stories to encourage movement and enhance development in babies and children 6 weeks to 7-years-old. (Baby Bumpkin classes are for babies 0-2 years and Tatty Bumpkin 2-7 years.)
The sessions focus on the well-being of both child and parent. And all the wiggling, colours and playing sure knackers out the little folk! Continue reading
Those reporters seem to be getting younger all the time…
Me and the husband first met in the newsroom. The year was 2003. He was a chief reporter at the Echo newspaper and I was a first year uni student there on work experience.
It was another three years until we started dating. By then I had graduated and was a reporter at News of the World and he was steadily working his way up the rungs in Essex.
Years passed. We married. And eventually we ended up both working in the Echo newsroom again.