The unsaid

No matter which way you cut it, the news this week that one of the world’s most famous families is disintegrating is shocking and sad. But for me the most shocking and the saddest part about it right now is the vilification of both Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt and

I am more than just a body. Three years into parenting and at thirty-three years old, I am finally able to utter these words without adding silent caveats, such as: “but it would be nice if my thighs were a bit thinner and my legs were a bit longer”. Being

The other day I had a conversation with my mother-in-law that’s had a really profound and liberating effect on me, and I want to share it with you in the hope that it might do the same for you. We were just catching up about the blog and how it’s

A couple of months back I posted a rant on my Facebook page about a run-in I had when out with a friend in Waitrose café. We’d been sharing a proud mum moment while watching our two toddlers play together when an older gentleman (I use the term loosely) came

This time last year, I decided to start a blog because I’d found it flippin’ difficult to get back into a regular routine of exercise after I’d had Xav. I figured if I started writing about how I was working on trying to put myself first a bit more, I’d

When you meet someone and it starts to get all serious, the relentless quizzing begins: “Are you going to put a ring on her finger, then?” Two nanoseconds after the engagement announcement everyone wants to know when the wedding is. On the wedding day the question shifts to when the

A couple of weekends ago I went on a friend’s hen do up in London. You know the drill – lovely plans with a brilliant gaggle of girls and tonnes of fun. It was a really great day. (And not just because my wonderful Dad picked up the toddler at

In a couple of days Xav turns three. Everyone tells you that time somehow fast-forwards when kids are growing up. I think I’m really lucky because I had some experience of this before he was born. My youngest brother was born when I was 15 and we bought him his

Xav turns three next Thursday. And he still drinks milk in the morning and at night from a bottle. We’ve tried on numerous determined occasions to introduce a different vestibule for his beloved white stuff, and each time the score ends up: Xav – 1, Parents – 0. He’s nowhere

Dear 2012 Ursula, I know you’re bricking it. I know you’re not 100% convinced you’ll be up to this parenthood gig. You don’t think you’ve got a maternal bone in your body, and joke that you’re ‘made of stone’ because you just don’t get gooey over babies. You love your