Bringing up Children

You believe in Father Christmas You don’t believe in Father Christmas You are Father Christmas You look like Father Christmas Read Full Story

How do children manage to take an innocent comment, relay it out of context, possibly misinterpret the meaning or mishear a word or two, and turn it into a source of crippling embarrassment? A few years ago I was looking around a large DIY superstore for ant poison. I had my daughter with me and while we travelled around the store we were talking about her pet hamsters (we had a lot of them due to a gender mistake…). She was about four years old at the time. Everything had gone well up until the moment I was paying for the ant powder and ... Read Full Story

Anyone with kids will appreciate this. My youngest son has reached that stage when his is mobile enough to move around the house on foot and climb the stairs. Most of our house is now childproof (due to the experience of raising his two older siblings), but some rooms are just not entirely safe for him to wander around unsupervised. Consequently I have fitted a couple of stairgates in an attempt to limit his roaming. With one child this works well. With two kids with a four year age gap it also works pretty well, but with just two and a half years between ... Read Full Story

Wikizines are interactive magazines that anyone can create or edit - and this one is called "Bringing up Children". Here you can find fresh voices and respond in real time. Some members write articles about recent news and trends related to the wikizine's topic, others recount relevant personal stories or share their favorite pictures and video clips. Got an interesting idea or story to share with other members of this wikizine? Well, then put on your journalist's cap and add your own article! Read Full Story

Today she slept, well half slept and half drank, in my lap. I stroked her little head. The softness of her hair lulling me to a state of inner peace I have not felt in a while. Someone ought to bottle up baby and market it, they’d make a killing. She heals. She heals my soul, soothes me and restores me. Perhaps that’s a tall order for so little a one but she doesn’t even have to lift an eyelash to do it. Pretty darn effective if you ask me. I want to drink her all in, breathe in deeply and store it up ... Read Full Story