Bringing up Children

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...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...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...Read Full Story

Up! She demands. It takes me a full minute to process that not only is she speaking English and not her native Kaiya but that she just demanded, from me, at 3 in the morning. A simple one word sentence, with the same tone as: Woman, where have you been? I’ve been crying for an hour! To which I want to reply: I KNOW. So have I. Quietly into my pillow, so that I don’t wake up your daddy because between his snoring and your crying I am so going to need a margarita come morning.Read Full Story

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

Little Kevin was looking for his next fare.Read Full Story

What can I say for this one?Read Full Story

Where do I get one of those? (The t-shirt not the kid - I’ve already got plenty of those!)Read Full Story