Laura is a writer who lives in Leicestershire with her husband and their two children. When she’s not writing or reading, she can usually be found trying to get her son to put his shoes on, encouraging her daughter to sleep past 5am or moving small items from one room to another. You can follow her on Twitter and on her blog about getting cancer when she was pregnant.
There’s something about knowing, for definite that you’ll never again hold a newborn baby who belongs to you. As my daughter passes through each phase, I mourn the ending of things...
Ever wondered what it would be like if you’d had children a decade earlier, or years later? Laura hears from five women who became mums in different decades.
Ah, the legendary why phase; why is that man bald? Why is it raining? Why do you love me? Laura on the joy and frustration of having an inquisitive child.
I try not to have too many regrets, but I do regret ignoring this advice for three years. That co-nap was glorious. I did not care that there was washing to be done and bottles to be washed and lunch to be eaten.
You tear open another present and you’re shocked into silence, because this is the one. The very best present you’ve ever received. Or maybe it’s the worst.
Dear Santa, I'd love an unshared biscuit. It doesn’t have to be a chocolate one. I draw the line at a rich tea, but a plain digestive would do. Untouched by sticky fingers. Or at least unlicked.
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