Small talk: conversations in the car

A family with four children smiles while taking a rural automobile trip in a convertible, 1960s. (Photo by Lambert/Getty Images)

(Photo by Lambert/Getty Images)

For my small brood, the car is the place where the fat gets chewed, the day dissected, the mysteries of the universe solved – it’s the place where deep, philosophical discussions take place. As deep as a discussion between a 4 year and a 39 year old (with a 2 year old repeating every other word) can get. I’ve been noting these conversations for the past fews weeks,  with examples from friends, and now have a definitive list of just some of these highly-charged, intellectual debates. Continue reading


Living with a 4 year old fashionista

2D274907659082-today-bratz-makeunder-tease-150121.blocks_desktop_largeSome days I stand my ground and tell my 4-year-old daughter what to wear. It is a coordinated outfit, contains no Disney characters and most importantly, it matches. Most days however, I lose the will to live and let her dress herself… Continue reading


The pre-schoolers’ guide to the perfect playdate  

133914746Dear fellow pre-schooler,

I want to share with you some of my recent learnings, in particular with regards to those things the parents like to call ‘play dates’. Continue reading


Attending weddings pre vs post kids

16515-Wedding-SignAn invitation to a wedding: once a joyous social outing to look forward to, providing the perfect excuse to indulge in a new outfit and a pedicure. Now a childcare logistical nightmare with accompanying outfit stress and almost certain need for ‘controlling’ underwear. Continue reading


Birth plan propaganda

birth plan_copyDuring a recent conversation with my sister about how utterly fab her royal loveliness Kate Middleton looked teetering down the steps of the Lindo Wing, she reminded me of my own experience and the ‘birth basket’. Continue reading


20 things I didn’t know before I had kids

matching-mother-daughter-dressesBefore children, I was always THAT person who secretly used to look at my friend’s kids and make a mental note as to how I would do things differently. My family would be like the Calvin Klein adverts from the 90s. I would be that mother trekking through Tibet with my newborn neatly attached by an Indian print scarf. My daughter, dressed in floral pinafore dresses, would sit next to me drawing as I lunched out with friends each week. Continue reading