Super H and I met for the first time on 20 September 2010. We were newly single, going through divorce, childless, and had both been in toxic marriages. We met purely by luck, a technical glitch, I’d say. But from that day onwards our worlds changed. It was soulmates at first sight and, genuinely, a … More How is this story going to end?
This post looks at what lies beneath the “hellos” and “goodbyes” of the daily school run and my mixed emotions transitioning from breast to bottle. … More Transitioning from breast to bottle and behind the “bonjours”
On Tuesday 22 September I walked into the creche to pick up Super PF and was warmly greeted not only by her incredible “yay, there’s my mummy” smile, but also a joyful, sonorous chorus from all the creche ladies, which went something like: Creche ladies: “Votre petite fille est super!” (Your little girl is fantastic.) Creche Co-directrice … More Momentous day: little “coquinette” has a big bottle of milk