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Grandparents need quality time too

04 Thursday Apr 2013

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My toddler is lucky. Really, really lucky. She has two sets of grandparents who adore her.

She’s been adored from the moment they met her.

Grandparents and baby

In fact, as I write this, my little girl is with one set of grandparents (my parents) down in Devon, on her own. And you know what? That’s how it should be.

My daughter’s grandparents love her and want to spend time with her and I like that they (sometimes) get to do that without me. Frog’s completely comfortable with both Grandma and Granddad, Marmar and Dadaz. Continue reading »

On naming the grandparents

07 Monday May 2012

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During my lifetime, I have known three grandparents. I have never called any of them by the traditional names.

My one remaining grandmother is not known as Grandma. Neither is she Granny, Nanny or Nan. She is Nana, pronounced Nan-arr (as if she was christened by a pirate).

Nana

Nana’s husband, my grandfather, was called Dada. He was also christened by pirates, so his name was pronounced Dad-arr. Continue reading »

The woman who started it all

26 Wednesday Oct 2011

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There’s a woman who lives in Derby. She’s 87, has five children and is extremely kind. She’s also rather funny and far too generous for her own good.

Her name is Nana, or Anita if you want to get all formal.

One of my earliest memories is receiving a present. I was about two and a half and this present was pretty much the most amazing present I could have ever imagined. It was a huge doll called Lucy, which Nana had lugged on the train all the way from Derby to Bristol. I still have her now (although she has a little less hair after I decided to practice my hairdressing skills on her as a teenager). Continue reading »

The day I realised I was a proper grown-up

04 Monday Jul 2011

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The party starts here

I realised something this weekend: I am officially a grown-up.

Not a pretend one, who goes to work and attempts adult responsibilities like paying bills. But an actual real grown-up.

It was during Frog’s 1st birthday party that this realisation dawned on me. After spending the previous 24 hours baking and cooking and blowing up balloons and making party bags, I was (rather unsurprisingly, I think) gagging for a drink. A grown-up drink. Continue reading »