Posts by: Mama Mooti

Back at the dawn of time, before I had children (we’re talking two and a half years ago here), I had a lot of free time. In fact, apart from the contractual obligation to work for eight of my daily ration of twenty four hours, I had all of my time to myself. I could …

This may be a phenomenon peculiar to my family and network of friends but these days, there seems to be a lot of information touted around by the all-seeing, all knowing, ever-present ‘They’. To me, ‘They’ conjures up images of a global network, secretly infiltrating every Mama’s waking thought. ‘They’ co-ordinate their operations from towering …

I can moan, weep, berate and despair of my growing offspring, but when it comes to the crunch, the love I feel for them is all consuming. I’m sure every parent can relate to this and I doubt my desire to protect, nurture and cocoon them in all things lovely is anything unusual. As I started writing …

There’s nothing like a baby for forcing you to live your life in the moment. This eventually dawned on me in the final few hours leading up to the birth of my son. How could it be that in just over two years I had forgotten, well, just about everything about labour, birth and newborn …

When you have a baby, you quickly realise there are a staggering number of silent but very powerful groups out there, doing their thing, in the hours when you used to be at work. It’s like Pandora’s Box – you’ve turned the key and the secret is out – you’re just not sure what’s around …

Let me start off by saying I’m not about to go all ‘public information’ on you Mamas. I’m sure our collective imaginations already keep the prospective dangers facing our children at the forefront of our minds. This post starts the minute your bump puts in an appearance, when every Tom, Dick and Harriet suddenly thinks …

For me, having stretch marks during pregnancy was the least of my worries. My aversion to most foods, combined with abstinence from alcohol and chronic morning sickness, made me think I might not put on much baby weight. But then, I wasn’t a skinny-mini Mama Mooti with a teeny-tiny belly being stretched to the max. …

As an only child, or as the French would say, “une fille unique”, it was always my intention to have more than one child. I never wanted my son or daughter to sit whilst their dad approached similar-aged children on holiday to ask them if they wanted to play with his daughter – “yep, there …

I am sitting at my desk at work. The phones are ringing, my PC is on, I have a million e-mails to deal with and an in-tray to clear. But I am hindered by technology. I can’t get into my account because my password isn’t working and when I pick up the phone, I don’t …

I often wonder how I got so lucky with all my amazing friends. I’m pretty hard to get to know, I’m terrible at keeping in touch and I rarely answer my phone. I have a wicked tongue and sometimes, things that sound funny in my head come spilling out of my mouth in a far …