Digital games can provide the perfect opportunity for collaborative play. By playing mobile or desktop games together, you are able to vet games for suitability from an educational, age relevance and enjoyment perspective - so that on those occasions when you do allow your child to play alone you'll feel more comfortable about their online safety and content in the knowledge that they are also gaining an educational benefit from their digital playtime.
This week I read that a ten-year-old boy had been found guilty of raping an eight-year-old girl on more than one occasion over a period of two years. During the trial it was revealed that the boy, now 13, had spent hours watching online porn from the age of nine...
When I hear that the government is advising schools to be sensitive to the needs of 'young carers' and give them the time off from their education so they can look after mum, I just want to scream. I strongly believe parents have a responsibility to be parents regardless of how incapacitated they are.
From here on in I propose the Baggy Pussy Brigade or Lily's Baggy Fanny Fan Club. Who wouldn't want to join such a salubrious sounding group? Fxxk fanny flying ping pong balls - our kind of Bangkok Babes will be popping forth basket balls. Yikes did I just write that?
Whilst they may not realise it, today's schools are preparing young people for jobs that don't yet even exist, as the IT revolution looks set to change the face of the employment market. At Atos we have been thinking about the sort of careers that lie in store for our so-called digital natives - as well as roles that may not be around for much longer.
The new UK/US Taskforce for online child sexual exploitation must help find cross-border solutions to this trans-national challenge. The consequence needs to be arrests and jail sentences for the disgusting criminals who are creating and distributing such abhorrent images.
Things have changed and children now rule the roost. I can't deny that Stewart's words and my own observations puts a shivery shot of fear into my very bones. Having spent my whole childhood deferring to adults, will I now spend my entire adulthood deferring to children? Give me some power, people!
Writing about making jam and homemade baby food and wearing high heels because they are something that you enjoy and something that brings you pleasure is a good thing but that doesn't necessarily make it a feminist choice. This doesn't mean there is something inherently wrong with making jam or wearing high heels but these are 'choices' that are made within patriarchal constraints.
We attempted everything under the sun to get pregnant and, although we are currently working with a surrogate, we got elbow, neck and knee deep in to the adoption process before that opportunity presented itself. When we made our announcement that we were adopting, we were shocked by the misconceptions people have about adoption.
Being home with my son was a battle. A battle against the wolf. That wolf lurked and lingered. It undermined me and my choices. I watched it circle the house as it watched me feed the baby. "You don't know what you're doing". "You call yourself a mother." The taunts were piercing. I was shattering a little more each time.
My roles have shifted unexpectedly and quite dramatically, but it is my responsibility to make the best of the situation in which the boys and I now find ourselves. It's a responsibility I intend to take very seriously.
How difficult it can be at times to spot your grief for mummy. While we quite rightly do not use it as an excuse for every minor indiscretion, it is at times so glaringly obvious that the very worst you can ever throw at me is undeniably a direct consequence of the turmoil you occasionally feel inside. Yet although I know and accept its origins, why do I always allow it to hit me so personally and so deeply?
The problem is, you have been so preoccupied with the planning of this special event that you have overlooked one or two practical issues... what to pay her and what food you should have in your pantry for her and the children to rummage through (I mean, isn't that what babysitting is all about?!)
The six-week post-natal check-up as you postpartum 'checkout' is wildly inadequate as, for some, the repercussions of pregnancy can take a while to surface. Pregnancy took 9 months, and it is perfectly reasonable that our bodies can take at least that long, if not a year or more, to fully recover.
Recently some stats were released showing that the number of new mums in their 40s is on the rise, with numbers increasing fourfold in the last 30 years. Surprising to some, but it's certainly a change I've also noticed over recent years.
Now don't get me wrong, with 4 children myself I understand how hard the balancing act is between making my kids happy and only spending within my means. As glorious as it is to see their shiny happy faces as they rip open their presents, it is not great if their parents start the new year drowning in debt and worrying about how to afford three pairs of new school shoes.