We all love a bit of holiday cheer, right? As the night’s draw in throughout Autumn we’re comforted by the anticipation of twinkly lights, the scent of cinnamon and cloves wafting through the house and the first sounds of Christmas music that immediatley flood the senses with festive nostalgia. Magical. Now, this is a bit…… Continue reading Christmas: Wonky trees, yummy food and embracing the crazy.
Ok, so the baby is twenty weeks old today. Four and a half months. At what point is it completely unacceptable to still count your baby in weeks? I reckon if a mama told me her baby was, say, 27 weeks old, I’d not hear the next bit of the conversation because I’d still be…… Continue reading What’s the secret?
As the snow fell this afternoon, covering our little lane all in white, I could sense that Christmassy feeling stirring in me. After vowing never to look at a Christmas tree ever again last December, it’s a relief that the approaching festive season is making me feel giddy rather than queasy. In fact I’m ready to make up…… Continue reading Forgotten footprints, baby rage and making friends with imperfection.
It always making me feel all warm and fuzzy when people tell me they enjoy reading what I write. Sometimes I’m even caught off guard because I forget that I put my words out there. That there’s someone else at the other end of things, reading those words. A couple of times these compliments have…… Continue reading Why I write what I write.
The local swimming pool. Where every parent’s sense of peace and tranquility goes to die. Yes, I know. Children need to learn to swim. Health, fitness, survival if they fell into a raging river, yadda yadda yadda. But still. The place is not far off Hades if you ask me. If truth be known, getting…… Continue reading Sabotage: The swimming lesson.
My day. In numbers. 0… The number of naps I had. 1…The number of photos I sent my husband of the new pushchair I assembled ALL BY MYSELF. Like a boss. I only had to redo it twice because I ignored the instruction manuals. Winning. 2… The number of people who knocked at my door…… Continue reading Numbers.
It’s been ten weeks since I had a proper night’s sleep. Longer really because in the last month of pregnancy I was busy manoeuvering myself out of bed every half hour through the night to do a wee. I’m so so happy right now but I’m not going to lie, I feel rough. My eyes feel hot and gritty and…… Continue reading Lessons in Babydom: Big up the small stuff.