Here goes..The Brutal Truth.
You give birth, your insides feel as though they have fallen out. Your stomach is no longer the vessel of life, it’s more comparable to that of a wrinkly Chinese shar-pai. Your rib cage rattles with wind and your pee will reduce you to tears.
Your bundle of joy is beautifully made up of your eyes and perfect nose with your other half’s cheeky smile and dimpled chin. And then, there are those times when they could easily be mistaken for an 80’s werebear (remember those?) Read more
You know that song, the famous one, the one I, as a foodie tend to sing when a slice of carrot cake presents itself to me. Or when you’re in the coop and they have a double pack of cream slices in the reduced section “Food glorious food, da, da, da da da daa.” Being a fussy eater is one concept that I just don’t understand.
When I was little we all ate the same, you would never see my mum cooking separate meals. “If you don’t like it, tough!” And do you know what, damn wasn’t she right! It’s one rule I wish I’d adopted from the start and didn’t. Read more
Reflections and Projections. February round up. Pancake Day. Beauty and the Beast.
February hasn’t seemed to pass as quite as fast as January did. Christmas is a memory and Pancake day is around the corner (move over Slimming world, mumma’s got some flipping to do!) Read more
This week we celebrated Lily-Blues 10th birthday. It doesn’t actually feel like I was bringing her home that long ago. But, there are certain points when you really look at someone and see the changes and appreciate them on a whole other level.
5 lessons I’ve learnt from my daughter. Life Lessons. Learning lessons
Do you know those times when the kids run past their dad and straight to you for something they quite easily could have asked him?
It. Drives. Me. Mad. Absolutely it does.
I can’t believe I’m writing January round up as my blog post already. How fast has this month passed!? I’m not sure if it’s an age related thing, maybe we become more aware of time as we get older. Read more
Every parent feels that pang of sheer pride when their child performs could be a school play, a dance performance, a football match or even their make-believe theatre in the living room with teddies as a fill in audience.
The Flip Side
As a football mum once a week the boy needs to go to training. So for an hour and a half (15 minutes either side) I’m out in the dark, tooing and froing, attempting to feed the others and being taxi of mum. Read more
Having babies is ground unknown. The emotions are freaky weird and most often are off the scale. Whether your baby was a surprise gift or planned to the last degree, ultimately you want to nurture a healthy, happy and fulfilled mini-me.
But what if something is different?
What if they have a superpower and just haven’t found it yet?
Hygge life. Mummy survival. How to cope with motherhood. Feeling pants.
There’s nothing worse than being 3 days away from Christmas and feeling pants because one of your adorable *gritted teeth* munchkins kindly pass on their festering bug.
I woke up this morning and my face was leaking, literally. Yet? Try to breathe through the nose and nothing! Nada! How is that even possible?
My face aches, my back aches, my legs, yes, ache. I’m positive that the seemingly harmless cold, snotty icky nose that was attacking my son has used his body to turn sinister and nasty! It’s been working away festering and growing and bam! Crummy mummy feeling pants.
So, in an effort to pull myself into some sort of functioning dysfunctional, here’s my top tips for pulling it together so that the kids breathe in some fresh air at the very least. Read more
Christmas gifts. Christmas gift ideas. Christmas gift ideas for girls.
CHRISTMAS GIFT IDEAS FOR GIRLS
I remember when I was younger my mum would give me and my brother a Christmas Argos catalogue each and a pen. I’d sit happily entertained for an hour drawing circles on everything I’d seen on the TV adverts, especially the Toys’r’us one. She was clever, it never occurred to me that I was filling my Christmas list in.