Back in September, I attended an event for bloggers called Blog On, you can read about it all here. In short, the idea behind it is to help bloggers improve skills by the way of workshops and to bring influencers and brands together to make connections. I had the best time!
Whilst there I spotted something that I knew my youngest offspring, Reilly would absolutely love! The Hot Wheels Drone. Anything RC and he’s in his happy place for hours, team that with his favourite car collection and I knew it was a winning combo. When I was offered one for us to review there was no chance of turning it down. Read more
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