Whenever we talk to parents of toddlers the pre-loaded question that spews out of us is "have we hit the terrible twos?" No matter what the child in question is up to, be that sitting quietly colouring or climbing the walls like an arachnid on rocket fuel and fiz wiz. I've had approximately 7 million... Continue Reading →
We are currently living in purgatory and quite honestly the Catholics played it down. We are one foot in "baby", one foot in "big boy" and balls deep in "malfunction junction." For a few weeks River has been observing us and how we go about our daily actions such as eating lunch and dinner. He's... Continue Reading →
I've been toying with whether I would blog this one. I mean, River will one day grow up and read all that I've been writing and I guess only approve of 10 percent of it. This definitely falls in the "What were you thinking Mum?! My life is ruined when my friends see this" category... Continue Reading →
River turned 1 years old on Wednesday and it got me thinking about my expectations of the first year of his life vs the reality of how it all panned out. The problem with the internet, and by the internet I mainly mean Instagram, is that there are so many false representations of parenting. Pinterest... Continue Reading →
10 things I promised I wouldn't do as a parent that I totally caved on
I know so many people have lost loved ones as a result of the pandemic and my thoughts are with you. My ramblings are not meant to take away from the severity of covid-19 and the struggle everyone has faced. Well that was a bit of a shit year wasn't it? Write off! Writing off... Continue Reading →
Toddlers are sponges and they suck up every single utterance you make and squeeze it out under any of the following conditions:- In publicIn public when its very, very quiet Over the past 3 trips round the Sun we have inadvertently taught River some "bad practices" which I can't undo. Not that I haven't tried,... Continue Reading →
Let me tell you what I'm living through at the minute - a toddler who wants something very specific based on ideas gained from his new learning but who can't tell me what this very specific request is. Or when he can, it's absolutely fucking bonkers. Like wanting to eat four potato waffles and a... Continue Reading →
River isn't our first son, we have an array of furry children and one of those is Benji our almost 7 year old Jack Russell Terrorist I mean Terrior. Juggling both River and Benji was a sometimes a bit of a struggle when River was immobile and even worse when he was mobile but uncontrollable... Continue Reading →
Before River came along Frankie and I had a conversation about how we were scared about having this bomb placed in the middle of our relationship. We were so close and the thought of an infiltration from an uncontrollable humanoid was a worrying prospect. At the time of the conversation I remember saying to her... Continue Reading →
"A messy baby is a happy baby" How often do we hear this but recoil at the idea of cornflakes covered in purple poster paint being pebble dashed up your living room wall whilst externally smiling to build your small artist's confidence but inside your patience gauge has just hit "chernobyl." I recently started taking... Continue Reading →
Pregnancy and parenting is just one giant cliché. It's just a whole reason for people to throw their experiences at you like bowling balls that you aren't expecting to have to catch when you're just making a cup of tea or buying milk. "I carried low with my son, it must be a boy!" "You... Continue Reading →
In June we attended a Convention for an American TV show called "Once Upon a Time" in Birmingham and on my first night flying solo from River and Frankie I attended a Champagne(less) reception to meet one of the main cast members. During this few hours I met the lovliest gang of ladies a person... Continue Reading →
After last year's disaster (a reminder) we made the pilgrimage back to Ambleside for the Christmas Lantern Parade 2.0. I had been to the doctor's to check up on some moles that I was worried about the week or so before and was half expecting to be rushed in for another bit of me cut... Continue Reading →
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