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 →
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 quiet recently, I haven’t even had time to look at a computer let alone blog. What happened to the good old days where the baby would lie in his moses basket for 20 hours of the day whilst I caught up on Game of Thrones. Now as soon as he goes to bed... Continue Reading →
I can see why everyone talks about "baby brain" now that I am living it. I'm not convinced it's just because the brain shrinks during pregnancy but also because the blood drains from all organs every five seconds after your child does something else that makes your heart stop. It has no time to recover.... Continue Reading →
Since River was very young he has had problems with his chest, and no I don't just mean the volume of his cries. He's just been up and mostly down with colds and viruses. I mainly attribute that to my genes, my paternal genes are somewhat chesty so it's inevitable he will suffer the same... Continue Reading →
Today I attended my first annual big global latch on with River, I say first because I have no idea if he will still be breastfeeding at 2 years old. Yes, I meant to say he, because he's in charge. It's funny that even writing that might shock some people; that feeding my child past... Continue Reading →
It's been a tough old fortnight in the Donaghy-Sims house of woe. We've had some small ups but plenty of downs. We've been in our house for 5 years and never fed any of the walls (apart from the hall and River's nursery) a lick of paint so we decided to treat it to a... Continue Reading →
