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 →
"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 →
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'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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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