Ah that magic T word. Some swear to live by it, some run for the hills at the very thought of it. It is a fully loaded word that can reep havoc, shatter lives or bring the most innocent joy. At some point we are probably all guilty of shying away from the truth, I … More Is the truth too much to handle?
Since starting my blog a few months back your brother has featured somewhat heavily, he has been the newborn and the slightly demanding one at that, but truth be told it is not an accurate representation of the division of attention…he who screams the loudest and all that – and, well, that is generally you. … More To my lovely Zara Mae
I wasn’t ever really intending on posting a this is what I’ve been up to post but well I guess I’ve gone back on that one as the little ones and I have had such a fab week I couldn’t help myself, but I will keep it brief, so here goes…. So this week the … More Our trip back to the motherland
Ever felt judged by your choices as mum? Me too…. … More Dear mummy judgy pants
Not all things are best left unsaid… … More 8 things I wish I knew before going to Labour
Well once again I find myself sat on a camp bed in a busy children’s ward with my little dude. This now totals his 4th hospital visit, I’m starting to get a complex that he may actually prefer it here. We were referred by our GP as the little man was having breathing and feeding … More Surviving the children’s ward
When pregnant with my first child the OH and I were offered the chance to attend ante natal classes. It being my first baby I wanted to be there, I didn’t really know what to expect I just knew I wanted to go, the OH on the other hand did not. ‘I’ve done it before, … More Ante natal class – was it worth it?
When being mum isn’t all coffee mornings and play dates. … More The other side of being mum.
The unexpected journey … More My Premature baby
Whilst being a parent is without doubt the best thing I have ever done, I would be lying if I said it doesn’t at times take its toll on your relationship. The ‘us’ time is eaten up by these new little attention seekers who you now dedicate your every waking (and sleeping) minute to. Any … More Dear Mr Tammy – I know what you do.