In the ‘before days’ Mr TM and I used to love eating out. It was like our favourites thing, chuck in a bottle of Sauvignon and we were winning. It wasn’t all Michelin stars and double Rossette dinners but it did often involve actual sitting and eating a plateful of something I couldn’t make at … More #whatwouldyoudo? Eating out with toddlers – friend or foe?
Are you insane? Those were the now immortal words said to me when telling a friend that I was pregnant with baby number two. Admittedly baby 1 was only four months old at the time, but still – it’s a far cry from congratulations. In fact congratulations were few and far between with baby 2. … More Two babies, 11 months between them – are you insane?
A little hearted little rhyme… … More Let’s fly, up the in the sky, the whole family and I
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
Would you embark on a forgein holiday with the little ones? … More #whatwouldyoudo? To fly or not to fly?
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