Growing up I always knew I wanted to have children, but when I visualised those children they were always girls. I always saw myself as a girl mum. I pictured frilly dresses, Barbie houses, pink bedrooms and dolly prams. When I was pregnant with Theo and found out he was, in fact, a boy I… Continue reading Oh Boy..
Just realised today (Friday) that it’s world breastfeeding week, I’m always late to the party! Every time I’ve popped a picture on instagram of breastfeeding I always get a few questions so I thought I’d do a little post about my story. I breastfed Theo until he was 11 months old, when he decided that… Continue reading On the boob..
Well it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything down and I really miss it, as this is a bit of an outlet for me. I’m sure I get more out of writing these than anyone who reads them but thought I would do a little series of blogs to catch up on what… Continue reading Noah is here..
Tonight I put a three year old to bed for the last time. I can't believe how fast time has gone! It feels like the blink of an eye since I put a two year old to bed for the last time. I remember so clearly doing this last year - your little room, your… Continue reading Goodbye Three…
Terror. The world itself makes me feel that emotion.. terror. Terror is what you must feel when the boat you've loaded your entire family onto to escape your burning city, begins to sink in the dark. It's what you must feel when your about to enjoy a concert on a Friday night and someone begins… Continue reading What do you say..
Tonight I put a two year old to bed... for the last time. We had a wonderful day. He was delighted that his party was finally here (he's been waiting a long time, and it's hard for a two year old to wait). He kicked balloons, hugged friends, ate cake and was finally ready for… Continue reading Goodbye two..
In 3 weeks, Theo will be 3. I can't believe it! 3. People say time flies when your having fun.. and I must have been having the the of my life, because the last 3 years have flown by. Last Christmas, I bought him a little pair of yellow wellies, from Mothercare, and they have… Continue reading Little yellow wellies..
Theo is terrified of 'the man who bangs the table'. When he hears him, he freezes, eyes wide and immediately grabs my hand. When we are out and about, if he hears a banging noise, he immediately reaches for me, and whispers 'the man, banging the table'. Its his biggest fear. The man who bangs… Continue reading The man who bangs the table..
We were lucky to escape so far... but we've been hit. I imagine Theo and his lack of respect for the personal space of other children is the one to blame. As he spends the vast majority of his life kissing me, licking me, shoving his fingers into my mouth and smushing my… Continue reading Cold..
So last year, I went along to a coffee morning that my cousin held to raise money for MacMillan. I baked buns (ate a lot of other people's buns) and donated some money. I never really thought much more about it. This year however, it felt totally different. I never thought in a million years that… Continue reading Lets have a cup of tea..