IT’S the age that fills parents the world over with sheer and utter dread. The ‘Terrible Twos’, so terrible that they’ve actually been called terrible! I mean you can’t get more terrifying an age than that can you?! Besides the teenage years – which thankfully for me as a mum are miles away in the foreseeable future – it is this age, this ‘terrible’ age, that we all come to
IT feels almost ridiculous to be typing that my beautiful little girl will soon be turning two. But yet two she will indeed turn in just over a months’ time. Watching her develop into the spirited, inquisitive, clever, funny and all round wonderful girl that she is, has been and continues to be just a joy. Exhausting and difficult at times yes (toddlerdom is tricky!) but she really is just
SOME of you may have noticed that there wasn’t a post from me on Monday. I like to try and post at least three times a week on Pouting In Heels. It’s a do-able amount for me (usually) and hopefully enough content for you guys to keep things interesting. Posting three times a week is something I try and stick with when I can, but this week I couldn’t do
THE other day I was looking after Elsie, doing my best as always to make sure she is happy and comfortable, when a question popped into my head. When do we start to become afraid of asking for our needs to be met? From the mind-blowing minute she came into the world, Elsie has always been a brilliant communicator, helping me to easily figure out what it is that she
MANY a time I look at my little Elsie Porridge and think she is the wisest person I know. You may think that’s crazy. And perhaps you would be right. Afterall, she’s only eight months old. But I ask you this – have you ever met a happy, bouncing baby who doesn’t know how to really enjoy life? For my awesome little girl may be young, but make no mistake,
Call me bonkers, call me fiery, call me hormonal (or don’t if you’ve any sense) but sometimes life’s little challenges have been known to make me want to bloody well scream. It’s the little stuff that makes me want to lose it. You know, the car keys you can’t find, knocking over your last glass of wine, that kind of thing. Life’s little annoyances really get my goat. But when
Some say that a bond between a mother and her child is the strongest human bond there is. And whilst I know that sadly this isn’t always the case, I’m beginning to realise exactly what people mean. As a new Mum, I now get it. I understand. It’s love, but not as you know it. I like to think I know how to love and be loved. I certainly hope
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