CAN you believe we’re already two weeks into 2016? I ask you, when on earth did this happen?! Crazy stuff indeed. Anyhow, I hope you’re all having a smashing start to the year and are managing to hit the ground running with all of your hopes, desires and goals! It’s been a pretty eventful couple of weeks here, so I thought I’d share with you all a quick update of
I CAN feel Elsie’s childhood slipping through my fingers. Really, I can. Those special moments, this special age she’s at, it’s all slipping through my fingers at an alarming rate. I’ve been hanging on, trying to keep up, doing my best to stop them all slipping through, but it’s been a struggle. And recently I’ve had a wake up call.
I DON’T normally write ‘how to’ posts for parents. One, because I am no expert. And two, well because even the experts don’t always have the answers. Us mums, us dads, we all know that there is no rule book for parenting. No essential guide book that will make this parenting malarkey a breeze. It’s tricky. It’s testing. It’s pretty much all trial and error. But goodness me, if there
SOMETIMES being a mum feels like the easiest job in the world. Other days, it’s the hardest, most challenging, frustrating, damn right difficult job I’ve ever had. Or ever will. We’ve all been there haven’t we? No mum is immune from those god awful parenting days. The ones that force you to your knees in the kind of way only motherhood can. Not even the best mums. (Whoever they are) Not
IF you asked your child to make up your house rules, what would they be?! Scary thought I know (!), but do you think you can imagine what they would come up with? When I asked my daughter Elsie to come up with her own house rules (as above), I got quite the shock. Some of the things I was kind of expecting – like ‘eating chocolate for breakfast’! –
Over three years ago I ‘signed up’ to the greatest test of my life. An endurance test of mammoth proportions. A test that would challenge my body and my mind. A test that would shake me to my core. A test that would make me question everything I thought I knew. What test am I talking about? This one. The test of motherhood. This morning as I sit here,
UNTIL you become a parent, you just don’t get it. You can’t get it. Parenting seems like the easiest, most natural thing in the world when you haven’t got a child. You see a kid throwing a tantrum in the supermarket and know exactly what the mum should be doing. You roll your eyes when you see a food splattered toddler in your local cafe (doesn’t that dad know he
IT’S finally happening… In a few days Elsie will be all settled into her ‘big girl’ bedroom whilst I mourn the loss of her nursery and how quickly she seems to be growing up. (I know, it’s pathetic right but you just know there will be tears!) When we were moving house and using removal companies to move all of Elsie’s baby things, I knew that Elsie’s nursery would be
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