Ode to My Baby

Thank you for the nights
You wouldn't sleep and I held you close,
The days we cried together
Mutual tiredness, exasperation, a journey every mother knows.

Raw Parenting

Babies are precious, wonderful things. Miniature dictators of our hearts with smiles that melt us and sticky hands, that grow up all too fast into fiercely independent children that seem to need us less and less.

Crappy Christmas

For the battle-hardened Warrior Parents, Christmas can be a seriously daunting time. Possibly the most family-centric day of the year, and yet one of you won't get to see the children.

New Year, New...

When 2016 came around, I made a series of non-resolutions. Promises to myself that I thought would make me feel better, look better, be happier.

Warrior Parents

What is a label? Well according to the Oxford Dictionary, it's "a classifying phrase or name applied to a person or thing, especially one that is inaccurate or restrictive". True story bro.

Rocking the Solo Parenting

I'd forgotten how hard it is to be a single parent.

It's been a while

I haven't checked in for a while. If I'm honest, I needed the break. Things have changed around here...

The Mummy Body

I recently posted about being a mum. The way I was ashamed of my body until I realised that it looked the way it did because I have created two beautiful miracles. And like cake. Must admit to the cake.

Being Mum

I used to feel so embarrassed of my post baby body.

The saggy boobs, the stretch marks, the little bit of baggy tummy that has never quite gone away.

Are we there yet?!

Travelling with children can be a challenge comparable to running a marathon. You prepare, train, focus… and yet when the main event arrives you’ll still be physically exhausted, mentally drained, and wondering why on earth you ever thought it was a good idea!

Don't Test My Baby!

No matter how old your child is, it seems that they must be tested. Examined. Measured up against some non-existent, picture-perfect child that the government has invented in some poorly veiled attempt to make you feel like a useless parent.

Mess, fun and drama – feeding children!

Without sounding smug, I was one of those very lucky mums that managed to breastfeed successfully without any issues. My babies took to it naturally, as did I, and both of my girls were breastfed until they were nine months.

Seven Year Old Perspective

Sometimes, you need a reality check. You can run around cleaning up spills, making dinners, loading and unloading the dishwasher, doing endless laundry, wiping dirty faces and cuddling your babies - but at the end of the day you sit back exhausted, and if you're anything like me, you'll feel a little unappreciated.

15 things every mum says

As a child, it used to drive me crazy that from my point of view, my mum recycled the same fun-killing or nagging expressions time after time after time. They would really grate on me - what was wrong with trying to dangle out of my bedroom window? Or riding the dog? Or eating squirty cream straight from the can?

Chillipeeps Spout

I came across Chillipeeps via Twitter, and was indescribably excited. This was surely the invention that I had been waiting for!

Part-time custody, full time love. The story of a blended family.

I’m the very lucky mummy of two happy, healthy children. They adore each other, and of course I adore them too. They look pretty different – one has poker straight blonde hair and blue eyes; the other has brown ringlets and brown eyes. But they both have my ski jump nose and the unfortunate chin shared by all of the women in my family.

Co-sleeping - my experience

There are two very strict schools of thought where co-sleeping is concerned. Those who firmly believe that it is a natural, necessary thing to do to provide comfort and care to your children, and those who think that it is the most dangerous and neglectful thing that you can do.

I definitely fall within the former camp.

I have no medical qualifications. I have not read through the numerous studies, piles of research and recommendations from healthcare professionals.

I just did what felt right.

Mum Guilt

I love my babies. Two miniatures of me, with the same ski jump nose, unfortunate family chin, and cheeky personality.

They are both growing up to be such different little girls, with their own individual likes, dislikes, quirks and sense of personality, and as I am sure every parent can relate, I love them both so much that it hurts.

I would love to spend every moment of every day with my girls. Watching films, colouring, make and do, baking, playing outside, taking the dogs for a walk, cuddling on the sofa... But it's just not possible.

Public Bad Behaviour

I love my children. It's a kind of love I never even believed was possible - all consuming, every fibre of my being, so fierce it physically hurts.

Growing up and looking back

When I was younger, all I wanted to do was be a grown up. I saw being an adult as a huge sense of freedom, power, and the ability to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

So growing up came as quite a shock.