This morning I lay in bed, eyes shut, back aching from a night spent sleeping on one side feeding a teething Pea, listening to The Princess and The Boyfriend playing I spy. What I heard went something like this:
Princess: I spy with my little eye something beginning with T. Television!
Boyfriend: Yes very good but I have to guess what you can spy.
Boyfriend: You say the letter and I… Continue reading
I may have mentioned this before (and then blocked it out through shame and embarrassment) but my very guilty pleasure is watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians. And it’s many spin-offs. In truth I am a “reality” TV junkie (most of this TV is so far removed from reality, it’s laughable), I also can’t get enough of those ra-ras from Made In Chelsea, or the fabulous girls on My Big… Continue reading
On Sunday, The Boyfriend, The Princess, The Pea and I spent the day at the park with two of my closest friends and their families. It was lovely, the kids ran around, had fun in the playground, struggled to sit still for any picnic food (actually, The Princess was the only one who struggled with this), bounced on the bouncy castle and generally had a great time.
Except for… Continue reading
I have just had possibly the most surreal few days of my life. The Princess had chicken pox last week, and in her usual style, she refused to give in to illness. She carried on like nothing was wrong, despite the thermometer telling us otherwise, not resting, not napping, not taking it at all easy. Then the coughing started. I say ‘coughing’, I mean barking, like a dog with a… Continue reading
The Princess is an outdoor kinda gal. It doesn’t matter what the weather is doing (except she doesn’t care too much for snow, it makes her “handies cold”), she likes to be outside. Me, I’m definitely a fair-weather-only gal. I don’t enjoy getting soaked in a downpour, I absolutely loathe the snow, and the wind makes me… Continue reading
I’ve never been a morning person. I have been a life-long fan of sleep and staying in bed. As a child, while friends would rise at dawn, I could happily snooze the entire morning away. As a grown-up (allegedly), add in boozy nights, long working days, on-call shifts, and getting up time would very often coincide with Countdown.
My children have not inherited my love for lying in. The… Continue reading
Yesterday I napped with my two-and-a-half year old daughter. We haven’t bedshared (successfully) in almost two years. For the first seven and a half months of her feisty little life, we co-‘slept’ – we both got about twenty minutes of sleep during that whole seven and a half month period. The Princess hated sleep, and me lying next to her in bed provided the perfect distraction from sleep; there was… Continue reading
I have always been somewhat of a worrier (read: ridiculously anxious, over-analytical, and slightly over-reactionary), but parenting has seen my worry reach new levels. Why isn’t the baby sleeping? Why is the baby sleeping so long? Why is the baby feeding so much? Why hasn’t the baby fed for the last two hours? Is the baby stimulated enough? Am I over stimulating the baby? Ad infinitum.
The current ‘crisis’… Continue reading
I have just written a post for Emma’s Diary Blog and it reminded me just why I blog. I was writing about a particularly difficult morning, alone, sleep-deprived, with two babies to get dried, dressed, fed, to the shops, back in bed, and out to lunch with friends, all with the added extras of a grumpy, temporarily deaf (to any of my requests) toddler, and a sobbing, clingy… Continue reading
Our weekend started at 4.30pm yesterday (Thursday) afternoon. Saturdays and Sundays mean little to our family; I’m on maternity leave from work (and therefore every day is a weekend, right?) and The Boyfriend works a six-day rota, meaning his weekends don’t often fall on a Saturday and Sunday. Today we decided that lunch out would be a nice way of spending time together as a family, enjoying each other’s company… Continue reading