I don’t know what they’re putting in the water come autumn, but it must be a little shoo-wop shoo-waddy-waddy yippity boom-de-boom, because when we were trying to conceive, before you could say chang-chang Continue reading
I recently confessed that I was always going to be a routine mum, and having twins just gave me a good excuse to use when other people gave me shit about the army boot camp regime that masquerades as the running of my household. I’ve Continue reading
However, as a person who loves travel and now a parent of three young apprentice humans, I’ve had the dubious pleasure of Continue reading
I sometimes struggle to espresso myself, but the time has come to give an appreciative nod of gratitude to that which gets me through the day. Coffee, my old friend. Always there when I need you; making me a better mother, nay, a better human.
Motherhood is like a Continue reading
When you find out you’re pregnant there are so many decisions ahead of you; breast or bottle, cloth or disposable, cameleon or donkey (prams not pets). Doctors. Hospitals. Names. Birth plans. Nursery furniture. It’s just one big long list of things to do and stuff to pick. Continue reading
Do y’all remember that time I wrote a (surprise) open letter to my (pregnant) bestie giving my (unsolicited) advice and support for the upcoming arrival of her first baby and subsequently my blog (and facebook) exploded in a mess of tears and snot and crumpled tissues everywhere? Continue reading
It feels like yesterday I was being handed a tiny, squawky, shmoo covered baby who looked up at me with big blue eyes, a wrinkley pink forehead and promptly shat on me.
What with such an inauspicious start, I was hopeful that my little baby Continue reading
As best friend of someone expecting their first baby, with this, comes great responsibilities. Things like not sounding like a know-it-all, and trying to give good (but not pushy) advice. When it’s asked for. Continue reading
I’ve been blessed over the course of my mummyhood with three babies who have slept quite well. I’m not smug enough to attribute this solely to my own mad skillz and motherhood prowess, but I’m also reticent to credit it all to luck. Continue reading
We’ve been struck down by the dreaded lurg here at camp eenie meenies. Continue reading