Things kind of stopped this year. I know I’ve been absent – I haven’t felt very bloggy, or like putting pen to paper. Some days I haven’t felt much at all. Instead of the laptop, I’ve needed to pause and concentrate on real life, and not the one we all weirdly aspire to on t’interweb. Continue reading
Somehow, presumably by some sort of wizardry and magic, we are now officially in charge of a 5 year old. Yes, today is Bear’s 5th birthday; 5 years of being a super-calm and definitely-got-my-stuff-together Wonder Mum, worthy of some sort of catalogue photoshoot or something.
I jest, obviously. We are NOT that family.
We have just come back from a lovely week in Cornwall. “But the title above says Devon?”, I hear you cry! You’re not wrong, and so begin our pre-birthday summer holiday shenanigans… Continue reading
So here we are, at the end of another year. Embarrassingly, I’ve hardly blogged in 2017 – life (and young children) are to blame. I can’t really remember all of it either (sleep, lack of, is to blame for that), but there are a few highlights… Continue reading
Hello, it’s been a while…
I’m a bit rusty and out of practice with this blogging business, but I can’t keep putting it off. Which is what I have been doing because I always wanted the blog to make people smile, and I haven’t felt very smiley.
Tomorrow Bear turns 4, and a month today The Boy turns 1. Both massive milestones that I reckon need to be documented somewhere, because amidst the chaos of the last 12 months I am still standing. I have more grey hairs and I definitely drink more gin than ever before, but I am definitely still standing (or sitting on my backside with a glass of wine, but let’s not go into details).
A year ago today I was SO pregnant, massive, waddly and all sorts of moody. Little did I know that the proceeding four weeks were going to be the most normal me I would feel for quite some time. Because last September, things went a bit weird… Continue reading
This time last year I didn’t really feel like gin. I know, shock horror.
While it was too early to do a test, and too early to get our hopes up, I had an inkling that I was pregnant. I was unjustifiably tired, I had heartburn from a glass of water, and I didn’t fancy gin. Something was definitely amiss. Continue reading
Yes. Yes it is.
Don’t you just love half term? All those family days out, idyllic selfies with your children, relaxing days with the special little people in your life. Bliss. Sound familiar? No? Me neither. Half term can piss right off. Continue reading
When we went along to our first NCT meeting when I was pregnant with Bear, they asked us to each list 3 things that we like or enjoy. One of those “let’s all get to know each other” things (at a pretty sensible and respectable level, unlike 3 years later when us 8 Mums know WAY more than we probably need to know about one another).
On my list were 3 things I like – gin, chocolate and lists. Yes, lists. Continue reading
Anyone else remember Why Don’t you? from TV in the 80s? If you don’t, think Blue Peter – but hosted by children. Children that are armed with copious amounts of PVA glue and a penchant for papier maché. Continue reading
You’re into your ‘surprises’ at the moment. Generally they go down a storm when you’re running out of steam at meal times, and are used to coerce you into finishing the boring bits so that you can have a not-so-boring ‘surprise’. Granted, to most toddlers that would be a chocolate- or cake-based something, but you consider those the work of the devil and are chuffed to bits with a pack of raisins or bowl of strawberries, so we just smile and sneak back to the kitchen to finish our Dairy Milk join in the chorus of “Hurrah! Fruit!”
Well it’s a good job you’re into surprises, and that they don’t have to be in chocolate form. Because we have a little surprise for you…and it’s not a lifetime supply of Pom Bears, I’m afraid. Continue reading
Happy 2016 from Team Wales (and random smug goat) xx
Well those 12 months whizzed by pretty quickly didn’t they? Cheeky little blighters. While 2015 passed me by in a haze of Peppa Pig, dirty nappies and countless renditions of ‘wheels on the bus’, there were a some notable highlights for the memory box. Continue reading