I’m not even going to bother trying to excuse myself – I am only too aware that it has been an age since I last posted on here. I don’t have a proper reason, other than life got in the way and I got a bit rubbish. Sorry about that. Continue reading
Parenting
Bear’s next chapter
Peeps, I have some news for you.
The time has come for me to make a big decision. I’m very excited to tell you that, as of tomorrow, I shall be sending Mummy and Daddy off into the big wide world without me for 3 mornings a week. Meanwhile I shall be starting at playgroup; tomorrow is the first social get-together with my new buddies, just hanging out and keeping it real with some new toys and books. Oh – and there will be some brand new grown-ups there, too. Continue reading
Honesty is the best policy (apparently)
One whole year of internet ramblings. Who’d have thunk it?
Although we may actually have cake, because any excuse is a good excuse for cake. Continue reading
Toddlers & tantrums: the truth
“Today I will mostly be irrational.”
When I was pregnant, I had lots of knowing advice and advanced warning about becoming a parent. The worry (lots), the stress (lots), the love (lots), the sleep (not lots).
What they didn’t tell me was how some of the more mundane (and previously piece-of-cake) makings of our daily lives will suddenly become my biggest challenges. And perhaps it is this little lot that should actually have come with a warning. Or, at the very least, a double G&T. Continue reading
Happy Mother’s Day
“Behind every child is a mother who is pretty sure she’s screwing it up”.
I read this on one of those little hanging plaque things to put up in your house, and it made me smile. Not because it’s particularly funny, but because it seems a pretty apt assessment of my 18 months as a mum-in-training. Continue reading
It’s a marvellous night for a moonwalk
Picture the scene. It’s 3am on a cold Sunday morning and instead of being tucked up in bed, we are rock and rolling it up in Royal Glamorgan’s A&E. I’m delirious, Paul’s delirious, not just through tiredness but through the million degrees that the hospital seems to have set its thermostat to. Continue reading
Chatterbox Mummy 