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
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
One whole year of internet ramblings. Who’d have thunk it?
This week marks the blog’s 1st
birthday. A whole year since I started rambling on t’internet. We won’t be throwing a party or eating cake, because it’s only a blog and that would be ridiculous.
Although we may actually have cake, because any excuse is a good excuse for cake. Continue reading
“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