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
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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
Happy 2nd birthday!
Happy 2nd birthday, Bear!
If this last year came with a sound track, it would have been the Benny Hill theme. I have a feeling the next year might follow suit. 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
The importance of being boss (by Bear)
Hello hello!
While Mummy’s napping*, I thought I’d update you on my recent escapades. It’s been a busy few months and I don’t have much time to sit down. Or sit still. Or stand still. Or relax. You get the picture – I’m a very busy girl.
*Ha. She wishes. 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
Chatterbox Mummy 