We’ve all been there; the baby is screaming, the toddler is trying to fit a crayon up his left nostril, and there’s an Everest-esque pile of dirty laundry waiting to be done, when all we want is a nice brew and five minutes peace and quiet.
I thought I might make a little series from “Five Things” seeing as my last blog post (hundreds of years ago) was the same kind of format; so I’ll throw out a ‘Five Things’ post here and there.
Things that have annoyed me in the last week:
If you’ve ever taken a baby or toddler away on holiday, you have no doubt felt that overwhelming and all-consuming dread in the run up to the event at all the ‘what ifs’ that may occur. ‘What if the journey there turns in to a scene from The Exorcist? What if protest planking becomes a new way… Continue reading Travelling with a Toddler
I’ve been AWOL for ages now, not really sure what has happened…just life I suppose. So I thought I’d do a bit of a comeback…with a poem. Yes, you heard correctly…a poem. Good lord!
It was Dexter’s First Birthday last week (HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?!) and it got me thinking back to that fateful day 12 months ago, so I have decided to share his birth story with you lovely readers. It’s a long one peeps…I do hope you hang on in there…
I’m sharing some photos from our bath and bedtime routine on the blog this week, which is something myself and Mr B like to keep as a constant for Dexter as it’s the one thing that ensures he has a settled night. Even if his whole routine through the day goes tits up (and it often… Continue reading Bedtime Routine
If you didn’t already know, this week is Child Safety Week in the UK (6-12th June 2016), which is an annual campaign run by the Child Accident Prevention Trust, focused on preventing children and young people from having serious and fatal accidents. Ashamedly I hadn’t heard of this campaign before, so when one of this… Continue reading Be Safe This Summer with Fireman Sam
WARNING: this piece contains graphic detail! Before a baby comes along, poo is the last thing you want to talk about. It’s one of those awkward things that you pretend doesn’t exist, because we all know that girls don’t poo, right? However, having a baby means that you quite literally have to deal with a… Continue reading The One with All the Poo
I’m feeling a little fragile this morning, and no, it’s not because I got well and truly shit-faced last night and spent the morning vomiting fresh orange juice and my stomach lining in to an empty box of Celebrations (that was Sunday morning #mumgoals).
MANOLOS AND TINY TOES 