My big boy is three TODAY (gulp!) and I’m wondering where exactly did those 3 years and that tiny crumple faced newborn boy go? That baby that I held and didn’t think I knew what to do with. That baby with whom I couldn’t see past those first few sleep deprived weeks with, and thought… Continue reading #threenager!
Even though she’s named in the title of this blog, I’ve never even really written about my beautiful, crazy hound Lottie. People often ask how I cope with the dog as well as the kids and let me tell you, juggling an almost 3 year old, a just turned 1 year old and an energetic… Continue reading Me and my Lottie Dog
I did a triathlon on bank holiday Monday and am STILL feeling mega chuffed with myself about it. It was a 400m swim, 9 mile bike and a 4.5 mile run. People said to me “so what are you doing it for, charity or something” and the answer was “nope, just for me” because it’s… Continue reading Getting my fitness mojo back…
So it’s nearly all over and in 6 working days (sob!) I’ll be back at work! Actually, I kind of feel ready this time and I’m not gonna waste any time on that completely unnecessary emotion: Guilt, because I’ve realised it doesn’t achieve anything good. Which is a far cry from how I felt returning… Continue reading A Tale of Two Maternity Leaves
I’ve spent my entire life imagining what things will be like, and they very rarely turn out exactly as I saw in my minds eye. Like when I was a kid and we were going on holiday, I’d build a picture in my mind…and then I’d get there and it would be way better than… Continue reading To my son…
Holy moly, I learnt the hard way that these are a real actual THING! A thing that when your toddler is a cute 12-18 month old, you can’t really imagine because they haven’t started forming their own opinions yet. I know, because I naively thought that I might just escape it because my boy had… Continue reading Expectations vs Reality part 2: The Terrible Two’s
And other favourite things people have said to me since becoming a mum. Some useful, some plain offensive. Here goes: 1. “Bloody NORA. When’s that thing gonna stop growing? How are you gonna get it out?” Oh THANKS! Actual words said by a work colleague whilst 8 months pregnant first time round. Actual answer was… Continue reading Cor blimey tha’s got tha hands full there love!