Italians love babies so even if you need to beg your next-door-neighbour, bring one with you to Rome, they’re like a skip the line pass into everything!
Well I’m a month into being a married lady and I have to say… absolutely nothing has changed! Aside from my surname that is, because we did the traditional thing. But I can thankfully say, we’re also not in debt. HOW? You ask... Never fear my friend, I will tell you all.
Here is a 10 step-by-step guide by myself and D on how to make a christening/party/function as stressful as possible for the parents.
Images of our beloved blanket abandoned at airport security flashed through my head. People trampling all over it - dirty, unloved, forgotten.
Advancing from baby in the bed to baby in her own side-sleeper, the Babybay!
Our experience with Baby Led Weaning and how we've adapted it after a scary experience.
I had one hundred percent put off going back to Dublin for two reasons, 1. The money and 2. The flight. When the Jellybean was born I very much had the mentality that everyone could come to me, heck if me having a baby isn’t reason enough to come visit what is? So for… Continue reading Travelling Alone with an Infant
A new baby has arrived, whether it be a family member or close friend, you’re ridiculously excited to meet the new smush. Here’s the thing though, as excited as you are, that Mama who has just been through labour is tired, achy and full of hormones. I got thrown into the deep end with visitors… Continue reading 5 Tips When Visiting A Newborn
2017 was one of the busiest years of my life, I didn't set myself any goals or resolutions but I can safely say it has been the most incredible, educational, challenging, rewarding year so far. Best moments of 2017 (chronologically); - Ringing in the New Year in Australia! - Doing the Great Ocean Road in… Continue reading 2018 Will Never Beat 2017
Despite getting nothing from us, she was utterly spoiled as our family and friends really showed off for her first Christmas.
In 2015 after six years, D and I finally had our first Christmas together and I was all ready to begin our own Christmas Traditions. I bugged him for days about buying a Christmas tree at the start of December, then made him traipse down aisle after aisle looking at decorations, choosing what colour… Continue reading Christmas Eve Traditions
"The OH brought DD2 to MIL's, we are BLW DD2 but when he's there he TW." I'm sorry - WHAT?
I challenged us, one of everything for the entire weekend. I love nothing more than a challenge, despite my tendency to usually fail at them.
D took four weeks off work when Jellybean was born, as the days steadily ticked by I was becoming more and more aware of how little people I knew in the same position as me. Or how many people I knew in general. Unfortunately I had no childhood friends, school friends or undergrad friends… Continue reading Making Mum Friends
Parenthood and shit days go hand in hand, and if you thought any different then sorry but this is your wake up call. Unless of course you're one of those annoying stepford-wife-robots and are completely in denial of how utterly shit your spawn can be at times. Sorry, but I'm not buying it when… Continue reading Shit Days
First off, you don't need to justify anything to me. I don't know what I'm doing either, pal. There are books upon books written about parenting, so much so that if a first-time mum went searching for a bit of solace and support, she can end up feeling rather panicked at all of the conflicting… Continue reading Parent Your Way
By 10pm we were in front of the tv with wine.
Why I do it and how it doesn't make me a bad mother. There is so much speculation around this topic, my own mother has even had a comment or two on it. In a nutshell, my daughter sleeps in the bed with us. And you know what? It works. We like it. We all sleep better and I'm about to blow you away with some cold hard facts.
It may be natural but it's not always easy. Doing it in public, drinking alcohol, what to wear and a few things I've learned. Doing it in Public. Day 3 of the little one being born my aunt and uncle came to visit from London, and with a little persuasion got us out of the… Continue reading Breastfeeding
I was no exception from the feeling they were making a mistake allowing me to take home and care for a tiny human. Surely there was at least a test I should have to take? Or a vetting... like if I were to adopt a dog? No? Sure?
It all went a bit wrong to be honest. I didn't get the Birthing Centre in the New Forest, the water birth, the relaxing calm environment. It’s as if someone looked at my birth ‘plan’ and went “psych!” but I’ll get to that bit later. (Don’t worry, no gory details provided.)
Very Important Parents Maternity leave is an odd time of my life and I’m sure I’m going to look back on it and marvel at how I was able to spend months at home with my little Jellybean going to classes, for walks, spending some days at home and meeting other mum friends...