In the past four months I have made more friends than I have in the two years I moved to this city, I wrote all about this in my Making Mum Friends post you can read here. Meeting someone for the first time can be a bit daunting. The conversation can lull and suddenly… Continue reading 10 Questions to Ask New Mum Friends
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.