You know when you make a really stupid parenting decision, and then (for reasons of parental consistency) decide to stick with it? And you know sticking with it is irrational and a mistake but you do it anyway? And then it bites you in the bum, really hard? This is one of those stories.
Baby G is turning 4 on Monday and having a Fairy Princess High Tea tomorrow for 8 little like-minded friends. It should be an explosion of pink and I will take photos which will be adorable and delicious and cute. I will share on Monday and we will all ooh and aah and maybe shed… Read More
Baby G is undoubtedly the worst hide-and-seeker in the history of, well, ever. She is still at that delicious age where she believes with absolute certainty that if she can’t see you, you can’t see her. Without further ado, I present Baby G in hiding. If you look reeeeally hard, you might spot her.
Baby G: Mum, wake up! Me: (incoherent grumbling) Baby G: pleeeeease! Me: grumble grumble….sun is still sleeping….grumble grumble. Baby G: C’mon mummy! Lets snuggle and wake up the sun togevuh! Best invitation ever. We snuggled, drank OJ and with one squinty eye open, I watched the sun ‘wake up’ with my little princess’ hand wrapped… Read More
After 21 months of pregnancy (collectively…although each one did feel approximately that long), haemorrhoids, nausea, varicose veins, false labour (doesn’t get more fun than that), real labour (a whole other post), cracked nipples, repeated public boob exposures and The Battle With The Scale, there is a bright and magnificent light. There is! It makes all… Read More
Today, I needed Baby G to sleep. I had a lot of work to do and not much time. We spent the morning doing ‘special girl stuff’ like ballet and playing princesses with her best little friend EVER in the whole wide world, we ate lunch and I popped her into bed for a nap… Read More