I have been meaning to write this for a while now and reading Metropolitan Mum's post last night encouraged me to try and put into words how tough a month February has been for many of us.
I have so far had two C-Sections: an emergency and an elective, both poles apart. The former was a traumatic crash section due to being induced as I had the pregnancy liver condition ICP and recovery took a...
Here are the loves of my life...who are yours? Happy Valentines Day everyone!
Today, something a little bit weird happened.
Here's my adorable little baby boy Alexander, aged 4 months old. Time is flying by. Please stop. Soon you'll be talking, walking and asking me for the keys to my car.
I have a problem. Lately I seem to be surgically attached to my mobile phone. I think we all are (aren't we?). It's been going on for a while now. I see it up and down the land from playgrounds to boardrooms and I don't want to be that girl.
Oliver had a fabulous 3rd birthday party with a few friends yesterday (27 being a few *cough). Held at a well known private leisure centre it was Thomas the Tank Engine themed (O's obsessed with that excitable little train and declared on seeing his cake, "I'd like to eat the funnel and boiler first Mama"). I might have had to ask him to show me which part was the boiler. What?
Yesterday my baby child turned 3! 3 whole, flipping years! It seems like yesterday I brought him home from hospital all tiny and sweet (now he asks me questions I can't answer like, "If lions can't talk, why can Raa-Raa, Mama?" Well Cbeebies, what have you got to say for yourself?
It's funny because despite being a filmmaker, I mostly tend to leave the photographs to my fabulously talented husband Peter. He's a pro (although his day job is in IT) and is repped by the biggest photographic agency in the world.
Wow, a big day for a big boy. Forget big today was massive. Momentous. Huge. Like the opening ceremony of the Olympics or when Robbie left Take That (then rejoined 15 years later)...Drumroll... It was Oliver's first day at preschool... although anyone would think it was my first day at school, I was so flipping nervous.
If 2012 was sponsored by Carlsberg, it would (probably) be my best year yet. I got the birth I wish I'd had with my first born Oliver, with my second son Alexander. A truly joyous elective that had me declar...
If having a baby wasn't enough to make me realise my first born, Oliver (nearly 3) was no longer a baby, then moving to pre-school imminently has truly cemented it. I looked around the pre-school last week as...
I found this picture of Oliver the other day (then nearly 2) in an adorable little Santa's outfit and thought I'd share it with you! One year is such a long time for toddlers, Oliver has become a lively, independent little chap who wouldn't let me dress him as Santa this year! (Not fair!) I’ll hopefully get one more wear out of it with Baby Alexander then I might have to consider passing it onto someone else or recycling it with other baby clothes.
Not The One (below), one but the one your partner/husband/friend with benefits has agreed if you ever meet (which is extremely unlikely) you can -' you know with' or I don't know, at least kiss.
Being a new mum is oh so rewarding but it can be challenging too-the recovery from birth, the sleepless nights, the constant stream of advice from everyone and their Nan...the need to feel yourself again......
I know, it's rock 'n' roll right here on the blog but seriously since becoming a Mum, I marvel daily at the ways the simple wet wipe has made my world a cleaner place. Enjoy.
You know when you look at your baby and see all the people you love in him and just melt. That. I'm totally besotted and walking on air. I feel like this all day, every day. Apart from the 4 am feed of course and when I can't watch Take Me Out without the subtitles on because the kid's wailing. Then, maybe, then, I'm slightly less besotted.