Mary J Blige had it right when she sang of no more drama. MJ, I think I've had my quota for 2013. A close family member has been very unwell, I then slipped with my baby on a wet floor the other week and tonight, my friends, my toddler chocked on freshly made popcorn.
Today was Mothers Day in the UK and as my toddler drifted to sleep last night, I sat on his bedroom floor, holding his little hand, looking at his bookshelf, at all the books I loved as a child (Roald Dahl's ...
Last week, my lovely friend, the fantastic actor Leonard Fenton came to visit baby Alexander. We ate at my parent's fabulous Greek restaurant The Olive Tree and Len entertained my toddler, Oliver with his animal impressions and imaginative stories. It was such a fun filled day, I want to bottle it up and treasure it forever.
We increasingly live our lives online and I simply can't imagine a day without my iPhone. In fact I left it at home the other day and had a mild panic at the thought of not being connected because we seem to be online a lot of the time.
Mothers Day always holds a special place in my heart, more so now that I'm a mother myself. I have always celebrated it, also sending cards and flowers to my beloved Grandma when she was alive. In the UK, Mothers Day is the 10th of March so I want to dedicate this post to my Mama, the family's rock: an inspiration and hard act to follow.
In all honesty, I wasn't sure I was going to write this post. You see, when tough things happen, I tend to keep them private and I'm a real 'brush yourself off and keep trucking' kind of girl, not wanting to wallow as I know others are suffering more than I and that worse things can happen and do...
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...