It's a hard one. When Demi Moore stripped bare for her 91 Vanity Fair Cover at seven months pregnant, some said it was a feminist stance, celebrating her new found form, others felt it a controversial move by an actress in constant need of attention.
I pondered as to whether I should write this or not. What happened yesterday was pretty upsetting. Ultimately I concluded it was for the best to write it down. Might help another mother who takes her eyes off her child for one split milisecond.
Being a blogger has it's perks-as well as sometimes getting paid for posts, companies often contact me and ask whether they can send me gifts for Oliver. Check out the presents for Oliver below from Find me a Gift . Lucky Oliver!
Happy Valentine's Day all!
...Since a new man entered my life that cold January two years ago, my heart belongs to him. I still gave my husband Peter a pretty card I made, including the heartfelt words of, "You're the best husband in the world and would be nearly perfect if you managed to put your dirty socks in the wash basket" scribbled lovingly inside.
So last week, my 2 year old son overheard a builder use the F word.
I know, disgusting right. What's society coming to?
Erm, that builder might just have been me.
I have a confession to make. I'm Greek (well British Greek) and up until recently I'd never given my child hummus. I know, you better sit down and sip on some brandy. It's pretty shocking stuff.
I was born and bred a Catholic. Growing up in West Ireland to an Irish Mother whose own family stemmed from a deeply religious background it was inevitable I would follow the same path. Admiration, of course, to my parents for continuing not only this upbringing when we moved to England, but in also making the effort (because as I have since found out it IS an effort) for my sisters and I, to be schooled in Catholic schools.
