Over the last few weeks, several women have asked me what it's like to have kids- and I feel I have a duty to them- and to you guys- to be honest that while raising kids can be blooming life-affirming and wondrous, it can also be incredibly tough: mentally and physically.
Saturday saw us head out in the sunshine for a glorious day at the most tranquil and captivating of Georgian mansions: Beningbrough Hall in York. It was the day before spring had officially sprung but the gardens told us otherwise.
I'm a girl's girl, always have been, always will be.
I've been on the receiving end of 'Mean Girl' style behaviour in the past and I bet you have too.
This year, it must be stated, we've had the most incredible fun decorating our Christmas tree (below). Past years have seen me decorate our tree solo, or when little helpers have intervened, a few Christmas tree related disasters have followed: smashed baubles, twisted branches, tears over faulty twinkling lights and tantrums over tinsel I ended up binning (who likes tinsel over the age of 5 anyway?!)
I'm super excited to share a brand new feature with you all as I join forces with the formidable TV Psychologist Emma Kenny in a bid to help offer guidance, support and solutions to your problems, right here on my blog Honest Mum.
I missed a day vlogging recently (shock horror) but I shared a longer form video instead and I must say, I really am loving vlogging daily: it's fun, means I have wonderful memories to reflect on and it naturalises presenting on camera, making it easier than ever to speak into the lens.
This summer has been glorious- a slower way of life for us all, al fresco dining when the weather allowed, a week in Spain, good times in the garden growing our own produce (hello runner beans and strawberries galore), inventing games, painting (in the garage with newspaper on the floor of course-I've not gone totally insane)...just being happy, b
I know the advice is to use anti-wrinkle cream from the end of your 20's but I'm a bit of a later starter and have only started recently, at the grand old (not really old) age of 34.
The long bank holiday was bursting with celebrations for this family, as my husband and I celebrated 10 years of marriage, my cousin had a beautiful bouncing baby boy Leo (on the same day as the Duchess) and my brother Solos proposed to his gorgeous girlfriend Lucy and she said yes!
On the same day that the nation celebrates one special birth, Pampers partners with award winning director to celebrate #everybaby. Pampers know that every beautiful baby is a prince of princess to their parents, and with 2,000 babies born every day in the UK, each deserve the same joyous celebrations to mark their birthday!
I can't believe today is mine and my husband, Peter's 10 year wedding anniversary. A whole decade. Wow!
This weekend saw us ensure 'passportgate' never happens again with a trip to very lush Liverpool, one of our favourite cities in the UK, to submit and order Oliver's new passport (yay)! Gloriously sunny for the most part it was ice creams at the docks and some shopping in my favourite city of style, with new jeans and shirts for Peter, Topshop frocks for I and some toys for the boys...
As you get older and perhaps a little wiser (or in my Dad's case, sillier, much, much sillier-it can go both ways) you start to realise what really matters in life. I think having kids can do that to you, that whirlwind of new love for the kid you made merged with the mammoth overwhelming weight of responsibility (no more spontaneity in life is pretty sobering) and puts everything that came before, and after it, into sharp perspective. You don't need to have a kid for this I should add. Yay for being wiser without having to actually use your cervix! Life experience, travel, pets, nurturing plants, charity work, whatever it is that takes you out of yourself, can be enlightening, It got me thinking about all the tiny touching moments that make up the bigger picture, the intricately woven happy-making little things I reflect on right before I go to sleep or if I'm away from my kids, missing them madly, or my zone out to more joyous times when I find the children fighting over toys/films/my affection and I need a happy place pronto.
It's that time again 'Who's the Daddy', my monthly feature where a Daddy blogger guest posts on my blog, sharing his voice and view on the world right now. I've been utterly overwhelmed by the response from the incredible Daddy blogging community both in the UK and abroad, along with my readers of course- since launching this series last month; it's a real privilege to share my blog with such a diverse and talented pool of bloggers writing about parenting and beyond, from their perspective. This week Papa Tont, Tony Pitt, is sharing this thoughts on Valentine's Day.
My most favourite opera of all and the very first my mother saw in her teens, made for an extra special evening at The Grand in Leeds for Opera North's epic operatic and most tragic love story, La traviata.
So those who follow me here and on FB know that Alexander, 2 and 4 months, trialled nursery last September after his 2nd birthday and HATED it.