Preparing your child for a baby sibling...
Welcome to the latest Wonderful Women. This week I’m speaking to Anna Lewis, a mum of one and published Children’s...
If you've found my blog through some explicit adult only Google search (!) let me start by pointing out that, sorry, it's not that kind of post. Today is about my kids sleeping in my bed-both kids, a fair few times a week. We call it 'Musical Beds' here, are you familiar with this 'game'?
I can't lie, we adore designer style here, for me and my family, but I love it even more when I can snap up pieces in the sale!
We absolutely love films here, I'm a filmmaker and come from a family of cinephiles, and my kids not surprisingly love movies too, from live action to animation, across all genres and it really is such a joy reliving my youth through their film choices.
Last week saw 'part' of this family spend 7 days in Marbella, staying at the palatial Casa Haniel, a James Villa Holidays' villa in San Pedro, above, for a fabulous, relaxing, fun and invigorating week away.
Those who follow my blog know that settling my youngest son, Alexander, now 2 1/2 into nursery has not been easy for either of us. Having spent most of the first 2 years of his life with either myself or my Mum, initially starting nursery at 2, felt totally foreign to him.
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.
Last week saw us visiting the magical RHS Harlow Carr gardens in Harrogate, a usual family haunt of ours and...
I cannot believe Alexander is 16 months already, time sure is flying! I feel like I'm enjoying every second with this little one too. I found first time-motherhood tougher, a foreign world in many ways, a shock to the system (amazing too of course) but I'm a seasoned pro with my second son now!
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?
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.
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.