This post is a little different to most of my usual posts…I’ve written a letter to my son.
Well, it has begun. I’ve heard it talked about so many times by other parents, usually prefixed by a swear word. Our baby is teething! We are now proud members of the club of exhausted parents who can’t understand quite why evolution still hasn’t made teething less painful for the poor little blighters. Surely there’s got to be a better way?!
Everyone knows that once you become a mum online shopping is infinitely easier. No attempting to navigate the ridiculously narrow aisles in clothes shops run by beautifully dressed women. No rushing out of a shop red-faced as your child screams blue murder. No trying to squeeze into a changing room cubicle. No awkward explanations as to why you left the shop when your child was holding a pair of socks you hadn’t paid for. You get the gist: ordering online is the way forward.
No matter how much reading you do or how many babies you’ve spent time with I think everyone goes into parenting with big gaps in their knowledge! There are huge gaps in mine but one thing that has been amusing and baffling for me are some of the habits my son has which I didn’t expect from a baby! Here are a few things that I hadn’t expected of my son: Continue reading
The lovely Sarah at Mumzilla wrote this lovely post about her favourite things and invited us to take part! The idea is to choose 5 things from your house (can be absolutely anything!) take pictures of them and then write about why you like them or what they mean to you. I really loved the idea, so here I am…
When I wrote my very first blog post about #Mumlife it was pointed out by the lovely Gem at Colley’s Wobbles that one of the items on my list actually counted as a Mummywin. Claire at The Pramshed wrote about mummy wins and newborn firsts; such as the first time she left the house after having the baby. Here’s my list of #mummywins, the things that make me smile and think ‘Woop, dodged a bullet’ or ‘I actually CAN do this without being a hot mess!’
We are coming up to a part of our parenting journey (could that phrase be any more wanky?!) that I am really nervous about. Weaning. The main source of my nervousness? I can’t cook!! I am entirely useless in the kitchen.