It all started so innocently. A bit of afternoon painting to fill up the time in between coming home from preschool and eating dinner. Sounds great right? Whatever could go wrong. Allow me to present a photo essay of what could go wrong: Declan likes to consider himself a post-modern impressionist. He decided he needed a different...

Yesterday I sat down and sorted a pack of sprinkles into colours. It didn't occur to me until Dan asked what the hell I was doing that this might be a little strange, I just didn't want the decorations on my cupcakes to clash. The day that I'd planned to make Declan's cupcakes for his preschool birthday celebration was the same day my...

I am slightly obsessed with junk food. I'm also slightlyfairly overweight. These two things may or may not be related, but I'm thinking they probably are. This pregnancy was my hardest and my heaviest. Again, I'm thinking that's probably related. One of the big goals I've set for myself this year, and before we even consider trying to...

On Thursday morning, the 18th, my waters broke whilst I was laying in bed having a chat with Declan. We dropped the boys around to my in laws and made our way off to hospital. The midwives confirmed that my waters had broken and, in exactly the same way as I was with Connor and Declan, I wasn't contracting. They explained that as I wasn't quite 36...

Dan and I decided to have a business meeting (as much as you can call us scribbling away at notepads and drinking coffee a business meeting) at an indoor playground yesterday. In hindsight, I do not recommend it. One grumpy one year old, and one hyperactive three year old (that has no concept of fear whatsoever) combined with the rainy...

One thing I keep on hearing over and over again since Robyn's birth is how "inspirational" I am. I feel like a fraud. I certainly don't feel inspirational, in fact I think I feel pretty much everything but that. Today I felt jealous. The green eyed monster planted himself firmly on my shoulder in the early hours of the morning and has...

The funeral is done. I feel like the first chapter is finished, the book will never end, but the first part is done and over with, and the rest will be easier to get through. I'm still trying to put together all of the pieces of the last fortnight, it still seems like a crazy dream, and I can't honestly work out how I got from the excitement...

I keep on trying to write this post, and it's either too short and clinical, or too long and I can't emotionally bring myself to finish it. Our very unexpected baby died in utero in the early hours of the morning on February the 19th, at spot on 36 weeks gestation. I was induced that afternoon and delivered a baby girl weighing 6lbs 13oz and...

This is me "turning my son gay" if my husband is to be believed. He doesn't approve of the lilac nappy, the dark purple one is okay, it's "like Shaft" apparently, but the lilac is just one step away from transforming Connor into Carson...

One of the main triggers of me going a little loopy is when there is too much inside my head. Brain dumps are my best friend, I need to hold my head over a sheet of paper and let everything that's inside it fall out of my ear and allow itself to become more organised somewhere other than my skull. The house is always liberally scattered with...