Bedey Boy
Vanity, Thy Name Is Declan
Since he started in September, Declan has thrived at his little school, and my initial hesitation at sending him to a religious school (I am a raging heathen, Dan is a reformed Catholic) has completely dispersed after seeing just how wonderfully he’s doing there… although I still wince a little internally when he sings hymns … Continue reading
There’s A Joke Here About Helicopter Parenting, But I Lost Half My Brain Cells When I Delivered The Placenta, So Insert Your Own Witty Title Here
We are home. We are settled. Ronan is such a chilled out little dude, he boobs, he sleeps, he fills his pants a lot. Declan obviously loves him, he’s just far too cool to show it, but he’s the first to call me when his baby brother cries and won’t go to sleep without giving … Continue reading
Why I’m A Crap Mum – Reason #78
I hate family meals. For years Dan and I have fed the ferals kids, put them to bed and the sat down on the sofa and watched a show together whilst eating off our laps. Yes, it involved making two meals, but damn, it was nice to just sit and chillax after the craziness that … Continue reading
Fire, Fire!
The boys and I spent the morning at the Firefighter Championships, climbing on old fire engines, watching fire demos and idolising the firemen that were all around us. I’m not sure what it is about firemen that gets little boys so excited, but the boys loved it, Declan has been telling me all of his … Continue reading
Babies
Earlier this week as I tucked Declan into bed he looked intently at me and asked: “Mummy, are you going to have a baby?” I floundered, my brain did the mental equivalent of rolling over and playing dead whilst I racked my brain for an appropriate answer that he would understand and at the same … Continue reading
Snips And Snails…
and puppy dog tails. That’s what my little home is made of. Connor is fast on his way to two years old, and still has yet to talk or walk. He tries, he makes plenty of progress, and then stops and regresses back to where he was. Declan’s psych says not to worry about it … Continue reading
You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet
For the first couple of years of Declan’s life I was convinced that it would all get easier as time went on. This whole parenting shebang couldn’t be this hard forever, right? It didn’t. In some ways it’s almost getting harder, as he grows I have more expectations of him and I’m more aware as … Continue reading
My Kid Is “That Kid”
I’m sure you know the one. Declan was the toddler who would put a bucket on his head and spend half an hour running into walls at high speeds… just to see what would happen. I’m “that mother”. The one that let her child run into the wall repeatedly, probably bashing out any last bit … Continue reading
Good Days
When someone asks me how I’m doing I’ll normally answer something along the line of “I have good days and bad days”, even if I feel fine at that particular moment, I’m very aware that if I say I’m fine then people will start to think I’m in denial and not coping. Then if I … Continue reading
Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder
[picture from our frame painting yesterday, see the post on CraftBlog] Anyone that follows me on twitter knows that we have on going issues with Declan going to sleep, if it takes less than an hour between putting him into bed and him falling asleep then I consider it an achievement, but it can sometimes … Continue reading
