Motherhood
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
Bunnies.
Today I made bunnies for Declan and Conman. We went to the playground with the boys. I watched the families around us, the brothers and sisters interacting with one another, I got jealous of the large families, which quickly turned to bitterness as I sat there and tried to work out what I’d done wrong … Continue reading
My Parenting Theory
I took a break today whilst I was eating lunch to wander through some of the old photos on flickr. Connor is 1 month old in the picture above, Declan is around 20 months. They’re on my mum’s bed. My Mum doesn’t like to make her bed. She will usually wake up in the morning … 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
Second Child Syndrome
A couple of days ago I backdated a photopost about Connor, I was hoping to sneak it in under the radar, but forgot about the magic of RSS, and of course the people reading my feed saw it pop up. Why am I backdating posts about my littlest babe you ask? Guilt. No. Worse than … Continue reading
Making The T-Shirt Fit The Crime
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 … Continue reading
Robyn’s Birth Story
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 … Continue reading
Best Laid Plans
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 … Continue reading
Inspiration
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 … Continue reading
