The Conman
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
Smile, Though Your Heart Is Breaking
If I come out of the other side of this learning one thing, it’s to truly appreciate what I do have, to enjoy the moments that make me smile and keep me going each day. Like the love Dan has for the boys and myself. Connor’s refusal to ever grow up. Completed projects. And interruptions
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
Looking Lovely In Lilac
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 Kressley.
Ravioli Night
There are few certainties in life, the trip home is always faster than the trip there, the milk will always be soured on the mornings that you REALLY need a coffee, a babies cannot eat an orange meal without taking the time to smush it into their cheeks and feel the texture of the tomato … Continue reading
