A few nights after hubby is home, baby decides on a 05am wake up call.
An ode to your first Birthday
The sleepless nights, the explosive poo. An ode to Vivienne's first year Earth side.
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Dearest Mama To Be
Another pregnancy announcement from a dear friend, and a text of "tell me everything you know" has inspired me to write this. I'm by no means an expert, as I'm only 2.5 years in to this parenting malarkey myself, but I thought I'd share a little bit of what I wish people had told me... Continue Reading →
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10 reasons I’m #Rockingmotherhood
Motherhood can be hard. But it doesn't have to be lonely. If you need a friend, I'm there. Often with bonus cake that the toddler and I have thrown together. I also have a handy sleeve for those snotty tears when you're having a really bad day.
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We’re going on a Witch hunt. (The day baby got a bruise)
If you're not there on time, or refuse to go or don't show up within 6 hours it's an automatic referral to Child services
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Am I Wife/Mama enough?
You only regret the choices you never made. The things you never tried, the moments you didn't say yes to. Apparently. What about the other side of the coin? The choice you did make? The "yes" that you did utter? Do you regret that? Was it the right choice? Would the grass be greener if... Continue Reading →
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Nursery/kids room inspo for when you can’t decorate
Living in military accommodation has its plus points, but also has a few downsides. There's no rule that says you can't decorate/paint, however when handing the house back it has to be all magnolia walls and immaculately cleaned (post on how to clean to March out standard will probably happen at some point) After 4... Continue Reading →
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F**k you, I’m two
Inevitably, as the child of a potty mouthed parent, he's picked up a few curse words.
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Breaking the (Dummy) Habit
Pre children, I swore dummies (paci/pacifier to some of you!) were horrible plastic things designed for lazy parents and destined to cause a lifetime of dental and speech problems. (Oh to be the naive judgey pre babies me once again! Ha. I'd slap myself!) Then I had children, and everything changed! (Because that never happens!) ... Continue Reading →
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Mama In Crisis
My Dad once told me about a button. A button, that on the front says press to test. Naturally, You press it, but as soon as you press it the little display flashes up with release to detonate. This is where I am right now. My finger firmly pressed on the button; stuck. Petrified of... Continue Reading →
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