These past 725 weeks of lockdown have been all of the following; weird, scary, fun, simple, challenging, lonely, warming, connecting, creative, worrying, inspiring, unfamiliar, tiring, uplifting. Quite the collection. Such a mega lifestyle change. In so many ways. And when big change happens I am usually the first to initially go HEY NO, WAIT GUYS, THAT’S NOT HOW THIS WORKS? I’M OUTTA HERE before taking…
Happy New Year! I’m currently in the midst of the countdown to normal life resuming, where I head back to work and baby back to the childminder a couple of days a week. And part of being in that zone sees me peering into the freezer – specifically the drawer where all the baby grub is stored – and doing a stock check of what…
Not the disapproving ones you might read about in books or see in films. Not simply the ones with eyes misty in love. But the room temperature checkers, the comfort toy locators, the ‘are they about to tumble’ surveyors, the ingredients stock checkers, the time keepers, the weather gaugers, the rear view mirror performers, the bath water height measurers, the rash investigators, the ‘are they…
So, maybe I’ve mentioned it before? Once or twice? Ok, possibly 1,367 times; my husband has a job that sees him travel a fair bit. Sometimes long haul, sometimes closer to home. Things get plonked in his diary, sometimes at short notice. And thank goodness, as those things have single handedly paid the bills for much longer than expected given our baby needed heart surgery…
These were the words that we heard on June 5th this year. The words that took my legs and turned them to mush. The words that made my own heart break. The words that saw me lifting my face to the sky and begging, desperately pleading, for our little girl to be ok. Fear, guilt, sadness. Boiling over. Staring at nothing, motionless. Staring at everything,…
So I haven’t used ‘weaning’ in the title of this blog because…are we now weaned? We’re off formula so is that it done? We have completed the weaning mission? Who knows. Since last writing about baby and her food exploits though, a few things have occurred: She had a birthday cake – refined sugar free, more info below She has morning and afternoon snacks Bye…
I read somewhere, some time that the birth of your child is also a bit of a rebirth as a woman. A year on from the early arrival of our girl, I am finally putting finger to keyboard to tap out the story of her welcome to the world. There’s no real reason why it’s taken this long to get this out there. I didn’t…
I’m sat here in our little Portuguese garden while John nips out for supplies (nappies, wipes and nappy sacks) because we’ve run low. The baby monitor we’ve borrowed from the resort doesn’t work well outside so I’ve propped it up at the exact threshold of the house and garden while I try and catch some morning sunshine. It’s 10.10am. We’ve been out for breakfast and…
I cannot believe it was a year ago since I packed up for maternity leave. I’d wanted a nice run into having baby and getting everything ready knowing I could like a lot of people do, bolt accrued holiday on at the end of the leave in case baby came late. At this time, John, Rupes (dog) and I were in our rental house while…
Hokay so here we are again with a further instalment of ‘making it up as I go along’, AKA weaning. Only this time, I am enjoying it more than 3 months ago. Don’t get me wrong, I still have days where I’m like ‘we’ve got NOTHING she can eat in the house, she’s going to STARVE’ and moments where I’m all ‘why oh why am…
