This last week has endlessly thrown up some digital memories of this time a year ago on our phones and social media. Literally a year ago today, July 20th, we were discharged from hospital, 4 days after Elodie underwent open heart surgery. I cannot believe it’s a year. I cannot believe that one minute she was in a hospital theatre with a machine acting as…
Hi, I’m Kat, mummy to Davey just turned 4 and Cleo 23 months, trying to get through this lockdown just like every other mummy/parent out there. We’ve had some highs and some lows but I think we are struggling through (with the help of vodka) as best we can and I’m going to share some of it with you… so here goes! So, until last…
I’m so delighted to share this account of lockdown life from my lovely friend Vicki who is a mum to a 2 year old (‘E’), a wife (to ‘T’) and a secondary school teacher. Yikes. The juggle is real. —————————————— ‘Find a new hobby; learn something new’. Pah. Ok then. How about we just focus on getting through this s**t one day at a time.…
Two people have said ‘coronacoaster’ to me so far today and YES, AIN’T THAT THE TRUTH. Those who follow me on Instagram will know that I’ve been keen to share some stories from mums during lockdown. And I thought that I couldn’t really do that without my own babbling account of it first. So here I am. I’m currently sat in our summerhouse at the…
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…
