Well it’s been a while since I wrote about willies and poo; so just thought I’d provide a bit of a toilet if update. My willy wangling terror child it totally and utterly nappy free day and night, has been for months and months now. Toilet humour is the number 1 source of entertainment. A… Continue reading Post graduate toilet training – expert level
It’s not something I’ve noticed before. I guess I wouldn’t really. How is my mental health affecting my child? I’m much more of a bury my head in the sand type of person. But something clicked the other day. I noticed that my 2 year old terror child constantly asks people “are you happy today?”.… Continue reading Mummy Guilt…growing up with a depressed parent.
Firstly let me just say I’m not a fan of a ‘how to…’ blog post. So, if you are as crazy as me and have decided to get married in 2 months time you aren’t going to find a step by step guide here! You see, my wedding hasn’t progressed off my Pinterest board. Does… Continue reading What happens when you have 2 months to plan a wedding 🙈
What’s unusual about three young ladies going abroad for a mini break? Nothing right? That’s what small groups of friends do, leave the country and have fun? Right? Well, two friends and myself decided to book a little get away before Christmas. We deserved a treat. After all the three of us have had absolutely… Continue reading When anxiety and depression (x3) went on holiday.
Now I think Grandparents are a super valuable member of the family, but sometimes I think they are aging my toddler by about 90 years! I think my monster is definitely showing signs of the Grandparents effect. The terror is lucky enough to spend a whole day every week running riot in Grandma and Grandads… Continue reading The grandparents effect
I still describe my little monster as a toddler and this feels hugely wrong; he doesn’t toddle! He is fully capable of normal upright non falling over walking right now. He’s a proper pigmy version of a teenage boy, answers me back, willy obsessed, has a ‘girlfriend’, would rather be out on his scooter than… Continue reading When do they exit the toddler stage?
I’d like to own up to a bit of a situation I have going on here. I have Mummy Envy. It takes me a few hours after nursery drop off to stop thinking “oh I wish I was her!”. Normally triggered by the mummy with the full face of make up and swanky car, obviously… Continue reading Mummy Envy…Nursery