Birth Story 3: The Return of the Rush

Eli arrived at 8.29am on Sunday 21st Oct, weighing a healthy 8lb. As promised here’s my third birth story… The Start I was rudely, but not at all surprisingly woken up at 4am Sunday morning by pained cries from James, who was either clearly being mauled by a tiger or possessed by a demon. I…

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5 Things I Swore I’d Never Do…

…and then did, practically the minute I became a Mum!! 1. The stain check and sniff test No, I was going to be completely organised, have drawers full of freshly washed and pressed clothing arranged by season and size. So if one of my darlings spilled some of their organic apple juice down their top,…

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By order of the Picky Fussing Eaters

So, at age 3 Stanley adopted a Brummy accent, started wearing a flat cap and refused to eat anything new, or in fact anything that he had liked the day before. If we didn’t comply with his unreasonable requests then we were ‘taught a lesson’ with screaming, tantrums, hunger strikes and our premises even got…

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Dadding Done Right.

It’s easy to moan about our other halves right? Afterall, they generally get a lot of bad press. I could easily write post after post about what I have to cope with as a Mummy, whereas Ben seemingly floats through Fatherhood with ease, but is this actually true? Nope, of course not. We’re on this…

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Happiness is…

….my lovely little family all being sat around the dinner table, eating a beef roast dinner and homemade rhubarb and apple crumble. That is until we started (another) conversation about baby names at which point Stanley had a hilarious opinion on EVERY single suggestion, we had tummyache from laughing and somewhere along the line James…

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