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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My Mini Mumoliday.

These last few weeks have been long and tough, I’m not afraid to admit that actually I’ve really struggled…lack of sleep and an aching, heavy and ungainly body don’t really mix well. I can normally get me and the boys up and out at a reasonable hour, ready for a day out. But recently I’ve…

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Pregnancy Ponderings.

My hospital bag is packed, the baby carrier has been dug out from storage and given a good clean, and the moses basket is set up in our room. I’m now 35 weeks pregnant, and I’m done. I don’t feel at all worried that I might have forgotten something, and I’ve not even looked at…

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Little Acorns…Helping My Boys To Grow

We have been attending Little Acorns Children’s Gardening Club for just over 18 months now. It’s become quite a big part of our weekly routine. And, as again a few of you have shown an interest, I thought I’d write up a review of our experience. The sessions are booked in advance but with no…

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Dinovember: A RAWWRRsome Idea!!

This is something I came across last year, I can’t really remember how. But chances are I probably Googled or searched Pinterest for ‘dinosaur play ideas’ because believe it or not, my life REALLY is that exciting!! Little did I know, I’d stumbled across an imagination invasion that was started by husband & wife team…

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Time To Say Goodbye.

I’ve just put a visibly upset Stanley to bed, we’ve had a little chat about what is happening tomorrow and I’ve explained that things will be fine. It’s the evening of Wed 29th Aug and everything will change in the morning. You see, tomorrow is the very last day Stanley will go to his childminder.…

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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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