The past few weeks has brought alot of excitement. There's alot of changes and alot going on which means re-evaluation. I've been reviewing products, weaning from breast to bottle, starting a new job, planning a mummie march and trying to keep sane whilst being a mum, a friend a daughter, a partner and myself. All… Continue reading Whats up next?
This has been one of the most packed weeks I think I've lived in a long time.. there's been job interview, trial shifts, party planning, birthday prep, doctors appointments, march planning (I'll post more on that later) and a wonderful bout of some horrendous tonsillitis to top it all off. There's been tears, tantrums, laughs,… Continue reading What a week!
Just when I thought weeks couldn't get much longer, this week came along and proved me wrong. It has been a doozy. It has felt as though I've lived three separate weeks, I'm not just exaggerating. The week started out busy, not hellish just real busy. We had a list of things to do around… Continue reading Looong week take 2
This has been one of the longest weeks I have had to date. It seems that just as we thought the sleep regression had been and gone without too much disruption, it reared its ugly head again. Teething has also decided it would like to join in, you know just incase we weren't being tested… Continue reading Loooong week!
Why oh why did I do this to myself? As if it hadn't been a chaotic enough week sleep wise, I thought I'd just take it one step further and shake things up a bit more. Last night Scott and I had the ingenious idea to stay up and empty a bottle of rum. He'd… Continue reading The first hangover!
Some days are perfect. You get your hair done, maybe even apply a little lippy (or a full face if you're lucky) you get breakfast, lunch, a warm cup of something and manage to look some kind of presentable in clothes untouched by food, snot, sick or milk. Baby naps at all the appropriate times,… Continue reading One of THOSE days.
I sit here at night watching my baby sleep through the video monitor. I watch each little strech, each roll and listen to her sigh at her dreams. I watch this little human in her cot and cant believe she's mine. I mean me. I'm responsible for this little bundle. I'm the one who is… Continue reading When I grow up …
💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩 Part of being a mama is poop. Not that I find any particular part poop, just that's all you think about, clean up and on wonderfully rare occasions wear. You are guaranteed to Google baby poop at least 10 times in the first year just to keep yourself sane. Has she pooped enough? Too… Continue reading Oh poop!