The morning after Finley was born (via emergency C-Section around 11.30pm the previous night), my husband went home for a shower. He was gone, I would say for no longer than three hours but during that time I had several
For the last three years I have been a victim of my handbag. My Mummy bag to be exact. I have carted around bottles and sippy cups and plastic pots filled with weird flavoured rice cakes. I have repeatedly lost my
The next post in the Girl Gang series is written by Jasmine who blogs over at Fizzy Jazzle . Mum to one and engaged to be married, Jasmine started her blog in March and has already written some pretty entertaining posts! She
Last week the post I’d written last year, Don’t Fear the C-Section re-surfaced itself on Twitter courtesy of Kirstie Allsopp. She’d come across it via a hashtag I assume, read my piece and deemed it worth a re-tweet to her 399k followers. How
Towards the end of last year I got pretty bogged down with all the things I had to do, the things I did do and things that were never going to get done. My mind became increasingly cluttered and stressed
This is an article I’ve had half drafted for a while, but I could never quite finish it off. I was worried it would come across as a woe is me post, my life is so hard post, I’m so exhausted post.
1. You Don’t Need All That Cotton Wool You’ve bought shit loads of cotton wool, in like 5 different varieties – you are completely ridiculous. From Day Two you will be using baby wipes because cotton wool is a giant pain in
If I have a question about parenting I Google it. Before I talk to anyone else about it I turn to the Google Gods. If my toddler says NO to everything, I Google it. If my toddler will only eat cheese for