In the last few weeks there have been babies babies everywhere in my world. It’s so lovely to see and hear of all the scrumptious new bubbas arriving, and to fall in love with some new little people who will be such a big part of our lives. more “First Time Parent”
Once upon a time, I was a new Mum, at home on maternity leave. Free from the ties of any particular schedule, and the landmarks of the early days centred around the time my husband left for work, and came home again. Those days seemed to last forever, and on occasion the days when the dreaded text would come in ‘stuck at work’ or ‘trains are screwed’ were pretty much the worst. more “Parenting: The ‘two hour window’ stage”
…can someone please explain that to my children?
Don’t worry, this isn’t a post about a preference for one of my two kids. That would be pretty brutal wouldn’t it? It would draw some views for the shock factor, sure, but no – it’s not me who’s displaying the signs of favouritism, it’s our girls.
more “It’s not nice to have favourites…”
When I started writing the blog back in June last year, my About Me page descried myself as a mother of a toddler and a baby.
With Dangermouse being so tiny, it’s been easy to cling on to the baby stage that extra bit longer than we did with Tigs, especially as she is maybe definitely probably our last baby.
So now, just seven months or so later, I have come to realise that I am no longer the mother of a baby and a toddler; I am the mother of a [different] toddler and a child.
more “All Change, All Change”
Do as I say, not as I do.
That pretty much sums up my parenting technique lately. Must be pretty confusing for those little minds, when you think about it. Spending all day watching us doing a lot of preaching, but not a lot of practicing.
There is just so much that we (I) expect them to do, which frankly, I wouldn’t expect myself or any sane adult to do…In fact, us parents can, at times, be big giant hypocrites to those little peeps.
more “The unreasonable demands of parenting”
Disclaimer 1: This post has nothing to do with minions
Disclaimer 2: Not likely to be a groundbreaking read, in fact if you don’t have kids, stop right here.
We moved little Baby G into her own room at 6 months, just 4 months ago. (Have you figured how old she is yet?!).
The thing is, things aren’t going so great. She goes to bed amazingly by 7 every night, and sleeps… ‘Like a baby’ until the nanosecond I get into my own bed and close my eyes. Then, she’ll wake every hour or couple of hours till the morning.
more “When to ditch the monitor?”
Thanks Becky over at cuddle fairy for inspiring me to crack on with this post that’s been burning a hole in my blog-pocket. Her post taught me yesterday I need to invest in a Tangle Tamer. Heres why…
So today’s blogging 101 homework challenged me to write a blog inspired by another blogger, which I commented on yesterday. I read many, but this one stuck in my mind, from www.laurasummer.co.uk, Laura’s lovely blog. It’s a fun meme on what kind of mum she is which she was nominated for by another blogger. I’ve seen a few of these ‘chain letter’ style blogs now and they are a great way to get your blog out there, and get introduced to new great writers.
Laura’s blog got me thinking. What kind of mum am I?
more “‘I am the mum who’…..blog inspired by Laura Summer, Blogging 101 homework!”
In an attempt to master this thing, I’ve signed up for a mini course in blogging aka Blogging101. So homework is to tell you a little about me.
Allow me to introduce myself, Mrs G. Mum of Baby-G age 8 months and Toddle-G age 3.5. Wife and social PA of Mr G for 10 years and counting.
I’m a professional going through redundancy whilst on maternity leave; A party animal in retirement; An exhausted domestic goddess wannabe; A modern day bohemian tree hugger. (Those who know me know I’m partial to a person hug too).
more “More about the muddle #Blogging101 homework”
This week saw two mini-breaks from my maternity leave bubble into work; for a family day and a job fair. I’ve now navigated through 9 KIT days and have kept number 10 in the back pocket. All getting a little bit real now that I’m counting down to the date I terminate my contract. Each time I go in I find myself not wanting to leave, almost holding onto the swivel chair and open plan office for those few last moments bantering with the gang. Don’t get me wrong, the place drove me crazy for most of the time but it’s a security blanket, I’m not sure I’m ready to say goodbye to.
more “The Job Fairy; To work or not to work. That is the question”