I’m a mum of boys, and wouldn’t have it any other way. Even when random strangers imply that I’m apparently missing out on a great parenting experience by only having sons, and no daughter.
So far, my boys have taught me that farts are apparently, hilarious. Often so funny, that when one of them farts, the other laughs so hard, he almost falls off his chair. Continue reading
Friday nights – the end of a work week. The chance to kick up your heels, enjoy a
bottle few glasses of wine and forget about responsibility for a bit. Unless you have kids, then it looks slightly different. Continue reading
Parenting is hard work. Any parent will tell you that. You have great days when you can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face because your heart is so full of love for these little people that call you ‘Mum’, and not so great days, when you want to hide in a cupboard with a packet of chocolate biscuits, a glass of wine and a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. Continue reading
I love reading. To be able to shut out the rest of the world for just a little bit, and lose myself in a book – that is bliss. Although now, as most parents would agree, once kids come along, there isn’t always a lot of time for you. When those moments do come along, you need to grab them and make the most of the small window of time. Continue reading
Hell hath no fury like a pissed off toddler. More specifically, like my toddler.
I’m a redhead. This means, generally speaking, like other redheads, I have a very short fuse*.
My parents have told me stories of when I was a toddler and my temper. Think of the phrase, “hell hath no fury like a pissed off toddler”. Now factor in the redhead element into the equation, and it starts to paint a pretty scary picture of some epic toddler tantrums. Now times that by five, and according to my parents, this is what my toddler is like. Continue reading
What a year it has been.
Full-on, exhausting. But also incredibly exciting.
I’ve crunched the numbers and am blown away by the results.
Since starting Life, kids and a glass of red back in March this year, it has been viewed over 9000 times. Continue reading
Our boys are like two peas in a pod to look at. The moment our youngest was born, both my husband and I commented on how much he looked like his brother – they could be twins, just born five years apart.
Looking at baby photos of both of them, I struggle to tell them apart. Continue reading