‘If you don’t hold Daddy’s hand you will be put in the corner Little Man’ we told our 2 and a half year old on a trip to the park. We are not strict parents, we like to take Little Man places where he has the opportunity to run free a bit. Not in a dramatic running happily through a field, picking daisies way but in my somewhat limited experience toddlers need to burn off their energy. They need to run and run and run otherwise at 9pm at night they will still be singing ‘Old MacDonald had a farm….and… View Post

Before I had Little Man I would hear peoples birth stories and couldn’t wait to feel the instant love for my baby that so many spoke about. The overwhelming feeling of love for that little person that was yours. I couldn’t wait till I saw my little man for the first time and I would feel that too. Except I didn’t. As controversial as it sounds and as heartless as it sounds, I just didn’t get it. My little boy was shown to me over the screen hiding my open tummy after my emergency caesarean. He was then shown to… View Post

Before having Little Man when I went out for a meal with G or with friends it was a very relaxed affair; I would spend an hour or two choosing an outfit for a start. I would even manage a pair of heels. My face would be made up and we would sink 3 courses of food, a couple of glasses of wine and talk! Blissful. Then I had a baby. Sorry, I shall re-word that. Then I had a toddler. One that could move around a restaurant, shout very loudly and generally not be the most well behaved dinner… View Post

Recently there have been quite a few rainy days which has put my plans of sunny picnics in the park to bed for the day. I’m not a fan of staying in the house all day so I have been forced to think of out of the house but not outdoor rainy day activities this spring. Crafts, crafts and more craft – I’m not known for my crafty ways but we have a craft box and Pinterest often provides some much needed inspiration. Cutting and sticking, stickers, playdough, the list goes on. Toddlers love getting messy so I grit my… View Post

I have just sat down to write some blog posts. It is one of my two days off work that I have a week and it is 1pm. ‘Thanks for the background’ I hear you say. 1pm is no ordinary time in my day. 1pm is nap time. A blissful hour of time for me. The time I run around the house for the first fifteen minutes tidying up scraps of lunch, folding washing and loading the dishwasher. Then I sit down, I open my laptop and I write. Little Man is two and a half and I realise I… View Post