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About Ellyn

Hi! *waves madly*

If you hadn’t guessed already, my name is Ellyn Shepherd.

I am a secret (not so secret) dork, who has two crazy kidlets, a furball dawggy who thinks he is a human, and an incredibly tall husband who I adore to pieces, and who is made up almost entirely of his own beard… #WhattaHairyLegend

On this blog, I share the story of our live’s, and we love every single messy spewed upon, dribbled on, or pooped on second of it. Well, maybe not the pooped on parts but you know what I mean. #IAlwaysSmellLikePoopOrVomTheseDays

Every post is REAL and reflects the grey-hair inducing craziness that is parenthood, and I hope you like reading about it as much as I love talking about it… Cough, except I never actually shut up about it… Soz…

Ell x

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Instagram post 2319668174269478198_2224857444 What?! It’s normal, right? 🤦🏻‍♀️ Give me a hands up 🙋🏻‍♀️ if your kids are like this too 😂🤞🏻 #PleaseDontLetItJustBeMine #WellICantHelpItIfTheExpressTheirLoveByThrowingChairs
Instagram post 2318952143419045733_2224857444 * JOKES FOR DAYS ! * So, my son loves nothing more than to make us laugh... And you know, I bloody LOVE that about him, because boy oh boy how I really love to laugh!! #laughteristhebest And so because if that, we have taken to telling each other knock knock jokes. The worst, worst WORST kinds of knock knock jokes to be specific. Which have been told so many times over that they are no longer remotely funny. #KayMaybeTheyAreStillALittleFunny In fact, wanna hear some of his favourites (that I might add, he always gets wrong) so you can share in the joy too? Oh good. Coz here goes... Knock Knock. Whose there? Bear. Bear who? Bear bum. *insert crickets* Or, knock knock. Whose there? Orange. Orange who? Orange you glad I didn’t say banana? *cough... silence* So... yeah. That’s what my life is these days... 😂 #livingthegoodlife . Do you know any good you can share with us so we can expand our repertoire? Please dear lord, share them below so I can teach him something new tomorrow 😂
Instagram post 2317499714328491867_2224857444 * FUCK ME, THEY ARE SO BLOODY DIRTY! * Do you remember a time (pre-kids) when you imagined having kids? Your days would be filled with endless laughs, endless adventures, endless love... And I bet you that not ONCE did you imagine the fuck load of laundry you would have to do when it came to living that adventurous life, did you? Bloody hell I know I didn’t. But yesterday (when I obviously felt like living on the edge), I took the kids for a walk to the end of our street whilst we hunted random puddles to jump in. Like this bad boy right here ☝🏻 “Jump!” I commanded. “Live your best mud splattered life”. And they did. Oh the memories I just knew they would make! But the washing that came afterwards made me want to throw myself out of the actual window. Was it worth it? Meh. Will I let them do it again regardless? Probably. Because kids are so controlled these days. And I liked that, even if it was only a few minutes of muddy joy (and a lifetime of laundry for me), they could really be kids. And they could experience the giddy, silly freedom that being a kid should bring. Are you a muddy puddle jumping family? Or do you steer clear! Share below xx

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