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Diary Of A Crazy Baby

Diary Of A Crazy Baby – 22 Months Old… I think.

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You know when you get to that point – when you are so close to two years old that you start forgetting what “month” you are up to? Yerrrrp, that is me right now. I keep forgetting how old my baby is. She is errrrrm… something years old. Or… um… she is … um… getting older months old. Yes. That’s it. Oooh, sorry, I honestly don’t know anymore. *throws hands confusedly into the air*. (more…)

Diary Of A Crazy Baby – 18 Months Old

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Woah Nelly. Am I getting old, or are the baby and her brother wearing me out? Probably both. Sigh. I am not even kidding, the kids are moving so fast these days that I almost need a sit down just to watch them lol. I can even feel my bones creaking inside me as I watch their youthful energy and exuberance speed past me like The Mini Flashes they are. (more…)

Diary Of A Crazy Baby – Fourteen Months Old

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What has happened to my baby? I don’t know where she has gone, but when I went to get her up a few mornings ago I found a little almost toddler type person in her place. One who was howling in rage because her brother is in her cot with her and trying to give her a kiss. A kiss? Who hates kisses? Sigh. #MummaNeedsAffection (more…)

Diary Of A Crazy Baby – 11 Months Old

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Oh. My. God. Becky. Look. At. My. Baby. She is sooooooooo big. #TellMeYouGetIt And I ain’t lying, because the babe is 11 months old now. Whaaaaaaaaaa??!!!! ELEVEN MONTHS OLD?! SHUT THE FRONT DOOR! Actually to tell the truth – at the time of writing this, she is in fact just 9 days shy of being one freaking year old. #Oops I honestly don’t know how I really feel about it…I mean, I feel so many emotions right now, that I may possibly explode and splatter weirdness all over the wall. #TooFarEllynTooFar (more…)

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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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