Becoming a new mum is one of the most wonderful and yet most challenging times of a women’s life. The excitement. The joy. The new baby smell. Actually no, scrap that. Sometimes babies don’t smell that great… Let’s be honest, I mean they essentially smell like stale cheese for a couple of weeks, at least until they start opening their stinky baby hands once in a while to air them out. #Truth (more…)
Do you ever have those days where parenting is just too hard? Or when you want to stay in bed, in your pyjama’s (or out of them… wink wink nudge n-nope who am I kidding I’m way too tired for that lol), and just brain fade away into zombie-rest-ville watching Netflix on the couch? Yes? Oh good, me too. Like, every-single-day-me-too. (more…)
Well. That’s it. I am a huge ball of emotion today as I write this. Because my sweet baby girl has now turned two, and all I can say about that is sniffle sniffle sniffle. Sob Sob Sob. (more…)
So this week I’m writing about something that I don’t normally write about with such grumpy focus. And that is my four-year-old son. Lately I have been writing quite a bit about my daughter. I have been documenting her crazy tiny antics in a monthly diary – Diary Of A Crazy Baby (click here to read all of the instalments). And that meant I had been ignoring what would actually be an epic saga titled “Why Are Four Year Olds So Crazy”. (more…)
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…)
Today I want to talk about two things. They may sound unrelated, but I promise you they totally are. I want to talk about body confidence and boys nudie runs. When I was growing up I remember how the local boys at parties used to get around, be silly, and do nudie runs. Oh what bogans, I thought, without realising at the time that I was a bit of a Queen Bogan myself. (more…)
Holy Moly I’m going on strike from motherhood for a bit. Well, that isnt exactly true. Motherhood itself is fine. I don’t have a problem with that part of it at all… It’s the running the household and picking up after people that I have an issue with right now. And it’s those things that I need a break from. Know what I mean? (more…)
Have you ever wondered what other people get up to on an ordinary day? Do they parent the same? Do they clean (or…um…ignore cleaning) the house the same? Do they roll their eyes eleventy billion times over their children ridiculous antics the same? Yes? Well, then this is the article for you. (more…)
The babe. Oh my baby. We have reached a most momentous milestone. One that I never ever ever thought we would meet. Sigh. Its the one where she thinks its cool to hate me. And me no-likey. Me no-likey one little bit-ty. Nope. (more…)
Yep, you heard it. I have one of those children that I never imagined that I would actually have. I have… shockingly… A Stage Five Clinger. (more…)
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