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Oh My Beautiful Baby Girl. All The Things That I Wish For You.

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Oh my beautiful baby girl. When I found out I was pregnant with you, I was excited beyond measure. I imagined who you would be. What you would look like. Who you would grow into. I didn’t know if you were a boy or girl, but I assumed you would be a boy. I don’t know why. So the day we found out that you WERE a girl brought with it a mixture of both excitement and apprehension. Want to read about my pregnancy? Well, check out my Diary of A Crazy Pregnant Lady here.  Firstly, I was so excited about what lay ahead. I could picture our future together. The things we would do. The things we could share. One day you will have your own family, your own babies. And I will be there for you, not so much by your side, but to help you whenever and however you need me. Yes, I could see it all the second I knew you would be my sweet baby girl. But I was nervous. Because I knew that life may be harder for you than it would be if you were a boy. That more will be expected of ...

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…)

The Shit They Don’t Tell You About Parenthood.

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People, people, people. Sighs *shakes head*. I am SHOCKED over here, and I honestly think that my brain is starting to go numb from all of these thoughts about parenthood. Oh, wait… the numbness could just be because I don’t sleep any more due to a toddler who desperately tries to move himself into our bedroom at least 4000 times a night. Yes, but what are you shocked about? You ask. Well, let me tell you, I creepily reply, whilst sitting on the toilet with another tiny person on my lap who has their whole body essentially wrapped around mine. #NoPrivacyEver (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…)

When Kids Are Accidentally Hilarious

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There are so many things that make me laugh hysterically in this life. You know, like people falling over. Epic dog fails. And just about anything and everything to do with kids. Kids, whether they mean it or not are so innocently and so hilariously funny. They fall over a lot, get easily scared a heck of a lot, and they ask the most curious questions, COMPLETELY without a filter which gets me Every. Single. Damn. Time. (more…)

The TERRIBLE things that you should NEVER do with Troublesome Toddlers

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Well. Toddlers, hey? They say that the hardest part of parenting is at the start, when you know absolutely NOTHING and are thrown into the deep end regardless. When you are left to flounder about aimlessly with no idea how to cope with this major change in your world that has arrived LITERALLY without warning. #WellExceptForTheWarningThatThePreviousNineMonthsMayHaveGivenYou (more…)

Parenthood. And going from one child to two.

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I know that you all already know this (because I wont stop talking about it), but I am about to go from being a mother of one child to a mother of two in this glorious game of parenthood. I am so close to doing so, that I am actually due today. Like, literally TODAY. And you know what crossed my mind last night? The thought flicked in and out again, but it was there… The thought that I have absolutely no idea how I will manage as a parent of two kids. (more…)

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Instagram post 2339972204082471795_2224857444 * STOP PUNCHING ME IN THE FACE PLEASE *
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This kid. Oh my fruit looping gawd. I have a hitter on my hands. 🤦🏻‍♀️
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Yep, now that she is two and a half she has grown wildly whacky... And by “whacky”, I mean that she loves waving her arms about when she is feeling rage and punching me square in my mum-shaped face. 👊🏻
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Sigh, I shouldn’t label her. I really shouldn’t. Because it doesn’t happen all the time... But when she is feeling those huge AF feelings, those tiny fists fly and I am the one that cops it. In the actual chin. 🤭
#IGuessImHerSafePlace
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Sometimes when she is like that I just hold her until SHE calms down (channeling my inner @chrissiechaostocalm), sometimes I have to just put her down and walk away until I can calm down MYSELF, and sometimes (I’m sorry to admit), I totally howl at her with rage... Which always makes me feel such mum-guilt afterwards. 😭
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But no matter what, when we are back to feeling “normal” again afterwards, I always sit with her and hold her, reassure her of how much I love her, and I always explain why she can’t hit me and how it makes me feel when she does. 😔
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I’m not gonna lie, it can be bloody hard to take sometimes, but she is such a sweet, kind and loving human generally and these outbursts do not reflect who she is. .
Let’s just hope she is more love-y and less punchy tomorrow. .
Who has had the occasional little hitter on their hands? How do you deal with it? Please share below ❤️
Instagram post 2336201765505873665_2224857444 * HOW DARE YOU?!! *

Today The Hairy Husband was so mad at our son for being a turd-burger #AnnoyinglyTrueStory that he banned him from watching TV for the ENTIRETY of next week. 📺

Mind you, this came on the back of ANOTHER punishment last night where my son was grounded for the next week, like a 15 year old sassy pants, ALSO for being a total ratbag. 🤭 #HeIsTurningUsIntoRageMachines

My son cried. And I WANTED to cry. “What is the meaning of this?” I whispered to my husband through gritted teeth whilst our son wandered through the house, wailing about how unfair life was. “Don’t you know you are actually PUNISHING ME with this no TV business?!” I asked. 
The husband looked at me blank faced. He didn’t get it. At all. “How am I supposed to use the TV to entertain my kids when I am so tired I can barely wipe my own arse let alone theirs?!” I growled. “Now he is going to be even worse tomorrow when you’re not home, you know that right?!” 🤦🏻‍♀️ He, like the stony faced non-giver-in-er he is, didn’t care about my plight AT ALL. “It’s for his benefit” he whispered back. “So he can learn how to stop being a total shit-nose”. I rolled my eyes in response. It was all I could do.

Great, I thought. Now all of our lives are ruined for the week. Sigh.

And so the TV-less week begins. FML. Wish me luck. 🤭🧟‍♀️😭 Have you had to ban the TV from your house to try and turn your kids back into nice people again? And did it actually work? Share below xx
Instagram post 2335642469915368406_2224857444 * COZ ITS BAD BOYS FOR LIFE *

The face you make when you find out that you and your bestie are enrolled in the same primary school. ☝🏻❤️🙌🏻 #badboysforlife #WatchOutGradePrepHereTheyCome

So, we enrolled our son to his future school last week. His “home away from home” for the next 7 years. We paid the deposit. We got the free t-shirt (seriously). And I may or may not have cried a little bit. #UglyCriedInFact

It’s such a strange feeling- that it’s finally happening. That school is beginning. And that they are growing up and away from us. 
I don’t know how I feel about it actually. Excited that he is starting his new chapter. Excited that he is turning into an independent and clever little human. Sad that he will no longer need us. Sad that there will be a huge part of his life that we will not even remotely be a part of. 
And if I feel like this now, imagine what a blithering mess I’ll be when school actually starts next year... *Sigh*. But grow up he must. And let go I must. That’s what parenting is about right? Ill just hold him a little bit longer until school starts if you don’t mind. Or until he learns how to swear at me in multiple languages. Whatever comes first. 😳

How did you feel in the leadup to your little one starting school? Share below xx
Instagram post 2334909252719409355_2224857444 * PUT THAT SHIT DOWN ! *

Oh my fucking gawd. What is it about kids and picking random shit up left in creepy parks by strangers? 🤷🏻‍♀️ So, sometimes after a long day at Kinder we go to the park next door with The Boy’s favourite little Kinder friends. Lucky for me, one of his bestie’s has a PE teacher for a dad so he chases them around the park while I stand there and laugh about how I don’t have to do a single thing to help because he has the energy of 4000 people and I have the energy of a half kicked cat. #truestory💯 
Once the kids have exhausted themselves (or more accurately, PE dad has worn them the frick down) they sit down and dig.

And I’m cool with that, because I’m such a cool mum. #saysme 
I don’t care if they get dirt on their clothes. Or if it gets under their nails. I just want them to be free and explore life like all kids should. Right?

But they always find something bloody gross when they dig. Like a half eaten sandwich. Dribbly-licked cigarette butts. Vom. Or a gawd knows how old Up-And-Go drink, that one of our tiny friends may or may not have drunk even though it wasn’t theirs and it had been sitting there for heck-knows-how-long 🤢 #HupGonnaSpew🤢

It takes every inch of me not to scream “Drop that filthy thing before you get rabies!” every time, so I don’t blow my cool mum cover...
But it’s so funny. What I find gross... to those kids, it’s like finding treasure. Bloody disgusting treasure, but treasure all the same. Weirdo’s. 
And although I still hope they don’t get rabies, I love that they find excitement in the smallest things ❤️ Do your kids find excitement in gross things like mine? ❤️❤️
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