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…)
Recently we decided that we needed a holiday with our kids. Or, more accurately, The Hairy Husband decided that he must go and watch the football somewhere rather far away (cough, Sydney), and that as his people, we MUST go with him. (more…)
Ok, ok, ok. I am a bit behind, I know… especially since the babe is actually now 18 months and… um… 12 days, but I have to admit that life totally got in the way this last month. I will however, do my best to remember what she accomplished in the last crazy month of my babes life… So, here goes. (more…)
Sometimes it’s hard being a Mum. Sometimes it’s really very bloody hard. I mean please don’t get me wrong because I love being a Mum. I love this job, it’s the greatest job in the world and most of the time it can be incredibly fulfilling. But sometimes it is as rough as nails. SOMETIMES you spend each day longing to toss the kids in bed for the night. And SOMETIMES you want to throw something out of the window in a fit of rage. Might be yourself. Might be the kids. Might be the dog who just got under your feet so bad that they knocked you onto the floor and then ate all of the pancakes you just made even though you have a freaking cold and you DESPERATELY wanted to be in bed but you made them anyway coz you know it would make your kids smile. #ATotalLegendForAtLeastThirtyWholeSecondsLol #BloodyDog (more…)
WHO IS THIS TINY LITTLE SASSY PANTS SHOUTING AT ME FOR SNACKS, AND WHERE HAS MY BABY GONE??!! I mean she LOOKS like my baby, smells like my baby, eats me out of house and home like my baby, and certainly still has the hair of my baby (grow dammit, grow!!), but… but… but she is all grown up now. Well, sort of. (more…)
Sigh. The hardest thing about being a mumma, is about experiencing all of that gosh dang mumma guilt. Yep, that all encompassing and irritating as hell mumma guilt. *Shakes fist at the Mumma Gods in the sky*. (more…)
So, Facebook keeps taunting me lately. It keeps showing me all of the images of my sweet little girl from a year ago, when she was still relatively fresh out of the “oven”. Those pics make both my heart and my ovaries explode. Stop it Facebook, Stop it. The longing for my sweetly fresh baby is KILLING ME! (more…)
Right people… Hands up who has a toddler!! *Throws both hands up into the air and shakes them about wildly* And hands up who sometimes thinks that toddlers were ONLY put on this earth to test the absolute frick out of you?!! *Throws hands up in the air SO HARD this time that I fear my arms may disconnect themselves from my actual body* Well, let me tell you a story or two. About the times when the toddler tried to absolutely break me. (more…)
You know what is weird about parenthood? Ok, so once you have kids many, many, MANY things are weird, like what you find under your fingernails in the dead of night. Or whether you should scrub your tongue hysterically … or just swallow … after a baby milk spews in your mouth. #EwNoThanks But those aren’t the weird things that I am talking about. (more…)
* O B L I G A T O R Y S M O O C H S H O T * . This guy. The one with the hairy bushy beard. . Sigh, sometimes we are too busy “werking” and wrangling two very tiny and rather titchy kids to really hang out with each other. . And when we actually do get time to hang, our time together usually consists of Netflix binging in an exhausted stupor on the couch where we might occasionally touch a hand accidentally as he passes me the popcorn. #HowsThatForAction . And smooches? Ain’t nobody got time for dat! 😂 Ain’t no body got time for much of anything other than running our eyeballs over our favourite shows for an hour or so before bed.... . In many ways he and I are very different, but at our fundamental core we are the same. . We love hard (tho I show it waaaaay more because I am COMPLETELY fuelled by emotion), and we occasionally both drool on the couch as we fall asleep side by side. . That’s romance. That’s Amore. Lol. . What’s the thing you and your partner like to do the most together (keep it clean people! 🤪) Leave a comment below - I would love to hear all about it! ❤️❤️❤️ . Ps stunning pic by the Netflix lover (just guessin’) @jessworrallphotography
* B L O G T I M E ! * . Gaaaah, four year olds. The whackiest, wildest, most nonsensical creatures in all of the land. 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️ . You can’t reason with them, you can’t negotiate. Because we don’t negotiate with these tiny terrorists do we? 😂😂 Not the kind that holds your sanity hostage for no reason other than its Tuesday and they want eggs except they don’t want eggs but they do but they don’t but they do but they don’t, anyway. Sigh. And they do it so bloody often. #FourYearOldsAreInsane 😳 . Lucky for him, it turns out that I am as obsessed with this little legend as I am frustrated with him at times. He is a beautiful soul. One whose mood swings can give me whiplash of course, and one whose sanity I also have to question when he cries just because it’s 6 o’clock. Sigh. . But he loves hard. He loves well. And he may be a little crazy at this age, but he is OUR crazy little four year old... . So, head to the link in my bio and read all about why 4 year olds are so crazy, and then come back here and tell me - what crazy things is your little one up to these day’s? . The boy wears @frankie_and_roy . Image by @nataliedaviesphotography
* S C O F F Y M C S C O F F F A C E * . So, when our son was young, I thought we were lucky. He played so nicely. . He wasn’t a wild child who got into scraps and scrapes, or came home with holes through his clothes. No sir, not my boy. 🙅🏻♀️ . *Insert extreme eye-rolls and scoffing here* 🙄 . And then he got older and he... he... changed. These days he body slams his friends just to say hello. He falls down more times than he stands up. And I bloody swear to gawd that he actually bathes in dirt sometimes. 🤷🏻♀️ . And then holes started appearing in all of his clothes. In the seat of his pants and his knees mostly. Sigh. I mean, how does someone’s butt make an actual hole? Honestly. . But thankfully we discovered @frankie_and_roy . Boy oh boy, this awesome brands clothing has actually stood up to the vigorous testing performed by my boy as he swan dived off the cubby house, copped a knee to the face and rolled around our entire backyard just for fun. . And now I’m off to buy some more new pants, not because they are worn out, but because he bloody outgrew them didn’t he... sigh. . Do you find your little ones go through their clothes quicker than you can say “holy hell pass me the credit card” too? . What are your favourite go to brands? Tag them in the comments below and share the ❤️ . Ps gorgeous pic of my boy trying his best to rip his clothes apart by @nataliedaviesphotography
* S P E N D U P G U R R L✌🏻* . Ermagawd. I remember the good ol’ days when I used to be able to just pick up and head to the shops without a care in the world. “Ooooh tra-la-la, time to get some clothey-clothes” I’d say as I frolicked on my merry way to the Christmas stuffed shops. 🎄🎄🎄 . I’d flit into the shops, try on everything in existence, buy all the gifts I need to and then flit our again laden with bags, and mayyyybe just a wee touch of buyers remorse #CluelessSaidItSoItsTotallything 😂 . But does that happen since becoming a mumma? Hells no girlfriend! If I try to drag my tired Christmas loving body to the shops these days, instead of being laden with bags of soft and sweet new things of the giftiest kind, I am instead laden with 2 flailing, sometimes smelly, most definitely dribble-covered and foul tempered tiny people. I spend 3 whole mins in the shops and leave with nothing more than a stress-sweat moustache and a full set of my own tears. 😳 . But not this year, friends. Because this Christmas I am throwing myself into online shopping, to avoid the madness and the red faced angry tears... Its been such a saver 🙌🏻 . And one of the gorgeous shops I have discovered on this sweat free shopping journey is @casualstep ❤️ Here I am 👆🏻wearing their “Girls Are Great” cotton tee which is so super comfy, and the Bowery Bag in Tan which is small yet MIGHTY in how much it can actually hold. ❤️ . So, if you are looking for a Christmas gift for yourself or... no, wait... just yourself... then head to @casualstep and check out their gorgeous range of goodies! And make sure you use the code “Ellynloves” until December 31st to get 15% off your purchases! ❤️ . So tell me, are you an online shopping kinda gal, or do you love the madness of the shops? Tell me below! 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻
* T H I S B A B E ! * . By the end of every day, I’m poached. I’m done. I’m wrecked. I spend a good part of my night running my tired sleepy eyes... . Which means that my mascara has been swiped down my face until it almost touches my chin. #TooLazyToCleanMyFaceUp . So, when I was putting this girl babe to bed tonight she studied my face frowning. “What is dat mummy?” She asked, pointing at my cheek. . “It’s mummas makeup, my love”. I replied. . Meanwhile she turns my head from side to side comparing my cheeks. . “Dat one nice mumma” she said pointing to my clean cheek. “But dat one so dirty” she said pointing to the other. “Yuck, go clean it” she demanded. . Bossy boots. I didn’t realise they would be made so bossy so young. Sigh. #WhatTheHeckDoesThisMeanForWhenSheIsBiggerLol . Who else has a little bossy boots on their hands? Tell me the bossiest thing that they have said to you in the comments below ❤️❤️❤️❤️ .
* D A B O Y S * . These two are as thick as thieves. . Where the bushy bearded one goes, the much smaller sassy one follows. . To the point that the bushy bearded one sometimes needs to run away and hide, because the smaller sassy one follows him around relentlessly shouting “Daddy Look At Me! Daddy Look What I Can Do!” at which point he trips over, rolls around for a bit before standing up with a flourish thinking he has just performed the most intense gymnastic feats. Alas, he did not. 😳 . But at the end of the day, they are total besties. They cuddle a lot, they play a lot, and the way the Hairy Husband smiles when the boy gets over excited about the sportiest of sporty things is bloody priceless. . I hope they always have the same friendship and love that they do now. ❤️❤️ . Who else’s tiny person is completely in love with their bigger person? Leave a comment below and tell me all about them ❤️❤️❤️❤️ . Ps rad 📸 by the full of love @jessworrallphotography . The boys jumper by @threadsforboys_ The boys pants by @kippkids