Since becoming a Mumma, I have discovered something kinda ridiculous. Something kinda insane. And it’s that no matter what, I am always So. Damn. Tired. Yep, I am always drool-falling-out-of-my-mouth-even-when-I-am-awake levels of tired. (more…)
So, I recently went back to work after having my little baby girl. My baby girl who is actually not such a baby anymore. Yikes. I mean, I had to go back. We bought our forever home in the same year that I physically gave birth to my daughter, so by the end of my maternity leave we were in desperate need of some cash-ish to flow the heck on in. #MummaHadntStoppedBuyingClothesTheWholeTimeOops (more…)
Diary of A Crazy Baby – 13 Months Old. You know what I love? I love it when we stop counting months and can start just giving vague responses in regards to the ages of our children. Oh, um…she is… um… a toddler years old. Know what I mean? (more…)
Well, well, well. Holy moly sausage role-y, we made it, we made it, we ACTUALLY made it! Yes, our sweet sassy pants baby is finally twelve months old. TWELVE MONTHS!!!! Gaaaaah, Who would have thunk it? I SERIOUSLY can’t believe that my second little baby who was literally JUST BORN is already one. She still has next to no hair though. Lazy bloody hair… thinks it’s too good to grow. Sigh. #JokesButTheStruggleIsReal (more…)
Oh My Gawd. I love Anniversaries. I love Birthdays. I love Christmas. I love, in fact, every holiday and celebration of every kind. Something about celebrations gives me a case of hand-flapping excitement every time. Are you feeling me? I sure hope so, my fellow over-excitable human! (more…)
So, maternity leave…. It’s a glorious and magical time filled with luxurious days where working is not remotely a thing, shopping trips are potentially endless, pampering is at an all time high, and high-end coffee dates seriously ARE a thing… I mean, isn’t that right? No?! Pfffft, yeah right, I wish. (more…)
Warning: No models were harmed (or… um… even used) in the making of this post. It’s just one awkward AF mum. Standing in front of her camera. Hoping for a non-blurry shot which she may or may not (cough DEFINITELY not) have gotten. But still… Enjoy x It’s no secret, but I love shopping. I always have and I always will. It’s just… that I always want more clothes than any human needs. Like, I want ALL THE CLOTHES. All of them. #IHaveAProblemAndItsHighlyLikelyMyHusbandWillWantToDivorceMeOverIt (more…)
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…)
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…)
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…)
* B L O G T I M E ! *
So, I have decided that I am going on strike. From cleaning, I mean, which is actually impressive when you think about it because I already try to avoid cleaning as much as humanly possible.
The only issue is, is that so does everyone else in the household. Sigh. .
But I think that’s the problem.
Because cleaning the house we live in from top to bottom is such a HUGE task, that is is actually quite overwhelming to think about doing it all on my own…
But I shouldn’t really be doing it all on my own should I? Hell to the nope. .
And even though I want help, I have lately been noticing something that has made me semi uncomfortable. Something that makes me think that we have been setting the wrong example for our kids so far. .
And that thing is that my daughter has started helping me unload the dishwasher. She helps me sort out the laundry. And she helps me clean down the table (well, her table anyway). Although her older brother helps out with little things when asked, he does not do it out of love of his heart. He needs to be asked every damn time.
Whereas my daughter doesnt have to be asked at all. Its like she wants to help. She wants to make my load lighter.
And I love her for it… But at the same time I don’t like that at all. .
I want both my children to help equally.
I don’t care if they are a boy or a girl.
I want EVERY member of our family (including the dog if we can somehow train him to put out the bins lol) to do their share of taking care of the house that we ALL live in.
Because it isn’t up to one person (or one gender). Or it shouldn’t be anyway. .
To try solving this problem, we are going to utilise a chore chart in our house where chores are divided equally and fairly.
So everyone shares the load, and people all learn to look after and respect what they have.
Oh, and also so mummy doesn’t have a nervous breakdown… .
That sounds fair right? So head to the link in my bio and read my latest post about this exact issue, and then come back here and tell me - what chores do you get your little ones to do each week?
Leave a comment below and tell me all about it xx
* T O T A L A V O I D A N C E ! *
Bath time. Geeeeeeesuz. That time of day is certainly hell in a hand basket ammiright?! .
I can feel grey hairs sprouting out of my head even as I think of preparing for bath time... because it’s like preparing for a battle.
As soon as the water starts running the kids sprout horns and turn into wildlings. They run circles around the house, they squeal at the top of their lungs, they throw cushions on the floor, they toss clothes recently shed downstairs whilst shouting “DELIVERY!” at the top of their lungs. They dance. They fall down. They. Will. Not. Submit. To. The. Bath. .
When we finally catch them to toss them in the water, The Girl turns into human spaghetti going limp in the hopes that she will slide herself out of my grip. The boy starts flailing in his fathers arms yelling “ONE MORE RACE DADDY! ONE MORE! I MEAN TWO MORE! JUST TWO! NOOOO!”
When we finally manage to toss them in the bath we start the next battles. “SIT ON YOUR BUMS!”, “DON’T THROW THAT AT YOUR SISTER!”, “SIT IN YOUR BUM I SAID!”, “STOP WHACKING HIM, HE DOESN’T LIKE IT!”, and our all time favourite - “STOP BLOODY SPLASHING!”, as we are hit in the face by a tsunami of bath water. 💦
And don’t even GET ME STARTED on brushing their teeth, I swear our neighbours must think someone is being murdered in the bath every single night, when all we are trying to do is give our kids fresh clean breath and sparkling teeth. FML. .
However this stressful nightly event has led to my husband and I trying to find creatively sneaky ways of getting out of bathing the kids... .
Before I can even open my mouth the husband will yell “I’m off to the toilet!” to which he disappears for 15 minutes or at the very least until I am saturated from head to toe and ready to toss all toothbrushes out of the window. Damn it.
But that’s ok because the next night I get in first. “I’m going to fill up The Girls water bottle!” I shriek as I dash downstairs and lay on the couch for 15 minutes in semi-peace, or until I hear my husband desperately calling for help from the bath room. .
It’s a nightly ritual. And it sucks. Sigh. .
Is it the same at your house? Let me know below ❤️
* P F F T A N N O Y I N G ! *
You know what’s annoying? Freaking meal times. Sigh.
I actually have to say that I am pretty lucky in that I have two relatively good eaters, but mealtimes still SUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
The most frustrating thing is when they take a bite of their dinner and let me know how delicious it is and how I am the best “cooker” in the world. And then in the next bite they tell me that it’s yuck and they don’t like it. Sometimes it gets pushed away in a huff, and sometimes it gets spat dramatically on the floor for the dog to schnaffle up. 🤢🤢
And both of those options fill me with rage. 🤬
Farrrrrrrrrk. Yes, Raaaaage. 🙅🏻♀️
Why is it so hard to enjoy a delicious meal, a meal that I just spent ages cooking because everyone wants to cuddle me instead of letting me cook freely like the culinary genius that I am (not). #IHonestlyLoveItJustNotWhenSomethingIsBurningOnTheStoveTopLol
When they tell me they hate the food I’ve cooked, I take the food away. But once I take it away they both immediately howl and ask for their food back. FML. You LITERALLY just told me you hated it. I’m-a confused. 🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️
Kids. Sigh. They never ever know what they want. Its so annoying and happens every single time. They are giving me emotional whiplash. .
I can’t wait to get through this stage and for people to eat what I cook without spitting it out like it’s poo on a plate. .
So tell me, when does this happen? How many years do I have till people eat my food without complaining that it’s yuck (when it’s not, it’s bloody yum)? Leave a comment below and tell me all about it ❤️❤️
Rad 📸 of my kids actually eating without complaining by @jessworrallphotography
* B L O G T I M E ! *
Yes, the babe is 20 months old now. Can you believe it? I know I sure can’t.
Well, that is I can’t believe it until she does something all grown up and crazy, like sing me the alphabet song, or ask me to sit on the toilet.
WTAF babe, who even are you, you teenage acting tiny person! .
I love it though, like with my son, I love being able to hold conversations and know what she needs.
I love that she can tell me exactly how she feels (well mostly), and I love that she can express herself relatively freely.
Except for when she is telling me that I am yuck and that I should go away. That bit, I could do without. .
I love her at this age. I think that this is one of my favourites. .
And although I know what lies ahead (can you say #EpicTantrums) I look forward to seeing who she grows into as she gets older.
My little sunbeam. My little piece of heaven in a heartbeat. My tiniest love. .
So head to the link in my bio and check out the latest post about the last month of my little ones life, and then come back here and tell me -
Do you have a little tiny demanding person in your life right now? How old are they and what are they up to?
Leave a comment below and tell me all about them xxx
BTW, rad 📸 by baby whisperer @jessworrallphotography
Tap pics for clothing deets ❤️
* R U O K ? *
I wasn’t going to talk about this today. In fact I don’t know if I was EVER going to talk about this. But in the spirit of @ruokday I think that I should, just a little bit anyway. I think that maybe, someone might need to hear it... Or at least hear my thankyou... ❤️
But the last two years have been the hardest of my life. Of my husbands life. My families life. .
My nephew passed away two years ago in November, and ever since he left us I have NOT been ok. I haven’t.
I have struggled to cope with his passing. And I struggle (more times than I wish to admit) when I look at my daughter - who was born a mere 3 weeks after he passed.
They would have been 6 weeks apart had he still been here. They would have shared everything growing up and would have been experiencing all of the same things at the same times.
And now every milestone she hits, every laugh that she laughs, every day I have with her with me brings about just as much guilt as it does joy.
I am so bloody lucky. She is here. She is happy. She is healthy. I can see her beautiful face. I can hold her in my arms all day every day. I can love her hard, and she knows it.... But he should be here too...
It’s the hardest thing to live with, and I am working hard on doing just that every day. To accept what I cannot change and to truly appreciate what I have WITHOUT the guilt if I can.
But thankfully I have my beautiful family around me, as well as my incredible friends - who no matter how much I tried to isolate myself (especially) at the beginning or wallow in my own HUGE feelings, they are always there for me.
They always check on me to make sure I’m ok. They always listen when I talk, when I cry, when I just need to try to work out what the hell happened and how we even got here.
They have gotten me through every step of this horrible journey and this horrible recovery and I will forever be grateful.
So please never underestimate the power of ur question - r u ok. Please never underestimate the power of your presence, your support, and the way you listen. Because you could be helping in more ways than you know.
So I hope U r ok. I will be, thanks to u xx
* F E R A L 4 Y E A R O L D ! *
Nobody told me there’d be days like theeeeese! *Sing it Sister! 🙌🏻* ...
Actually EVERYONE told us there would be days like these but we never listened when they told us, because we knew OUR kids would NEVER be like that (pffft yeah right mumma). 🤦🏻♀️
But lemme tell you, four year olds really are built to drive a mumma WILD! Sometimes they can be so feral that they lapse into grunting nonsensically, squealing, snorting and farting.
And then sometimes they come out with such cuteness, such love, such hilarious sassy talk that the feral part of them seems to disappear...
Well almost. Before the feral part comes on out again. Which it does, e’rrry damn time... because, well... four year olds are farked🤯😂
Swipe through to see my feral four year old in action - being both feral and sweet ❤️❤️
Do you have a little feral four year old in your life? Tell me all about them in the comments below ❤️❤️
Thanks to the gorgeous @seriously_milestones for letting us have a play with her oh so hilarious toddler milestone cards. Zee cards are funny. Check ‘em out ❤️