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…)
Well, that’s it. It’s happened. The baby has changed. I can’t really piece together HOW it happened but it did. Sigh, my wee babe has grown the frick up. I love it. I hate it. I miss her. And yet I’m excited all at the same time. Am I hormonal? I don’t know. (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…)
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…)
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…)
Becoming a mother for the first time can really change you… (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…)
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