Parenting can be such a joy, such an honour, and it is hard to keep track of the many individual moments that make up a lifetime. Tonight I was witness to such a moment…. BB is a Daddy’s girl, all day today she has paced the floors asking when Daddy will be home; she has…
An apology to all the tired, knackered mothers
Dear tired, knackered mothers, I’m sorry. When the twins were born I fell under the category of smug mother, my children slept and they slept well. Around me the rest of you wandered around looking grey and lifeless, your arms aching from constant rocking and rucksacks forming under your eyes. God I was happy, with…
Reason #102 to NEVER do potty training….
It feels like everyone is doing it, I am fighting peer pressure to avoid it, yet I also know the reality is I need to do it. There is a reason as to why I have waited so long to join in… I simply dislike pooh, and I have rather similar feeling about wee. So whenever…
Operation Day: 12 months later…. (Hip Dysplasia survival)
Hip Dysplasia has not beaten us. Time is a curious thing. This time a year ago I was filled to the brim with anxiety, I paced the hospital corridors biting my nails waiting for my one year old daughter to return from theatre with her legs bound in spica to correct Hip Dysplasia. A whole…
Fate is an ironic bastard…
Fate is an ironic bastard at times. It took a while for us to notice the signs of twin girl’s diabetes, we put the excessive bed wetting down to the stress of moving house and we just simply failed to see the weight drop off her and her skin pale to whiteness. We failed to…
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