Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
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…
He barely slept last night, his excitement was all consuming, morning seemed to take forever to arrive but when it did he bounded out of bed with all the energy of a Duracell bunny and was dressed, teeth brushed and hair combed by 7.22am. Today was my son’s day. After almost two years of being…
Bathtime…. Described by all the baby books as a calm, loving time to wind down before bed. The images show mother and child joyfully squeezing a yellow ducky together and giggling in unison, if you stare hard enough at the pictures your ears could probably pick up strains of Enya in the background. It looks splendid. It…
For over a week now my stomach has been gripped with anxiety and fear has been a constant companion. As someone who isn’t known particularly to fret it is a curious sensation to be on a knifes edge all day long, tottering near the prepice, unsure as to when and if the house of cards…
The twins have their next cross country meet on saturday. We have started prepping already, porridge for breakfast and pasta for tea and lots of fruity goodness in between to ensure we have optimum carb and cal ratio to power those little legs. Nothing better that legging it round a freezing cold field on a…