My second baby girl is here! {Part 2 – Learning to be a family of four}

Well helloooooo!!!!  I’m back!!!  As you can probably tell by the frequency of my blogs lately – life has been B-U-S-Y!  The last time I blogged I was sharing my birth story…and here we are 6 months later.  Taiya is turning 7 months on the 17th and Emilia turned 2 not long ago – times waits for nobody!

So much has happened in the last few months, I don’t even know where to begin? All I can hear in my head is my mum’s voice telling me that my blogs are always too long!  I will try and condense 6 months into as short an account as possible…but you should probably make yourself a drink first and then get comfortable!  It won’t be as dull as it sounds!

The babies on the bus go “wah wah wah” all day long…

Looking back I have to tell you that the first 3 months were pure survival for me!  It was a relentless time of juggling two very dependant little ones and not really having any time to recuperate and rest.  Those of you that are without children at the moment may find it hard to relate.  Want a taster?  No?  Oh well, here’s one anyway…this could be your life if you ever decide to have two under two’s!

Although the days have no beginning or end, let’s just start at 5am…

5am : Taiya has just unlatched for the 100th time and is already snoring away in blissful harmony with her dad making it very hard for me to fall asleep!  This child is seriously noisy, if she’s not snoring, she’s making sounds come out her rear-end, inviting with it a smell so deadly and poisonous, it’s a wonder I’m still alive to tell the tale!

Between 6-6:30am : “Mummayyyy….mummayyyyyy….MUMMAYYY!!!!!”  Emilia is awake.  She has ever so kindly decided that she would now like to be up earlier than normal so that we can spend more time together.  So thoughtful.  So precious.  I am beyond thrilled and run into her room as fast as I can, so that her melodic yelling doesn’t wake my sleeping chainsaw-mimicking baby!  Emilia greets me with a huge smile….all is forgiven.

7am : While I am in mid-nappy change, Taiya wakes up for her next feed…screaming!  Of course, this signals to Emilia that she needs to drag out her time with mummy.  Cue nappies being thrown, legs kicking and a tantrum because I failed to sing Twinkle Twinkle during the nappy change.  I am a flustered mess, while I manically heat up some milk for Emilia to drink, so I can feed and change Taiya.

7:15am : Emilia, ever the helpful one, has downed her milk in 20-seconds and is now trying to climb into my lap while I feed Taiya!  I encourage her to grab her  “fun-things-while-mummy-is-nursing-Taiya” backpack.  I have just bought myself an extra 2 minutes without physical onslaught #winning

8am : Time to sort out breakfast.  Emilia is very good at feeding herself and cracks on with her breakfast while I attempt to put Taiya down for a nap in her moses basket.  It looks promising, Taiya has her eyes closed…”MUMMAYYYYY moorreee!!!” Taiya’s eyes fly open quicker than the speed of light…thanks for that Emilia!  Plan B it is – cuddle a grumpy, tired baby, while Emilia finishes breakfast.  Cleaning Emilia’s teeth turns into a gymnastic debacle, with only one hand to spare, and a very unhelpful toddler!  Emilia gives Taiya a big cuddle….all is well with my soul.

8:30am : Taiya finally drifts off to sleep.  It’s now or NEVER!  Emilia knows the drill…no time is wasted, if we don’t get into the shower this very second we will NEVER shower again!! A tad dramatic perhaps but that’s how it feels…the pressure is immense!  Just as I step into the shower with Emilia, I remember I left the baby monitor in the lounge! Out I get, drenched and freezing, grabbing the monitor.  Back in the shower, I still check a million times that the monitor is turned on as I can’t hear anything, and just for good measure turn off the shower every couple of minutes too in case the baby monitor has suddenly decided to give up.  I blame my post-baby hormonal imbalance for this irrational behaviour.  Before I even have time to worry about my mental wellbeing, Taiya wakes up just as we get out of the shower – we get dressed in 3 seconds.

The rest of the morning is a blur and involves lots of wishing there was two of me as both girls want my 100% attention!  Anytime Emilia and I leave the room, Taiya cries as she wants to be involved in everything…and every time I cuddle Taiya, who unlike a normal newborn seems to dislike naps and just wants to be held instead, Emilia needs me to help her get down from the window frame (judge not!), or pull her out of Taiya’s swing, or prevent her from climbing into the moses basket.  Again.

At some point around lunchtime, I am reminded that I haven’t had breakfast yet when my hands are too shaky to pour more coffee into my mug. Who knew crackers were so filling?

It’s a wonder my brain hasn’t blocked out my memories of taking two little ones down 5 flights of stairs!  It required me to be able to bend back far enough so that Taiya could rest against me and wouldn’t be able to flop her head back, while also leaning sideways so that I could hold Emilia’s hand, all with a hefty nappy bag under one arm.  Let’s just say, we spent A LOT of time at home until Taiya was easier to hold in one arm!

5:45pm : Dinner time was usually the toughest, especially as Paul isn’t around due to work.  Guaranteed, Taiya would be screaming after a day of not enough naps, and Emilia would be hanging off my legs while I tried to cook.  Any time I grate carrots, Emilia dances along to the rhythm.  I decide we are eating carrot salad for dinner, just to be entertained by Emilia’s swaying!

6:30pm : After dinner I would try and bath Taiya, while Emilia watched TV.  It always ended up with Emilia, desperately trying to take her clothes off so she could join Taiya, and Taiya looking horrified as she just wanted a few minutes of peace!  Haha!  I explain to Taiya, she is a second child, she will never know peace…

7pm : Paul and I wanted to get Taiya used to a 7pm bedtime as soon as possible, so both girls go down at the same-ish time.  While I put one child down, the other would be crying.  There really  was always one child crying at the beginning!  I wonder how our neighbours coped!  It wasn’t pretty, nor quiet!

For a good few weeks, Taiya would fuss from 7pm until 10pm, and would not be put down.  She wouldn’t even be happy with a cuddle on the sofa – you HAD to walk around the room with her otherwise there would be complaining!  She knew the minute you tried to sit down or lean on the arm of the sofa…yes, aren’t these sensitive babies the best?!  Both girls were pretty sensitive babies…I always say, they will be very compassionate one day as they feel so much!  Thankfully Taiya was nowhere near Emilia’s level of crying, and once things settled down a bit a few weeks later, from 7pm, Taiya woke every 2 hours for the first 8 weeks.  The gap gradually got longer and now I only feed her at 11pm and then around 5/6am before she wakes up at 7am.   I can live with that.

Those evenings of crying, and interrupted nights were TOUGH!  But they don’t last forever! Sometimes I miss those special times, just me and Taiya awake in the middle of the night – her, so completely vulnerable and dependant on me, and me, so moved by her absolute confidence that I will be there for her whenever she needs me, no matter what time. She stole my heart in those early hours of the morning, while the rest of the world slept. 

…couldn’t put Humpty together again

Recovering from pregnancy and birth the second time round was so much harder in my experience.  The hardest, most challenging part was my energy levels, or lack of, and my joints!  I definitely got a glimpse into my future as an 80-year old!  I was so utterly shattered ALL THE TIME.  Where I would get times to rest up when it was just Emilia, this time around, there really was no rest for the first 3 months.  It was non-stop.  My joints were so achey when I woke up in the mornings I had to literally uncurl my fingers very slowly, one at a time, as they were so painful.  My back was constantly hurting, and I had to be extremely careful picking things up (including Emilia and Taiya) as it felt like something would come out of alignment otherwise!  It got worse, and peaked at around 6 months post partum, before it got better. Now, other than my back, I am feeling stronger, hooray! Apparently it’s a thing…I had never heard of it before!  Anyone else experience this?

If you’re happy and you know it….

Now for some positives – and there are SOOOOOOOO many!!!  Unlike with Emilia, this time was completely different – I truly enjoyed Taiya from the start and didn’t have that feeling of dread and hopelessness.  (I had PND with Emilia – I might tackle this issues in one of my blogs some time) I felt so overjoyed and happy, and just seeing Emilia and Taiya together, made me feel like the luckiest woman alive!  I felt like I finally managed to embrace my role as a mother, and stopped feeling like I should be doing more.  Being a mother was all I needed to be, and it made me relax so much more.  And yes, we lived in pj’s more than in normal clothes, and Emilia watched more TV than I would have liked, and we didn’t get as much fresh air as we probably should have, and the house was a complete mess, and sometimes dinner was weatabix…but so what?!  Nobody got hurt and I enjoyed those precious times, learning to become a family of four.  I truly savoured those times when we had nowhere to be, and we could just be together.  It was exhaustingly beautiful!  And it goes by so, so fast…

Twinkle, twinkle little star how I wonder who you are…

Some of you may remember, Taiya didn’t actually have a name for the first 2 weeks!  We were undecided between two names, one my choice, one Paul’s choice – and neither of us really wanted to compromise!  Two weeks later, when we were sure Emilia thought baby’s name was “sweetheart” we finally managed to decide.  Paul’s choice won!  Actually, we both really, really loved the name, but I just couldn’t get this other name out of my head.  We shall save it….juuuuuust in case, haha…but Taiya is definitely the perfect name for our second princess.  It makes for so many nick names!  I am sure she will be just thrilled about that when she’s older…oh, and explaining how to pronounce her name, even though we thought it was foolproof!

You are my sunshine, my one-out-of-two sunshines

If anyone else is thinking about having another child, or you’re expecting your second, I can confidently reassure you that you will have abundantly enough love for both your children!  There is never, ever even a worry in my mind that I don’t love one child as much as the other.  Yes, sometimes I worry that my girls don’t know just how much  I love them just because I can’t give them 100% of my attention, but I hope they know through my actions and numerous cuddle-attacks!  I did have to stop calling Emilia my favourite girl, and now she’s my favourite big girl, while Taiya is my favourite little girl!

Having one child has been the most incredible journey, and having two has made the journey even more fun and adventurous!  Watching your children love each other and care for each other makes you want to sob with happiness!!!  Even if you are not the sobbing type!

What are the girls up to these days?

Taiya is busy learning to crawl….she is getting so close, but now instead of going forwards, she is trying to go upwards and she goes into a downard dog position!  It’s hilarious!

She is a slow weaner and still refuses to swallow food!  Whether it be yoghurt, or a banana…she has even started spitting out water!  She just likes to do things her way…!

After the first 3 months, she really settled down, and now she is the most easy-going, happy baby.  She smiles at everyone and loves cuddles – she’s our very own koala!

Emilia is learning so much every day.  The most fascinating thing to watch is when she tries to put together sentences.  You can almost “see” her work it out.

Her favourite thing at the moment is shouting, “I did it” after doing something on her own, which is followed by a crazy dance around the room and a loud “hooray!!” in true Dora the Explorer fashion (her absolute favourite show).

Emilia has definitely embraced her 1/4 German side…she likes to tell me when things need tidying, “messy mummy” and she likes routine and knowing what the plan is for the day!

Whereas Taiya is taking after her laid back daddy, Emilia takes after me especially in taking her time to open up to people.  She likes to observe first, and you have to work a little bit to win her over! 😉

My mum is now screaming at me in my head – Stop!  Enough! :/  She’s probably not the only one!  Sorry! I’ll let you go after this shocker, I cannot believe I didn’t know this…did you know that “Twinkle, twinkle little star” and “ABC (The alphabet song)” share the same tune? #boom #mindblown

See you soon! Xx




My second baby girl is here! {Part 1 – The birth story}

Hey everyone!

It’s been 6-ish weeks and I am slowly coming out of the fog…boy has it been hectic, and amazing, and emotional, and amazing, and hormonal and AMAZING!  We are so in love with our latest addition and would like to officially introduce you to Taiya Elise Douglas, born on the 17th January, at 8.54pm, weighing 7lb 2oz.

Taiya's Birth AnnouncementFor all you hard-core readers, as promised and without further a-do, here’s my birth story 🙂  WARNING: If you haven’t already realised, I like to be very honest and open in my blogs.  I will spare no details in this story, so if you are easily grossed out, or you don’t like the words dilation, poo, vomit…you should skip this entry and wait for my next blog!

Right from the get go, I was dreading labour, much more than I was the first time round.  The thought of it would almost give me panic attacks!  I couldn’t talk about it, and I forced myself not to think about it.  I guess it was the fact that this time I knew what was coming, and I wasn’t naive and unaware anymore.  As far as labours go, my first was pretty good, but it was still such a traumatic experience that I was petrified of doing it again.  As the days were drawing nearer and nearer, I was getting more and more anxious.  I feared my due date, and was actually relived when I didn’t go into labour then.  My only hope was that, when it did all start, adrenaline would take over and I would be able to stay strong and manage.   And so it was.  And it turned out to be so much better than anticipated…like a hundred times better!

I was three days over-due.  It was the only snowy day of the year (so far, apparently it’s going to snow again at some point soon!), and Paul and Emilia were playing outside whilst I took a massively long nap.  All I did in those last few days was sleep whenever possible, in the hope that all the stored up sleep would give me extra energy and stamina during the birth.  That afternoon, at 3pm, I was sitting with Emilia on the couch, and she was flicking through this booklet all about labour and pain relief, etc  Emilia’s taste in reading is very advanced for her age!  Haha!  I was telling her all about how there’s a baby in mummy’s tummy and she will meet her soon, and she was pointing to a photo of a pregnant lady when all of a sudden I heard two “pops”.  I shifted slightly, and realised that it was as I’d guessed – my water had broken!  I ran to the bathroom, leaving a very shocked looking toddler in the lounge, pounding on the door and shouting for Paul to hurry up!  Paul’s face matched Emilia’s face and both of them stared at me with their mouths wide open!

Once your water breaks, it can still take hours and hours for anything to happen.  However, with Emilia things progressed fairly quickly, so I was expecting contractions to happen fairly soon this time around too.  Within an hour, they were coming regularly, around 10 minutes apart.  Paul dropped Emilia round to his parent’s so that I could get into the zone and wouldn’t have to worry about Emilia seeing me in pain.  After my last labour, I realised that the key to staying in control and staying strong was to “get into the zone” and focus on my breathing, making every effort to relax.  I dimmed the lights in our lounge, put on some music and candles, and started walking round and round.  I didn’t want the contractions to stop, and knew that by staying as active as possible things would move along more swiftly.  All my fear had gone, and I felt such calm and peace.

With each contraction I visualised the contraction peaking and then easing off again, and it helped tremendously.  I was feeling so great, I even called my sister to tell her that I was enjoying it!  It just felt great to really feel in control this time.  We decided to call the hospital at 5pm and they told us to go in at 6pm if the contractions continued.  We wanted to wait as long as possible before going in, but they advised us not to wait longer than 6pm as it was my second labour, and they are usually much quicker.  Paul went to pick up Emilia, and his mum who was going to be staying with Emilia until we were back.  My contractions were now every 3/4 minutes and getting quite strong.  Paul had run me a bath, so I got in and it really eased the tension in my back.  Then, I got one big contraction, and there was so much pressure down below I was scared this baby would be born in the bath!  I jumped out of the bath hoping it would somehow slow things down.  Paul got back not long after, and I told him we had to leave for the hospital as soon as possible.  For those of you that know Paul, he is very laid back, and “as soon as possible” to him meant enough time to have some dinner first!!!!  I was too focused to say anything to him, and carried on pacing around as Paul was savouring his dinner, and his mum was feeding Emilia hers!  To be fair, he scoffed his dinner down so fast!  I guess you have to be prepared for labour to take a long time, and Paul wasn’t going to face it hungry!  Thankfully the meal didn’t have garlic in it this time 😉  [Read my last birth story here if you missed it – My baby girl is here! {Part 1 – The birth story}]

We finally got to the hospital at 6.30pm.  Unlike with the first birth, they took us seriously, and we were given a bed in the maternity unit straight away.  I really wanted a water birth and was super thrilled when they said that it was available and they were just cleaning it.  While we waited, we put on some music, and I carried on breathing through the ever increasing-in-pain-and-length contractions.  By the time they examined me, I was only 3cm dilated.  With my first labour, however, I progressed very fast and so I wasn’t as disappointed as last time!  About half an hour after the examination my contractions started to get very painful and strong, to the point where I needed a pain killer.  Last time, I threw up as soon as i took some codeine, so this time I was prepared and rammed down two snack-size snickers before taking it!  Another half an hour later, I was asking for gas and air as the pain was almost unbearable.  The midwife told me the birthing pool was just filling up, and wanted me to wait until I got in before starting on the gas and air.  I complied, but five minutes later, I knew I couldn’t wait much longer.  I started on the gas and air and although it hadn’t taken effect, just chewing on the mouth piece during contractions seemed to help a bit!  Just as the midwife came back into the room to tell me the pool was ready, I had a massive contraction and (yes, I told you I wouldn’t hold back on the details) I am mortified to admit that I had a bit of a bowl evacuation (cringe, cringe, cringe!!!!).  The midwife was incredible.  She didn’t even bat an eyelid, and just matter-of-factly said that it was a great sign as it meant the baby was coming.  As she took off my knickers and cleaned my bum (eeeekkk!!!!), she said that she at least hoped I would have enough time to give birth in the pool!  I hadn’t realised that I was so far along already, it all happened so quickly!

We headed to the room with the birthing pool, and I almost walked out naked!  I could not have cared less!  All I wanted was to get into that pool!  Luckily, I heeded the midwives advice and was half covered in a sheet, as a huge group of people walked past me.  They were all trying to be polite and not stare, oh but stare at me they did!  I must have looked a state as I marched past them with such sheer determination and desperation!  As soon as I got into the pool I felt so much more relaxed.  My back was in excruciating pain with each contraction, but the warm water really helped.  Suddenly I started feeling a lot of pressure down below and the midwife told me to start pushing if I felt ready.  As I started pushing, I am horrified to admit that the bowl evacuation resumed (*hangs head in shame*) and there’s more…I started violently vomiting!  So not only was the poor student midwife fishing out poop with a sieve, she’s also trying to scoop out bits of snickers!!!!!!!!  The midwife made a joke about it at least smelling of chocolate (she was a saint!).  Paul kept telling me to keep my head above water, he was looking pretty disgusted, bless him, but I could not have cared less and told him so a few times!  The gas and air finally kicked in, just as the head was crowning, and within two pushes, baby was born.  During the whole process, the midwife never laid a hand on me and when Taiya was born, she simply pushed Taiya forward between my legs (I was kneeling against the side of the pool), and I got to pick her up out of the water.  The first thing I said was, “Paul take photos!!”  It was literally 30 seconds after Taiya was born…but as a photographer, I needed some photographic memories!

Taiya's Birth

Taiya's BirthThat moment, when it’s over and you get to hold your baby, is one you never forget.  The immense relief is indescribable.  I couldn’t stop telling Paul how relived I was that it was over, and I also told him that I wasn’t going to do it again!  Haha!  Taiya was born within 20 minutes of getting into the pool, and active labour was only an hour!!  It was 6 hours last time!  

At 8:54pm, we became a family of four and I got to hold my precious baby girl in my arms.  As she locked eyes with me, I knew, that all my fears about not being able to love this little one as much as I love Emilia were gone, and my love had simply multiplied.  

I got to stay in the pool for an hour holding Taiya and waiting for the placenta to come out.  Paul got to cut the chord once the blood had stopped pumping.  When the placenta didn’t seem to make an appearance I got out of the pool and shortly after it was expelled.  Thankfully I didn’t tear this time, I was overjoyed!  Recovery from a tear is no fun!  I also didn’t bleed much this time which was great.  The whole experience was so much better than last time.  Taiya’s first breastfeeding session lasted 40 minutes!  She just went on and on, everyone found it hilarious!  That girl is still a big feeder now, bless her!

By 12.30am, 6 hours after arriving at the hospital, we were discharged and left with our brand new spanking baby!  We made a vital stop at a McDonald’s drive through (the only place open for food at that time of night)!  It was so surreal, eating our meal in the car, with this tiny new baby in the back.  When we got home, I had a shower, and we got to bed around 2am, ready for Emilia to meet her baby sister a few hours later!  I couldn’t have wished for better timing.  I was so hoping to be home, so Emilia wouldn’t wake up without us there.  Their first meeting was incredibly sweet.  Emilia pointed to Taiya, shouting “baby” and then gave her a big kiss.  Taiya had brought Emilia a few presents and had written her a card, and Emilia loved opening them.  It was such a beautiful moment- the four of us cuddled up together in bed, savouring the newness and excitement together.  It’s a moment I will treasure forever.Taiya's Birth

In the next blog, I’ll write a little about what it’s been like since then – adapting to the changes, having two under 2’s, and all the craziness that comes with it!  But for now, I will head off to feed Taiya who has just woken up…and I will count my blessings.  I feel like the luckiest person in the world, having such an amazing husband, and two gorgeous children.  Hopefully those warm thoughts will ease the night feeds tonight!!

Until next time, over and out! Xx

Taiya at 4 weeks


Taiya at 5 weeks


Counting down + Maternity Photos

Hey guys!

I thought I should write one more very quick blog before our second princess arrives, and I still have to share my maternity photos with you 🙂

I am now 39+1 weeks, and really desperate and ready to pop already!  This bit always drags!  I just wish someone would tell me when it’s going to happen…I hate having to shave my legs everyday to be “labour ready” haha!  I can only blame myself…I said at the beginning that I hope she arrives as late as possible so that her birthday is as far away from Christmas as possible!  In reality, I’ve been wishing since 37 weeks she would already make an appearance.  Thankfully last week my bump finally dropped a little bit meaning that I’ve been able to breathe again and my ribs aren’t in constant pain from being kicked non-stop.  It has made such a HUGE difference.  I couldn’t even bend forward enough to get up off the sofa because there was NO SPACE, but now I am a little more mobile!  I also had three days of feeling majorly energetic!  I finally felt normal, and was able to get on with normal life, and even chase Emilia around…but that’s disappeared again and I am back to being glued to the sofa, shoving matchsticks under my eyelids because I just feel so exhausted!  Emilia has been amazing, and she even lets me have little naps here and there on the couch while she quietly does some reading or piles all her cuddly toys and blankets on top of me!

My hospital bag is finally packed, and everything is ready and in place for baby.  So, let the countdown begin…and if any of you send me a “any twinges?” or “still pregnant?” texts, be warned!  Hehe

Before I go, check out my maternity photos taken at 36 weeks, by my wonderful sister.  Enjoy!

Until the next blog – “My birth story 2”! Xx

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Photos + Poetic words

Hello!  See?  I kept my promise, and I’m back!  I thought instead of rambling on and on today, I would give you a bit of a break and just share a few of my bump photos with you 🙂  Then I got carried away, and decided we needed a poem in there too, haha!  Aren’t you in for a treat today I say!  (And in case you missed it, make sure to check out my last blog post – No two pregnancies are alike…

Without any further ado, here is my pregnancy progress so far…

This is just bloat...you'll see the real bump emerging around 20 weeks...haha!

This is just bloat…you’ll see the real bump emerging around 20 weeks…haha!

Bloat has gone down a bit!

Bloat has gone down a bit!

Getting there...

Getting there…

There we go - that's the start of the real bump!

There we go – that’s the start of the real bump!

Tried a different angle, but you can't compare the bump as well...

Tried a different angle, but you can’t compare the bump as well…

Pop! It's loud and proud!

Pop! It’s loud and proud!

Felt like you should see my face in at least one photo, so you know it's my bump hehe

Felt like you should see my face in at least one photo, so you know it’s my bump hehe

Steadily growing...

Steadily growing…

...and growing...

…and growing…

I have definitely taken more bump photos this time round, it’s so interesting to look back and realise how much it’s grown!  It’s also a bit scary because it’s going to get a whole lot bigger!  I’m already struggling with my breathing!

Now, to round off this rather random blog post…here’s a mildly humorous and hopefully very relatable (for other mum’s) poem….

Until the next time! Xx

When your day starts before the crack of dawn,

Even before the birds have started their “melodious” song,

You know you’re a mother

When breakfast is a bowl of soggy, stale cereal

And your boobs are falling out of your hastily wrapped dresssing gown, still un-caged and free

You know you’re a mother

When getting ready is so rushed you save time by throwing on yesterday’s clothes

Glaring longingly at the shower, while your toddler’s screams haul you back into reality

You know you’re a mother

When the “mummy bun” is your favourite hairstyle,

And your idea of fashion is a pair of leggings and a crumpled beige cardigan

You know you’re a mother

When your local soft play is THE place to hang out,

And you don’t know any of the mum’s names, they’re just “so and so’s mum”

You know you’re a mother

When a crazy night out, is going round a fellow mum’s house armed with chocolate and Shloer (for the breast-feeders amongst us!),

And involves talking about your kids until the late hour of 10.17pm

You know you’re a mother

When you finally get some “me time” and you choose to have a nap over a shopping trip,

And when you come to do your nails and you excitedly realise that you don’t have to take off your nail polish as it has already grown out,

You know you’re a mother

When date nights with your partner are as rare as a fun nappy change

And your idea of a romantic evening is watching TV with a few candles on,

You know you’re a mother

When the word “sleep” makes you weep and grieve beyond measure,

A distant memory, yet still so tangible, it tortures your very soul

You know you’re a mother

When all you can think of is what it must feel like not to be tired,

And you want to gently shake every teenager that complains to you about being “exhausted”

You know you’re a mother

When you look at your toddler, peacefully asleep in her cot

And you realise you are so blessed, and your heart couldn’t be more full of love and joy

You know you’re a mother

When you think nothing of all the sacrifices and all the hard times because you have gained the biggest treasure by having your little one

You know you’re a mother

Each toothy grin, and sweaty hug,

Every sweet tug at your hand

Each giggle and laugh, and sloppy kiss

Every single, “I love you mummy”

These are the things that make being a mother the most rewarding experience of all

When the day’s over, and you are the last person to sink into bed,

And you know you will probably be up again in a few hours

You know you’re a mother

And you wouldn’t change it for the world

Emilia's 1st Birthday


No two pregnancies are alike…

Hey guys!

You thought I had disappeared didn’t you?!  Did you have a little weep?  Aw, that’s so sweet…but you shouldn’t have ’cause I ain’t goin’ nowhere!  Every now and again life just gets a little bit too hectic…but I F-I-N-A-L-L-Y managed to carve out some precious time to sit undisturbed and write!!  By undisturbed, I mean the washing machine is running as I’m also trying to finish a mountain of laundry, and I’m organising a family birthday in between breaks – but Emilia is asleep and Paul isn’t around and those two are my MAIN distraction!

{CONFESSION TIME- This blog was actually written over a month ago, but I had been meaning to get Paul to read over it and spell-check it as he usually does.  However, I just cannot keep you all waiting any longer – so excuse any errors, or bits that don’t make sense to anyone but me, or boring bits!!} 

So, what have I been up to since the last time I blogged?  Well, we celebrated our gorgeous girl’s 1st birthday!  It was such a beautiful, sunny day and we had a picnic with family and a few of Emilia’s baby friends and lots of toys and cakes!  I’ll admit that I did have a little cry on the day too…it’s just so bittersweet isn’t it?  We try to hold on to all those sweet memories of when they were so little, but we’re also excited to watch them grow and wonder where life will take them?  That feeling is just so overwhelming and you can’t help but shed a tear or two.  Or in my case, a few hundred tears :S  Time never stops, it’s so fast-paced and you just want to hold onto every memory!  I think that’s something only mother’s can understand.  Paul thought I was just being “super emotional”!

Emilia is now over 13 months old – shock horror!  She took her first independent steps a few days after her 1st birthday, but it has taken a while for her to grow in confidence and realise walking is fun!  She has mastered it now, and walks around all over the place, usually carrying her giant, cuddly dog over her head!  She is turning into a very cheeky little monkey and loves to make us laugh.  Her latest stunt is sticking her finger up her nose, and giggling like crazy at our disgusted reaction! {EDIT (to bring you up to date) – She is now over 14 months, and has discovered fake crying, oh joy!  She never sits still and loves walking around the house pretending to talk on my phone!}

What else happened?  Ah, yes, we were way on holiday in Estepona, Spain for a week.  Although we did have some really fun times – Emilia loved eating the sand, drinking fruit cocktails, and splashing about in the pool – Paul and I quickly learnt, there is no such thing as a holiday with an almost one year old, and I was almost relieved to be home again!  We are definitely going to wait until she is able to entertain herself a bit more before we go abroad again….that, or take “babysitters” with us in the form of family and friends 🙂

Our last little update before we are all caught up again is – eeekkkkk, I am SOOOOOO excited to share this – we are expecting again and due in January!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  That’s how dedicated I am to making sure I have enough material for this blog :p  Paul and I are over the moon!

{EDIT – See? I told you this blog is a little behind!!  Just pretend to be surprised anyway!  Haha!}

Before you start thinking we’re nuts, and what are we thinking having kids so close in age – we have always planned that when we start having kids, we want a small age gap between them.  Things such as our children being able to play together nicely, hopefully becoming close friends, and also the fact that I am still fairly in the swing of things and won’t need a refresher course, are all some of the many pros we listed when coming to this decision.  Alright alright, I don’t blame you for still thinking we’re nuts…because I do every now and again!  It will all be worth the hard work in the end 🙂

I’m already coming up to 21 weeks – where has the time gone? – and we recently had our 20-week scan and found out we were having another little Princess!  We are so thrilled Emilia is getting a baby sister!!!  I am soooooo happy I don’t have to part with any of Emilia’s cute little clothes just yet, and they will get used again 🙂  Paul is signing up to boxing classes already so that he will able to play the part of  “scary dad” when they bring their boyfriends round, haha!  Although Emilia kisses my tummy, and points to it every time I ask her where the baby is, I don’t think she really gets it.  She has started lifting Paul’s tshirts looking for “the baby”…I hope Paul’s sudden dieting has nothing to do with this!  😉

{EDIT – I am now over 25 weeks, and my bump is ever increasing in size!  I am definitely starting to feel the toll of lifting and carrying Emilia around, and the five flights of the stairs up to our place are starting to get the better of me!!  The key is to see it as much needed exercise….it eases the experience slightly….or so I kid myself…}

So, what has it been like being pregnant again?  Completely different!!  Allow me to enlighten you…and to those of you that have been pregnant more than once, add your own experiences at the end if you want, I always welcome reader participation and learning from you guys 🙂

  Pregnancy No. 1 Pregnancy No. 2
Morning Sickness Absolutely horrendous! I remember spending days in bed not even being able to keep water down! I threw up daily, a few times a day, from about 6 weeks until about 20 weeks. Much more manageable! I hardly threw up, but felt constantly nauseous from around 6 weeks until about 20 weeks.
Food Aversions During my sickness stage, I was averse to ALL food! I couldn’t stomach anything, but managed to force down very bland food and cereal when absolutely necessary.

I had a major intolerance to the smell and taste of garlic all throughout my pregnancy – I even had to beg Paul to stop eating it, or spend the night on the couch if he had eaten some that day. It was bad!

The key to managing the nausea this time was to eat constantly! If I let myself get hungry, I would pay for it for the rest of the day.   Now that the nausea has gone, I still have to eat throughout the day (or it comes back to haunt me!), and literally have two breakfasts, about two hours apart!!!!

Although I can still sniff out the smell of garlic like a blood hound, I can thankfully manage to eat it in very small doses.  The couch has not been in use yet!

Tiredness + Exhaustion I was pretty tired at the start and end of the pregnancy, but it didn’t interfere with my lifestyle too much.

It was a bizarre concept for me to have to cancel the odd social engagement, so I could get an early night. It turned out to be a good preparation for motherhood – no more social life for a while!

The exhaustion and tiredness this time round was indescribable!!!!! One of the reasons I actually suspected that I might either be pregnant or anaemic again is because I literally could not keep my eyes open, even after 13 hours of sleep!  (You may wonder where on earth I managed to squeeze that much sleep in…well, Paul would look after Emilia in the mornings so I could rest a bit longer.  Isn’t he a sweetheart?)

If I thought I was being sensible cutting back on my social life last time, pah!  This time I was cutting out meal times and showering just to get some rest in!! It was serious!!!! Will this be good preparation for having two?  God help us!

Thankfully I have recently found that the extreme tiredness is easing now, so showering is back on you’ll be pleased to know 🙂

Bump Size I started showing properly around 20 weeks, although I was convinced my 18 week bloat was a bump! I thought I was showing around 14 weeks but it was just bloat for ages as it would disappear when I sucked in my tummy! My actual bump came through at around the same time as last time.

The only weird thing is how different my bump feels!!  Last time it was really hard, this time, it’s a lot more squishy and when I sit down it almost collapses into rolls!! Very bizarre! The bigger it gets, the firmer it’s getting though…phew!

{EDIT – My 25-week bump is finally more normal, and doesn’t change shape anymore!!}

Feeling kicks I didn’t feel any movement until about 17 weeks and I’m pretty sure Paul didn’t get to feel Emilia kick until the mid-twenty weeks. I felt movement from around 14 weeks this time, and Paul felt our baby kick at 20 weeks!

This little princess is so much more active than Emilia was, oh help! She kicks me all day long! I think she just wants to join in all our fun already 🙂

Cravings I was so disappointed not to have any cravings!  It’s the one things people genuinely want to find out, and when you tell them you haven’t got any, you feel like you have let the whole world down! Sob sob, still no cravings!  I am very, very easily influenced by what food I see around me though!  If I see someone eating something I like, I have to have it!  Paul showed me this comedy sketch during which the comedian talks about ordering an Indian take away, and all I could think of was how much I wanted popadoms!  This went on for days, until I finally bought some!  Another time, I was getting into my car, saw some McDonald’s Fries packaging on the ground, and where did I drive to first?  Yup, to get myself some McDonald chips with curry sauce!
Time spent on research + baby apps! I engaged in hours and hours of research and checking my five baby apps daily to find out what new developments Emilia was going through.

I would spend each morning and evening, lovingly stroking my bump (and applying stretch-mark cream), singing and talking to Emilia. Paul was forced to join in too! Haha!

I keep forgetting I’m pregnant – as much as that’s possible and makes sense!   I am just too busy to focus on this little nugget with Emilia keeping me distracted!

I do feel so guilty sometimes!  I know that my baby girl still knows I love her so much, and I am sure she can hear how busy her older sister is keeping me!  The circumstances are just VERY different this time round – and I often envy those first time mums!

I am also desperately trying to find time to write a song for this baby (I wrote one for Emilia, you can listen to it here) but at this rate it may end up just being a line or two….

Is it going quickly? I remember thinking I was going to be pregnant forever, especially once I hit 30 weeks. I CANNOT BELIEVE how quickly the pregnancy has flown by this time!  It’s insane!  What doesn’t help is that the countdown to Christmas has now started with X-Factor being back on TV, and we are due not long after that!  I definitely prefer it going fast, but it’s also a little nerve-wracking!
Fitness + Activity levels I was pretty active, working out until around seven months. On our “Babymoon” Paul and I went on a hike along the hilly, cliff tops of Dorset and I managed it fairly well at eight months pregnant. What fitness levels???!!!! I was working out just before I got pregnant for the sole purpose of getting back in shape before being pregnant again, but I still feel that my body is worn out from last time!

I still go on walks a lot, and have to manage our endless flights of stairs, but I am definitely struggling already!

I have to be super careful when lifting Emilia and other things, and just generally when moving because I feel like, if I carry out one wrong move, my body will go out of alignment!  (Preparation for old age?)

So, there you have it!  Are you still there?  Or have I bored you with information overload!!??  Sorry to those of you that prefer my shorter, funnier blogs – the next one will be more entertaining I promise!  But I know some of you really appreciate the more factual, informative blogs….so this one was for my keen readers!

I will try my very best not to keep you waiting so long until the next entry!  I will even sweeten the deal, and throw in some bump photos!  How’s that?  Good.  Now that we are all friends again, and you no longer need to mourn – I won’t take up any more of your time.  Thanks for reading!  You’re the best! Xx



12 ways to being a happier, less-stressed parent

I’ve been doing some thinking (which can be quite dangerous!) and I’ve realised that we can be happier, less-stressed and enjoy life more by making a few changes to the way we think and act, and becoming intentional in wanting to see a difference!

[As the last blog was so short, I thought it was time to shake it up a bit!! Originally I was going to post this in two parts, but it wasn’t “flowing” right, and it had to be posted as one! If this is too long for you, just skip the points that don’t apply! Haha! I would love to hear some of your top tips – especially as I am still so new to this mothering business! Leave a comment and share your wisdom!]

Here are a few lessons I’ve learnt so far…

1) Don’t compare yourself
Hand’s up if you’ve compared yourself to someone else since this morning? I bet, that would be the majority of us! We do it all the time! And it’s a big part of why we are unhappy! There’s a quote I love,

“Comparison is the greatest thief of joy” {Roosevelt}

and isn’t it true!?

The more we keep comparing ourselves, the more we become unhappy and get the “grass is greener” syndrome. There’s only one way to tackle this. STOP! Each time you want to start comparing…STOP! You got that? STOP!

2) Money can’t buy you happiness
There seems to be this belief that money = happiness. If you really think about it, that’s just not true. Sure money can buy you nice houses, great holidays and all the clothes in the world, but it’s your choice to be happy or not. You can choose to be happy, rich or poor!

So, whether you’re loaded or you struggle to make ends meet each month, your children’s happiness does not derive from it. Your child won’t look back on their childhood wishing they had more toys and clothes, they’ll remember the love you gave them and all the fun family memories!

Emilia’s favourite toy at the moment demonstrates this perfectly – it’s an unused, styrofoam Costa coffee cup! Yup! She is easily pleased…and so is her dad with her choice of toys! Haha. It cost us nothing, and yet she is as happy as can be! I am sure those of you with kids, will remember times when the kids would rather play with the gift wrap or packaging than the actual present! Children at such a young age have nothing to prove or don’t compare themselves to each other, they are just happy with what they have. Let’s try to nurture that quality in them for as long as possible!

What’s your choice?

3) Your family, your way!
Just like we all love different things, and have different tastes, so our parenting style is going to be different from each other’s. We need to learn to respect and support each other as parents, rather than criticise and judge each other. All we want is the best for our children. Let’s embrace our different styles and learn from each other. Be confident in your ability to raise your children! No one knows your children as well as you – no one loves them as much as you – so don’t be letting Natalie from down the road, make you feel like a rubbish parent because she parents her kids differently to yours! Your family, your way! The end.

[Disclaimer – By parenting styles, I am not condoning anything that would harm your child.]

4) Live in the moment

This is one of the best pieces of advice I have ever been given and has become my life motto. When you are too busy worrying about stuff, you are not enjoying the present – your child beaming at you with delight, the glorious sunshine, your husband holding your hand, the colours of spring – all those fleeting moments, that can bring you such happiness and warmth. Decide to be present, to live in each moment!

5) Count your blessings
I am sure you heard it all the time growing up, I certainly did, “you are so lucky to have so much, think about those kids in poor countries that have nothing.” Then my mum would whip out a pamphlet from the Red Cross and show me photos of starving kids. She would normally time this perfectly, just before we wrote our Christmas or Birthday wish lists! But it really did have an impact on me. I grew up to do lots of missionary work, living in Mexico for 2 years as part of it, and I saw just how incredibly blessed we are to be living in a developed country.

The next time you want to grumble about our free healthcare system, or complain because your favourite type of bread was out of stock….try a dose of perspective (easier said than done!). There’s a saying going round at the moment, “first world problems” for all those menial, outrageous things we get worked up about – when in comparison to real life, they don’t even deserve a mention! Seriously….

6) Figure out your work-style
Here’s where my German side is going to come out! Watch out!

I was raised by a very efficient, organised and hard-working German mother. She taught me a lot about using my time wisely, being punctual and all other good German traits 🙂 As I got older, I didn’t want to be so German anymore – I wanted to be like my husband, and other laid-back types like him! They thrive on leaving everything to the last minute, and yet they STILL get everything done in time, and they are never put out!

Well, trying to become “laid back” was like trying to squeeze into one of Emilia’s baby grows! I just wasn’t made like that! I would end up more stressed, and very annoyed at Paul – a complete disaster! It wasn’t until we had Emilia that something suddenly “clicked” and I realised that for me to be stress-free and happy I needed to figure out how I work.

So now, I am writing up weekly meal plans, and have a cleaning rota in place, and plan each day as best as I can – but I am more relaxed and feel more in control than ever before. I am as German as you can get in my day to day routine, and I am proud of it!

What’s your style? If you’re not sure, why not try different ways and see what works best! Once you have figured it out, work it!

7) Don’t be hard on yourself
Are you your own worst critic? Do you constantly feel guilty for not doing more? Do you feel guilty when you sit down and have a break here and there? STOP IT!

You have to make a decision to be kinder to yourself. No one else can do it for you.

Once you learn to be kinder to yourself, you will notice being a little kinder to your other half too – and you will reap the benefits!

This is the German part of me I HAD to UN-learn! As long as you are doing the best you can, you can’t do anymore. I am sure your kids and husband would rather have a more relaxed mummy, than an OCD-clean house!

8) Appreciate yourself
This is a toughie! If I said to you, rate yourself out of 10 on your looks, your work ethics, your personality….I wonder how many would give themselves a 7 or more. If I asked you to rate your friend on the same things, you would all probably generously give out 8s, 9s, and if bribed, 10s! Why are we so stinking stingy when it comes to appreciating ourselves and knowing our worth??

Of course it’s nice to get praise from family and friends, but I don’t think it will ever truly sink it unless you can start to believe it. Which can take time. And practice. And sometimes you will just have to start “convincing to yourself” until you believe it!

I think it’s a life long journey, this one, but one that I would like to embrace and be challenged by! I hope you will too…

9) Choose your friends wisely
Time is precious, right!? Good friendships take time to nurture and maintain – but it’s so worth it, right?!

Then there is always that one “friendship”, that person we feel obliged to see for some reason or another, that one person that can make you feel like you are doing everything wrong, and all they do is put you down and burden you with negativity! Uh, just stop putting yourself through such torture! If you absolutely have to stay in touch with those kinds of people, or because they are family (my sympathies), then at least don’t spend so much time with them. Limit how often you are in contact with them. If they’re not family, and they’re not friends, maybe it’s time to say goodbye, and go your separate ways?

Prioritise your time to be spent with people that support you and believe in you, the ones that will laugh with you and help you through the hard times.

Time is precious.

10) Plan in some “me time” regularly
Speaking of time, make sure you have some much needed and deserved “me time” every now and again! Even if it’s just 30 minutes a week! Do something you love doing, treat yourself, look after yourself.

I know as mums we are always told that this is so important, but we always ignore it!

Happy mum = Happy family = Happy mum

It’s important. Schedule it in right now!! (If you’re a planner like me!)

11) 3 positives from today
I like to do this with Paul, especially when one of us has had a bad day! List 3 things that you enjoyed about the day. Your mind is so powerful, and just focusing on a few positive things can really help turn a bad day around. It doesn’t always work, but it definitely teaches you to focus on the good stuff, to have a brighter outlook on life. As soon as Emilia can talk, she will be doing this each day before bed!

12) Prioritise and be flexible
If you are like me, and love a routine, try to ensure that you allow room for flexibility. How? Prioritise tasks that NEED to get done today, and don’t worry if other things have to be postponed for the sake of some flexibility!

Chances are, if you love routine, your spouse prefers spontaneity (opposites attract and all that!) – and a balance between the two is perfect! The next time your partner suggests taking you and the kids out to the cinema last minute, wave those chores goodbye and have a great, guilt-free time making memories with your family! Life is too short not to enjoy it!


Say what? Learning a new lingo…

Hey!!  Great to see you again!  This is going to be a short blog post for once, because…

a) my mum has been complaining that they are always too long! Haha!

b) my arms are shaking SO much I can hardly type!  I’ve just finished an intense work out, as I need to toughen up my back and get my core muscles back to keep up with an ever-growing baby, and I need to get bikini-ready for the summer (wishful thinking!), and…..and, I want to be back to complete strength before my next bump (no, I’m not pregnant…yet)!!!

c) my arrrrmmmmsssss……arghhhhhh…..

So, what’s in store for you today?  Will you need a box of tissues?  No!  I promise to try and make you laugh, or at least smile, today!  So leave those tissues be, get cosy, and feast your eyes on this.

Emilia is now 8 months.  That’s 8 months of learning in the ways of motherhood.  And boy, have I learnt some things!  Before I became a mum, I had no idea how different a mum’s life is to everyone else’s.  It’s like they speak a whole different language.  If you’ve been a mum for a long time, you probably won’t remember what it was like before having kids, but for a newbie mum like myself, I’m finding that learning how to speak this new language has been very eye-opening!  Here are a few things I’ve learnt since joining up…how many of these can all you fellow mums relate to?

Say what?

When I said that becoming a mum is like learning a new language, I actually meant that literally as well as figuratively.  I like reading up on things on these “mum” sites, where mums can chat about different things and share advice, etc and at first I had NO idea what all these abbreviations on there meant!  See if you can decipher this, for example:  “Now that my DD is 1 yo, my OH and I thought it was time to have another one.  So we DTD a few weeks ago, and I was hoping for a BFP, but instead received my AF instead.”  I could go on, but you get the point.  Translation?  “Now that my dear daughter is 1 year old, my other half and I thought it was time to have another one.  So we did the deed a few weeks ago, and I was hoping for a big fat positive, but instead received my period (Aunt Flo) instead.”  Why are all the abbreviations necessary you ask?  Well, who has time to type out “mother in law” when you have a baby to keep alive?!

Mum’s are like firefighters…

…but instead of always knowing where all the fire exits are, we always know where all the lifts are located, and where the nearest nappy changing facilities are, AT ALL times!!

Sing it like you mean it

Suddenly songs take on a whole new meaning, and one line can get you through the whole day.  You find yourself singing with such passion and zeal, that you half expect to receive a phone call from Louis Walsh, telling you, “you’ll be the next big thing”!  Taylor Swift lyrics are particularly powerful, such as “haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate” after a stranger was giving you the stink eye in the supermarket because your baby was crying her eyes out after you wouldn’t all her to hold the box of eggs!  Or was it because you forgot to brush your hair, and your face was in such a state not even make up could touch it?!

Taking it up a notch

Mums, I must ask, will my voice ever drop back down to normal or will I have an ultra-soprano baby voice forever!?  I feel like my voice has gone up a few octaves since Emilia’s birth. I’m pretty sure Becks, our rabbit, quivers and shakes every time I speak to Emilia.  Or more like, squeak to Emilia.  I’m also pretty sure Becks growled in anger, when I sang “Itsy Bitsy Spider” earlier, and our neighbour’s dog whimpered and wailed involuntarily!

Have a good day!

Prior to Emilia, “having a good day” used to mean, I was mega productive, or I went on some crazy adventure, or I did nothing all day and chilled to the max.  Now, “having a good day” means, Emilia hasn’t pooped in the bath for once (yup, she finds her baths too relaxing…I have never used so much bleach in my life!), I ate three meals a day or we managed to leave the house on time!  Can I get an amen?!

Emmental, Brie, Camembert – the cheesier, the better!

Please, please, please promise me you won’t judge me!!   Oh man, I never thought I’d share this.  Should I simply use my internal, Paul-taught filter, and not share this piece of juicy blackmail-worthy material?  Alright, alright…here goes.  Have you ever watched movies on Sky channel 327 (Movies 24).  That actually felt like a relief, no more guilt and shame, haha.  I have become a MASSIVE softie, and now love cheesy movies!  You know the movies I mean right?  The ones where the lead actor always looks vaguely like a famous actor?  And you can tell three minutes into the movie, how its all going to play out?  Yup, that’s the one!  You know you are in for a cheese fest if the tittle is something like, “Love in the Kitchen” or “My Gal Sunday”.  Oh, and the worse the acting, the happier the movie.  It’s just that if I am going to use up some of my precious time, I want to feel safe in knowing that each movie I watch will have a happy ending.  I don’t have the emotional capacity for sad endings, crazy twists and complicated plots anymore.  Someone help me!  Don’t judge, go on, I know you want to check it out!

Trying to catch some Z’s

Who remembers sleeping in till 1 or 2 in the afternoon, as a teenager, and still feeling tired?!  All I want these days is a lie in till 7, or dare I say it, 7.30!  I know some of you consider 5am a lie in, and some of you don’t even sleep at all – my deepest sympathies to you wonderfully strong and tenacious people!

The time according to Emilia is…

No need to look at the time anymore!  I now go by, mealtimes and naptimes.  If Emilia’s having her lunch, I know it’s roughly 11 o’clock.  When I hit that tired wall in the middle of the day, I know it’s 1 o’clock!  Works every time 🙂  Anyone with me?

Shop till you drop!

Not as exciting as it sounds, but I have started doing our weekly grocery shop in the evening once Emilia is in bed, and Paul is back from work.  In a weird way, it has become a bit of a treat – I get time to myself!  It’s also fantastically quiet in the shops at that time, and you are always guaranteed a parking space close to the entrance 🙂  I literally go down every aisle, even the pet aisle, and savour each minute of “freedom”!  Every now and again, I do like to take Emilia shopping too as she loves to sit in the trolley and enjoy all attention she gets from the other shoppers!  She has her charming smile down to perfection…oh help!

Because you know it’s all about the food…

Since weaning Emilia, my food horizon has expanded and surprised me!  There are a quite a lot of things I give her, that I enjoy eating myself!  For example, cheesy paprika-spiced cous cous with avocadoes, or porridge with mashed bananas and cinammon – yum!  I have loved our weaning experience, it has definitely been one of my favourite so far.  Getting to choose all her meals, making up all sorts of dishes, letting her try as many things as possible, experimenting with seasoning other than salt…it’s been so much fun!  Yes, I’m a geek!

Alright mum!  I hear you!  I had better finish up before I get in trouble!  

I would love to hear some new linguistic skills from all you other mums out there!  Leave me a comment and share some of your experiences with us!  Also, get in touch if there is anything in particular you’d like me to write about soon…I am always open to suggestions 🙂

Thanks for reading, you are wonderful! Xx