Hands Down Heroes

So this morning, we pretty much failed at Father’s Day. As per usual, Tiny had just about settled back down to sleep after a night feed, when Toddler burst into the room full of the light and life that neither we, nor the sky, were quite ready to see yet. No sooner was he resettled,…

Low-mance

Like it or loathe it, unless you’ve been living under a rock this week, everybody’s talking about love. And not the redemptive, sacrificial, world-changing type of love that Bishop Curry spoke about at the big event, either. Nope. I mean the hand-holding, long-looking, heart-pounding, “when will they kiss?!” kind of love. And… no surprises here……

Winging It

So last week, (now four weeks past, with the time it’s taken to write!)… was a funny old week.  On Monday, we returned from a long weekend away with the wider family. Which was lovely, except for the usual injection of comparison, criticism and all round Mummy Guilt that comes with spending an intense and exposed amount…

Final Call

Well, the results are in… Drumroll please… I’m officially ex-diabetic! Celebrating in style, After spending one last, long while In that sodding clinic! And it’s not that I didn’t love Burning the hours In front of their daytime TV; But when the BBC offered a Sheriffs repeat … Well, that was the last straw for…

Spring!

Spring has sprung! Oh yes! What fun! Put the kettle on, Make yourself a brew. Coatless, scarfeless And hatless too, The back door’s open, kids- Fill yer boots! Feeding the baby By the back door, No need to wrap her up like before. Watching the others play together- Such bliss!- Motherhood is all about moments…

Look at Me

Look at me, when you feed me, Mummy, When we’re alone in the dead of night. I know there doesn’t seem like much to see, When my face is obscured and my eyes are shut tight. . But look a little closer, Mummy; A month has already passed. Before you know it I’ll be one,…

Positioned For Recovery

“Wow… You look amazing, considering!”  Said every person I’ve come into contact with over the last three weeks. Which is lovely. But also, you know, ever so slightly misleading in the grand old scheme of things. See, I’ll say to you what I’ve said to every one of them… Two words: PAT LEAVE! Husband was…

A Tale of Three Tinies

So… We have a new Tiny! A gorgeously pink, living, breathing baby girl… Now safely at home with two very excited siblings. Tinker. Toddler. Tiny. Our new familiar bliss! My little family boxset: complete. No need to say more than this! Except… Well, except I have this blog… And night feeds in full swing; So…

Full Term

Another pregnancy post. I figured as we’ve covered the whirlwind first trimester, the cute and cosy second phase and the hardest-slog-yet third… I may as well round it off here! Because here we are at… 37 weeks! Which means that, while there’s still probably a couple more to go, I am, nevertheless, what is considered full term. Which in…

Gestational Diabetes: 6 Weeks On

So, last time I wrote on this topic, I was freshly diagnosed and finding the whole thing rather overwhelming. Yet, I began writing this new post whilst sat in the hospital waiting room, 2 days after Christmas, 5 weeks on, waiting for an appointment that initially felt a lifetime away. Time really does fly when you’re having fun, hey?! …

A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit D-(Day)

So here it is, Merry Christmas! Husband left the house at eight am on Christmas Eve for back to back services and gatherings; came home for three hours; and then left again, to be back home at 2am. He’ll sleep until the kids wake at 6 and is preaching again tomorrow morning! And you know…