This week I had the pleasure of talking to Jordanne who is an aspiring photographer and authors the blog The Life of a Glasgow Girl. Jordanne is mum to one little boy who is the light of her life. She involves him in her photography which I think is a fantastic idea and has me considering buying A her own little camera. Jordanne talks about the pressures of parenting and working from home and shares her thoughts on parenting in the digital age.
This week I had the pleasure of talking to Emma Mathews who is a freelance journalist and blogger. Emma is mum to one little boy and she shares her insight into parenting as a young mum, discussing the PPP – Perfect Pinterest Parent and following your child’s lead. Her positivity and love for her son is beautiful and I think we can all take a leaf out of Emma’s book.
Ahhh the Daddy Tag Challenge! I’ve yet to be nominated for the Mummy Tag Challenge – I’m clearly clamboring for a nomination here! – so I decided to jump on the bandwagon and nominate Papa Bear for #TheDaddyTag! A clever challenge issued by the very wonderful Frenchie Mummy. I was tempted to do as Frenchie said and make the answers up for B but he was very happy to oblige and take part. Check out his answers to the Daddy Tag Challenge. Of course I couldn’t help but add my own little tid-bit too!
I am so excited to talk to Lucy this week who is a Stay-at-Home Mum and a fantastic blogger. In fact, Lucy has given me some tips on how to organise my own blogging life. It’s not easy being a Stay-at-Home Mum as she points out, but her list of positives out weigh any negatives there might be, and I just love the list! Lucy shares her thoughts with us on family life, being a mum and managing to find that all elusive balance between finding time to work on her blog and care for her kids. Remember to check out Lucy’s blog and say hi to her on twitter!
Today, Momma Bear and Papa Bear have realised something. Something that has crept up on us as we’ve lived and loved our days. Something that really shouldn’t have been so shadowed and hidden. And yet, it feels as though change came knocking, unlocked the door and gracefully let itself in without us knowing. Today, change gave us a bruising. A slap, right across the face. Almost a wake up call. Don’t miss these days, these hours, these seconds. They will soon blur.
I’m 33 today! Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me. Until I became a mum, birthdays were the bees knees. I would count down to my birthday and always have something planned. I would do my level best to take the day off work and if I was lucky, head out somewhere for breakfast. But since becoming a mum birthdays have changed for me. They are no longer as important as they used to be. In saying that though, there are two birthdays that stand out to me. Two birthdays I hold all other birthday days against and compare them too.
I’m not talking about when you bring a newborn home and the world suddenly seems very big and very scary. Or when the weight of responsibility for a beautiful helpless human lies heavy on your shoulders. You feel so alone because you think you don’t know what you’re doing (when really you do!) I don’t mean when the excitement of the first few weeks dies down and suddenly friends and family visit less and the house is quiet and looms large with its multitude of tasks. And I’m not talking about the loneliness that comes with being somewhat isolated on maternity leave when you wish after the old norm of the daily grind which included adult conversation and hot cups of tea with colleagues.
Moving house is one of the most stressful things you can do. We moved house twice last year. Once into my parents house as a stop gap and then into our new forever country home. And yes, it was incredibly stressful between estate agents, banks, solicitors, surveyors, removal companies. The months are long and tedious and the whole process seems never ending. Children are wonderfully resilient but don’t underestimate the impact such an upheaval can have on little minds. A was incredible, bouncing into her new home as though she had always lived there. But we prepared her for the change.
Oh dear, why do I do it to myself! If you’ve been reading my blog or following me on Twitter you’ll know that I quite like order and control and after about five minutes (I’m surprised I last that long) of mess and chaos the cloths and sweeping brushes come out and I’m cleaning up as little A runs around creating more wonderful dirt for me to pick up. Cooking with A is great fun and teaches her about the concept of cooking, preparing meals and making choices. And who doesn’t love homemade pizza! I have a few tips on keeping the mess and frustration at bay.
Don’t Patronise Me. To look at me you may put me somewhere in my mid 20’s. Or younger, if you dare. Don’t treat me like a kid because you think I look young. Treat me like I deserve to be treated. Recently, I was buying a set of garden shears in Argos and was asked for ID. Yup, identification please! I was unaware that you had to be over 18 to purchase such a weapon of garden destruction. Now to set the scene, I had my two year old running around me and I was clearly quoting from the Mommy Bible “Put that back”, “Don’t touch that”, “Give that back to the lady”, and “No, wait until we get home”. At which point I gave her my car keys to play with which allowed me one second to hand over my credit card to this Argos assistant who was staring at the console, back to me, to the console and back to me again. A whole minute passes and she says: