I hold my hands up in the air and admit freely and openly, to each and everyone of you, that I sometimes don’t seem to cope very well with being a mum.
Peek-a-boo!!!!!
Daddy: Who wants to go to the funfair then? H: Me Daddy, Me, Me Me Me Daddy: Ok – what ride do you want to go on first? H: The Big Wheel Daddy! Just look how much she enjoyed it…………
Ok – so maybe it’s because I’m due on or something and feeling a little bit emotional at the moment, but I’m sat here sobbing whilst sorting through piles, upon piles of clothing. Not just any piles of clothing. No.…
Earlier in the week I heard a little voice calling me from the bedroom across the landing… Mummy, Mummy? Yes? Come and find me! As I entered her bedroom, I must admit I had to double take as I didn’t…
On this ordinary Sunday morning the sky was overcast, the air was as cold as I think its been so far this autumn and it was just a typical day to snuggle somewhere on a sofa. But no, we decided it was…
So, four years ago this week I was lying in my hospital bed, with an expression of pure joy mixed with utter fear, all at the same time. I had become a mummy to a beautiful baby girl.
Gosh – its been like forever since I added to this wonderful Linky – I guess I’ve not been feeling very on form recently – anyhow, here is my Wicked Wednesday this week. Yesterday was H’s 4th birthday. Having only…
Well….. …… ish!! Our little H has just started pre-school, which I’m sure is nothing too major on the whole grand scheme of…