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Let’s take a moment to be present

This last week has been a bustle of birthday, which meant baking, shops, and all round busyiness. By the end of Thursday Daniel’s birthday my legs and back were actually burning. I got into bed at 11:30pm with a to do list the size of my arm for the next day. Literally closed my eyes and then the alarm went off again. The rest of it was a blur. I forgot to be emotional and sad about DJ turning 1, I was too busy to realise that his baby stage is now gone. I wasn’t present. When constantly moving for the next thing, wishing for the next planning for the future. How can you be present?

be present


On the night before your first birthday {Letter to my baby}

Tomorrow is Daniel’s first birthday. Our little baby boy is turning one. Fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days of life to be celebrated. I am emotional. Happy, excited, sad and nostalgic. So much to say so little words to say it in. And so I write, in hopes of releasing this build up and find someone else who shares this feeling somewhere. (more…)

Is your child naughty?

“No Daniel, don’t play with the wipes!” I motioned for Ian to help me. Daniel’s little fingers can do some real damage. “He is so naughty.” I continued as Daniel laughed. He is 11 months old, and as much as I think that he does things to get reactions out of us. I KNOW that he is in fact NOT naughty.

is your child naughty

Naughty is definted as badly behaved, disobedient children.


My love, hate relationship with breastfeeding

My boobs and I have a love hate relationship because of breastfeeding. Now I’m not talking about the kind of “hate that I love you”, that Rihanna and Neyo have. The kind I’m talking about is where there are literally days where I am counting the minutes till it’s over. Yep, your lows are THAT low, I wrote about it hereΒ and here. I have spent a lot of time hating on it actually. Many many minutes of sighing and wishing for it to be over. (more…)