Gone are the days where we post a takeaway coffee or a meal from the beefeater on our instagram feed with #dinner or #caffeine, simply snapping away a nice view on our commute, our breakfast/lunch/dinner, or maybe a random pigeon. Social media was casual, it was laid back, we didn't really have an aesthetic and… Continue reading Running the social media gauntlet
A letter to my disabled sons teacher…
Dear Teacher, I cannot ever thank you enough. You took my fragile, vulnerable little boy, and you placed him under your wing. You provided a safe place, you gave him love and patience. Over the last two and a bit school years you have shaped him into the wonderful young man he is today. As… Continue reading A letter to my disabled sons teacher…
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I don't know about other parents but the thought of taking all my children out together on my own sends my anxiety soaring higher than the shard. I'm not even sure if it's the physical managing of my four boys that I worry I can't do, or perhaps I just need to moral support of… Continue reading [ad] Why Inflatanation is the hidden gem of indoor attractions.
Happy Father’s Day
"Happy Father's Day Dad. Love you, Natalie xx" A message on his Facebook page last year, I never sent a card. Not last year, the year before, or maybe any year since I was small. I won't type that message this year, as you're not here anymore to see. Am I allowed to miss you,… Continue reading Happy Father’s Day
How your first born tricks you into reproducing again (and again)
The single child/precious first born/only child/deceiver of reproduction Your first born baby is a beautiful, angelic type creature, who makes you want 100 just like them. They just make your heart melt as you watch them sleep, and even if their sleep isn't that great, you still melt at the sight of them asleep even… Continue reading How your first born tricks you into reproducing again (and again)
#ACEforSchool Challenge [sponsored]
I was fortunate with my first-born, in that he hated dirt, so I entered parenting in a false bubble of 'kids aren't that dirty at all', he wore beautiful little clothes and they lasted until he grew out of them. Smug at my parenting excellence and my ability to produce well turned out children, I… Continue reading #ACEforSchool Challenge [sponsored]