I really enjoy writing these round up posts of things that have made me happy this week but I lost track of them somewhere in November. However, now that Blogmas is here and I’ve rediscovered my blogging mojo, it’s time to bring them back. So here are ten things that have made me happy this week:
1. Darcie’s advent calendar
I’ve done Darcie a toy and book advent calendar again this year and so she gets to unwrap a little present each day in the run up to Christmas. Every morning it makes her so happy to open up the parcel and see what’s inside and I just know that she is going to be overjoyed on Christmas morning when she gets to open a lot more than one at a time! Continue reading “10 Things That Have Made Me Happy This Week 09.12.17”
A couple of months ago Darcie and I were playing in the lounge, she was bringing me books and toys and we were throwing her ball around. Then she just randomly came over to me and gave me a cuddle, for just a couple of seconds before toddling off again. That was the first time she had ever done that of her own accord, with no prompting or encouragement. She had done it because she wanted to. In that moment I thought to myself ‘this is what being a parent is all about’, ‘this is what makes it all worth it’. There are so many experiences that we all go through as parents that make us stop and think ‘wow, I really am a parent now’. These rites of passage, as I have decided to call them, come in all shapes and sizes, the good, the bad and the downright embarrassing. I thought it would be fun to list some of them on here and we can all see how many we can tick off. How many levels of parenting have you completed according to this list? Tally up your number and leave it in the comments below. Continue reading “Parenting Rites of Passage, How Many Can You Tick Off?”
I’ve never been one to let the weather dictate what I do and since becoming a stay at home mum, I’ve really made a point of not allowing the rain to keep us cooped up inside. I’ve often felt the term ‘stay at home mum’ is quite ridiculous because I don’t think many of us actually stay at home that much. The cabin fever can become only too real if you fall into the trap of staying in the house too much and I always think it’s much healthier for your body and your mind to get outside as much as possible. I have also found that now Darcie is really a toddler it has become much harder to keep her entertained at home than it is to bundle her up out the door and find something to really capture her attention. Continue reading “Making The Most of Rainy Days”
I didn’t ever quite get around to posting my Summer Bucket List Post, but one thing that I’ve had in my mind that I wanted to do with Darcie was to go strawberry picking. I don’t think I’ve ever been specifically to strawberry fields before but I’ve always thought it seemed like a lovely family outing so wanted to make sure we made it happen and maybe it will even become a family tradition. We live quite close to Pickwell Farm where you can go and pick your own strawberries among many other fruits and vegetables so it seemed like too good of an opportunity to miss. Continue reading “Strawberry Picking at Pickwell Farm”
This feels like Dan’s first Father’s Day, we hardly celebrated the day last year as we were still very much in the frazzled newborn haze. I managed to organise a card for him but I think that’s where the festivities began and ended. So this year I want to do it properly, I want him to know how much we appreciate his hard work and commitment to his role as Darcie’s Daddy. So this ones for you Dan, maybe this will be the first of my posts that you read to the end… Continue reading “On Father’s Day”
I’ve received a lot of parenting advice over the last year, from the downright ridiculous to the insanely helpful. Some things I’ll be wholeheartedly ignoring but one thing that has really stuck with me is when people have told me to pick my battles and learn to let the little things go. Continue reading “Cut Yourself Some Slack”
I currently have 46 draft posts sitting behind the scenes of this blog waiting for their turn in the spotlight. That’s 46 moments of inspiration (if you can call them that!), 46 times sitting down on my phone or computer and writing these thoughts down, and then 46 times of not finding it in within myself to hit ‘publish’.
The reasons for each post remaining a draft differ massively, some are merely waiting for me to check for typos or add photos, then there are the ones that I worry I’m at risk of offending someone or a group of people, some posts about parenting I know some people will just disagree with and some I worry I might come across like I think I am an expert at something when I’m really not. Continue reading “46 Drafts”
I love Pinterest and Instagram and probably spend way too long browsing and scrolling throughout the day. I find inspiration from both and they can be so useful for finding ideas for craft activities or recipes. I am thankful for the inspiration they give me to be a better Mum, to do more interesting things with Darcie and to feed her new and exciting recipes.
But some days I find myself staring blankly at my phone, feeling quite frankly depressed and uninspired. Continue reading “The Pressure to be a Pinterest Perfect Parent”
I don’t care about my appearance as much as I thought.
Sure it’s nice to look nice but sometimes it’s even nicer to be comfortable or to have ten minutes spent watching telly not straightening my hair.
Nobody else really cares either.
The days when I make an effort are the same as days when I don’t. Nobody heckles me in the street for not wearing make up and I have never been shunned at a baby group for my messy hair. Continue reading “Things I’ve Learned About Myself Since Becoming a Mum”
I was watching Darcie earlier, that’s nothing new, but what I was watching her doing was new. She was lying on her tummy pulling everything out of her changing bag, one thing at a time and carelessly chucking it all around the room. In that moment I saw a complete reflection of myself within her. I’m naturally such a messy person, I was always that child that people were surprised to see the floor in my room. I’ve got better with age, particularly since living with Dan who has borderline OCD, but at heart I will always be a bit chaotic and I love seeing that in Darcie. It’s a blatant reminder that she is mine, she is half of me, and I love seeing which bits of me she has been (un)fortunate enough to inherit. Continue reading “Like Mother Like Daughter”