The first thing I realised was that you don't need a whole load of fancy equipment to capture good shots - a DSLR is good, but the tips below apply equally well to shooting with a compact digital camera or even a phone with a good camera.
The way I am looking at our situation is that when my son goes to school, it will be easier for me to follow a career path and by then I will hopefully have figured out what route I want to go down - something I was completely lost about the year after I graduated.
On good days being a mother it's full of smiles and laughter and cuddles, on bad days it's full of tears and tantrums from both the small people and me. On normal days it's busy, loud and always unpredictable.
When your child starts school and they decide to tell their class mate they have a tummy mummy, how well educated on adoption will those class mates be? Or the other parents If we can't talk about adoption?
I know I'm a grumpy old sod and that there are many, many things that really get on my nerves or bug me in ways you cannot comprehend but one that is really up there is teachers, who we must remember are huge influences on our young children's minds, that have a poor grasp of grammar, bad enunciation and a poor grasp of the English language.
'Date Night' is a completely different prospect once you have children. And don't worry - this post isn't going to be some cringey attempt at advising you on a happy marriage once small people rule your life. As we all already know... a happy marriage is what you had before your uterus squeezed out a HUMAN-BEING. TWICE.
Tears started to fall down my cheeks as she removed the scanning instrument and told me that she could not detect a heartbeat, and the fetus was measuring at only six weeks. I felt dizzy. Sick. Scared. Vulnerable.
I have decided to make a list of the parenting laws of sod. If I was very clever I would do it to the tune of Ironic. But I am now in my third week of chicken pox. So? I will just tiredly list them, moaning to myself as I go...
Child neglect has been staring us in the face for too long. Headlines relate the tragic stories of children who grow up shockingly deprived and, in extreme cases, die because of neglect. These children not only lack basic essentials like nutritious food and adequate clothing, they also lack the love, support and warmth that every youngster needs to thrive.
We want our foster children to grow up to become doctors or teachers, engineers or scientists, to have the same opportunities and aspirations as our own daughters, and how wonderful that would be.
If you co-sleep when you do not want to co-sleep, but your baby makes you co-sleep, then your night may go a little something like this. Although for your sake, I hope that it does not.
Having held the title "Mummy" for just over two and a half years I have been around the block with the baby groups and coffee mornings. Probably even more so given the fact I emigrated when the Toddler was six months old and all the work I had put into meeting Mum friends had to be re-done.
This is a good message that we all try to teach our children, and we try to reinforce it as we bring them up: from the beginning we teach the difference between right and wrong with praise and reprimand, reward and punishment. But what happens when they grow up and see that others around them sometimes do the wrong thing and get away with it?
To face exactly the same feelings when I found out the gender of my second child was devastating and shameful. The depression that ensued was deeper and I received very little help dealing with these emotions.
My husband and I decided since having our third baby that the spare bedroom was simply worth its weight in gold; which basically meant our two other daughters were going to need to bunk up...
No one said that dating is easy, and especially the contemporary dating, where rules are regularly broken and challenged, marriages don't happen and many couples opt out for a relationship without children. It can be very uncomfortable for those of you who belong to the generation, where marriage is... pretty much a goal of your life.