Being pregnant is undoubtedly a blessing. And some of us are doubly blessed in that we sail through pregnancy with very few twinges and are constantly heard saying, "I'm pregnant, not ill". Then there are those of us that have every symptom under the sun, and absolutely demand that you give up your seat so we can rest our cankles.
While I'm grateful for technology and the ability to stay in touch with friends who live on the other side of the world, I also believe phones are killing conversation. More importantly, I believe our children mirror us and if they constantly see us head down in our phones, it won't be long before they're doing exactly the same thing.
I'm a big believer in fathers playing a more active role in their children's upbringing. I'm biased, of course, as that's my own experience. Not that my wife and I planned it. A happy accident would be a better explanation.
Winter is coming.... (well, actually it's here.) And with it... *shudders* ... mittens. So below is an essential list of key skills for all babies, t...
I read and digested all the advice. Try new foods fifteen times I was told on a regular basis. Blah blah blah. It didn't work. Susie was determined in her fussiness. Early on, I could count the things she would eat on two hands. Over the years that list has diminished to one hand...
During the breakfast date I felt really disappointed in myself. As an advocate of baby-led weaning, I had never wanted to be the Mum who has to manually feed her child. I just so desperately wanted him to fill his little tummy in the hope he would calm down.
Baby's bag was packed; baby was dressed and fed. A slow drive down to the church hall venue followed. My heart pumping vigorously. 'Will my car break down and get me out of trouble here'? Nope. 'I am on my own here, no-one else can save me now'.
Sometimes the scars that autism leaves behind are visible. When the pinching has been so relentless we go to bed with patches of red raw, or bruised skin. When quick decisions made in pure anger actually draw blood. To big heads and small ones.
What I am reading more and more is that we basically have to walk on egg shells with our children for fear that we are going to forever damage their self image. I prefer to think that by telling Toby and soon his sister that they are all of the above things that they will believe me, they will know that they are loved and they will feel confident.
If I was walking to the shop on my own to buy some milk, I would have also been on an automatic, robot-mode walking at an incredibly fast pace with one thought and one thought only: to purchase the milk and walk back in an equally fast pace, without a care for anything or anyone at all. Milk would have been the only care.
Christmas. A time for giving and receiving. This year, I would like to thank Santa for the gift of threadworms. My kids asked for a hamster but worms were an interesting alternative. To be honest, nits would have been preferable and I never thought I'd hear myself say that.
I regret constantly comparing him to other babies. Worrying about his size and how small he was. I regret not using my common sense and telling myself that a baby born out of the blue at 37 weeks would clearly be smaller than one that had had five extra weeks of gestating.
Just be you and never try to be a people pleaser, folks will like and love you for who you are and if they can't accept that then you don't need them in your life. Laugh, be kind and don't ever let boys break your heart. Most importantly bask in what makes you happy and build your worth on experiences and not possessions. Never forget that you can talk to me.
Despite the plethora of books, articles and classes meant to prepare you for motherhood, why are the first weeks such a shock? Here's what I wish I'd known.
I see it all the time, a toddler in a stroller being entertained with an iPhone at the park, a toddler confidently navigating an iPad app at a children's party, a little girl enjoying a game on her DS in a restaurant. All of them looking down instead of living in the moment.
Back to school, back to school - three little words that have a profoundly pleasing effect on me, put a little extra skip into my step. I'm trying very hard to keep my enthusiasm for the Spring Term under wraps but it is tough, really tough.