Holidaying with a baby/toddler combo is a bit like entering into a psychological experiment to see how long you can remain married in 40 degrees of heat without functioning Wifi... along with a toddler who only eats crisps, drinks pool water and insists on wearing Elsa armbands out to dinner each night.
Am I lucky to have a husband like mine? Well, I guess in some ways, yes. I am lucky that he is healthy. I am lucky that he is here. I was lucky that I met him in the first place, but really, that is where the luck part of it ends. The rest is about choice.
I'm sad. That my husband and I have to be the perfect parents 24/7 otherwise all hell breaks loose. And it does. On a regular basis. Because we can barely be good enough parents most days on this little sleep and this much stress. In my darkest moments I wonder if my marriage is strong enough to survive autism.
To help distract your child's attention away from exam results, perhaps suggest going out for a walk or for lunch or encourage them to spend time doing something they enjoy whether that's shopping or going out with friends.
As an Aussie expat living in the UK with two children under six, the London to Sydney long-haul flight is now about as familiar to me as a manky old pair of slippers. So with the school holidays upon us, I thought I'd pass on a few survival tips for those new to long-haul flying with kids. Here are my top 10 tips.
She leaves us with many happy memories, as have all the children who have been in our care. Like all foster carers we rarely have time to reflect on the wonderful times we have enjoyed. This seems like a good moment to pause and consider some of the very best.
As a new parent, there's nothing I find more annoying that 'been there done it' parents telling me to 'enjoy every minute, they grow up so fast'. It's not the sentiment, but the lack of originality that irks me. I've heard it maybe 200 times now and I'm six months in to this game.
What's the best way to keep toddlers happy on holiday? With their newfound mobility, pent-up energy and growing sense of adventure, tots can make family travel particularly stressful.
With that tiny bit of energy left that you have (ok, so that energy doesn't exist, but for the sake of my blog post pretend it does), grab your other half, stick on that wedding song, slow dance, and remember how you felt that day. What you can tell the Bride is that it won't be easy, but it will be worth it.
Here are 10 of the not so well known signs that you are a dad. These show how even the minor things in your life have truly evolved and highlight the varying sacrifices you have made upon being appointed to this honourable role.
The phrase "Sleep like a baby" should be outlawed in my opinion and anyone who dares utter it in the company of a sleep-deprived parent should be forced to babysit at least one night a month and pay for said sleep-deprived parents to have a date night. Or a full night's sleep in a hotel...
The summer is here! Long, summer nights following beautiful, sunny days (at the time of writing, we'd just had a mini heatwave!). What better time to seek adventure in the great outdoors! We thought we'd share with you a plethora of reasons why you should get yourselves and kids down to a campsite soon...
A few days into the holidays and reality sets in. In daydreams everyone is always laughing and smiling but in real life there is a constant low level whinge coming from at least one of the children, occasionally punctuated by a totally out of control and VERY LOUD tantrum or two.
I have returned to work twice following maternity leaves, both times the process was infuriating and slightly soul destroying. Confidence depleated, progression - er not when you 'only' work 3 days, guilty - oh yes definitely, what a bad parent to be leaving my child.
It should be made clear at the outset that The Toddler loves The Baby. The Toddler is very proud of The Baby. She likes to show The Baby to anyone and everyone: 'My sis!' Nonetheless, The Baby is, on occasion, a big disappointment to The Toddler; and here are five and a half reasons why.
Am I the only mother that doesn't define herself by a feeding method? I'm not a breastfeeder, I'm not a bottle feeder. I'm a mum. I don't need to state my feeding method to be accepted or validated by society.
Learning Disability - ten years ago I had no idea what this actually meant. I could have probably quoted some textbook, meaningless phrase but the reality of life for someone with a Learning Disability - that was foreign territory for me.