Do You Constantly Compare Yourself To Others? Read On

We’re in a shopping centre, I’m pushing my daugher in her buggy and we’re chattering away. She stops talking and suddenly wails, pointing at another child who has passed us. “That girl has a lollipop why don’t I?”. I deal with it in a motherly way (No, I don’t rush to…

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Back From Holiday, Back to Normal

It’s been a bit quiet around here. If you follow me on Facebook or instagram you’ll be sick of my holiday photos know why. If you don’t why not follow now! We had a fabulous holiday. A fabulous family holiday,  where you still are on call to provide endless water and…

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Siblings

Once upon a time, before I  had any children, I always thought I would have a houseful. Three or four, probably four. Like I said, that was when I had none. Then, I had one. He was lovely, even lovelier once he got over the colic and the screaming and…

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I'm a Finalist!

I got an email earlier in the week to confirm that following the public vote that I am one of the ten finalists in the Boots Maternity and Infant Awards in the “Best Parenting Blog” category. Needless to say I am delighted. Thanks so much to everyone who voted for…

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Six Things That Say Me (Or Mammy)

“That is so YOU”. “I saw this and thought of you instantly”. “That always reminds me of you”.  Sometimes we form associations with things and they forevermore remind us of that place, or that time, or a person. Maud at Awfully Chipper wrote a lovely post recently about remembering her mother’s watch…

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Goodbye to a decade 

I’m sitting on the couch, on a wet Friday night, wrapped in a blanket, sipping a gin and tonic. My husband is upstairs – wrestling with wrapping paper I hope. We’ve a playlist to agree, another drink to have and then my thirties will be over. They started in Venice,…

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It's Only a Zero. Right? 

I’m OK. Totally OK.  I am totally OK with turning 40 in two-and-a-half weeks. That’s what I’ve been telling myself for months and months, for years in fact.  It’s only a number.  I am as old as I feel, as old as I choose to believe, or choose to act.…

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Am I Out of Date Already?

When I was expecting my first child, back in 2008, I spent all my hours researching baby products. (Well, the ones I wasn’t eating or obsessing about baby names or drinking Gaviscon by the bottle). I made spreadsheets of buggies’ features, compared prices in different shops (and countries) and read reviews…

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Election 2016 – A Kids' Eye View

There’s a fascination with the posters at the moment, the backseat passengers of the car are commenting constantly on them. The seven-year-old, who has the advantage of being able to read, is putting all the pieces of the jigsaw together. He’s asking how it all works, what politicial parties are,…

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