It’s so strange to be writing this post as it feels like we should still have summer holidays left. The weather has been pretty hit and miss and, added to the pandemic ups and downs, this summer is over before it’s got started. We’ve done so much and yet at times it doesn’t feel like
*Warning: the following article may be triggering for some readers. There are some things that I said I would never write about on here. Stories that I never wanted to tell or at least, ones I never wanted to put my name to. But, over the last few years I’ve thought about why I don’t
Do you ever think about the years gone by, the things that happened and how far you’ve come? Well, half my life ago I had just turned seventeen, it was two weeks before Christmas and I was homeless.
I have always known that we would only have two children. Although after Little Man was born, and up until he turned one – maybe even two – I could have quite happily had another, I knew that wasn’t right for our family – two was always going to be the right number.
A year ago we started the process for Little Man to have speech therapy. It was something I’d been through as a child too and when it was first suggested that he needed help with his speech I was so emotional. I wasn’t sad that he needed speech therapy it was more that we had
I’ve written before about my hair colour – My response to Katie Hopkins views on ginger children and a blow by blow account of the bullying I endured because of my hair colour as a child.
Last week was a big thing for our little family. Little Man had his first hair cut! LP hasn’t had a haircut yet so it’s the first time Dave and I had to take a child for a haircut – What an experience!
Little Man is coming on leaps and bounds and since learning to stand up and climb up things he has now started to make use of his wooden walker and push it from one end of the room to the other regularly.
Little Man had the worst sleep in months whilst we were on holiday. He woke frequently, needed a lot of night feeds and spent long periods of each night crying. It was very unlike him and I’ve put it down to teething and maybe being slightly under the weather. We spent the week exhausted but