Chicken noodles with a side of self-forgiveness.

This week, as a family we decided to get rid of jars of baby food. Apparently they are quite a controversial method of feeding your baby but I needed the reassurance that Harry’s belly was being filled. We only ever used foods with organic ingredients and with no thickening agent in them and always read…… Continue reading Chicken noodles with a side of self-forgiveness.

“The only source of knowledge is experience”

The title is a quote from Albert Einstein and I’m realising more than ever how very true this is. There is so much to learn when you have a child but these are the biggest, most common sense things I wish someone had told me when I had my little boy but I had to…… Continue reading “The only source of knowledge is experience”

10 months, 10 new things

10 months. I’ve finally done it! Harry has now officially been on the outside world longer than he was in. I can’t quite believe it. We’re on the home stretch for his first birthday which is something I’m looking forward to because I’m rather tired of this awkward stage in between a baby and a…… Continue reading 10 months, 10 new things

PND

The penny didn’t drop until Harry was about 8 1/2 months old. I had thought that the terrifying cyclone of emotions I was feeling was just part of my post pregnancy hormones but it just wasn’t. It was something much bigger and darker. I think it started with breastfeeding.  During my pregnancy and at our…… Continue reading PND

Merry Chickenpox 🌋

Well that was an interesting Christmas! We had all these cosy plans with family and friends for Harry’s first ever Christmas week and it all got turned on it’s head when he caught chicken pox! So instead of festive walks, pub meals out and swapping presents with friends and family, it was oatmeal baths, scratch…… Continue reading Merry Chickenpox 🌋

Behind every teething baby is a Sophie the Giraffe with PTSD

I got ridiculously excited about my eight month old son cutting his first tooth this week. He’s been going through that dreaded blanket-term get-you-out-of-staying-long-at-people’s-houses ‘teething’ stage since he was about 3 months old, and after 5 months, numerous bottles of Calpol and a very tired Sophie the Giraffe he’s done it! Without flourish or fanfare,…… Continue reading Behind every teething baby is a Sophie the Giraffe with PTSD