My son is 3.5 years old and is not completely toilet trained yet. There, I said it. We tried last summer when the weather was a "naked toddler in the garden" kind of heatwave but he just didn't get it, refused to wee at all without a nappy and would hold it in for HOURS. … Continue reading Oopsy daisy, never mind!
I have been thinking a lot about silver linings lately. I have found that my life actually contains a lot of them. A lot of upsets followed by a lot of "it got better" moments. At the times these upsets have happened, I have been devastated. I have sobbed. I have cursed the universe. I … Continue reading Silver Linings
2018 has been the best summer ever. Jack is 2 and 3/4 years old which is an awesome age. He walks, or rather runs, everywhere and is curious and adventurous and fun. This is also the first summer in about 15 years where my weight has not been a hinderence in any way. I am … Continue reading Post-summer musings
An open letter to all my old Me's. The one's that are in pain. I want them to know it gets better. Dear 9 year old me - you won't always have your eating disorder this severe. One day you will be brave enough to try new foods. ARFID will not control you forever. You … Continue reading Dear Past Me – It Gets Better
Ah, the 2 Year Old Health Visitor Review questionnaire. In my opinion, designed to make the parents feel as shite as humanly possible after doing their very best every day. The Doctor's will a;; stop using a preemie's corrected age when the child gets to their 2nd birthday. Their defence for this is that most … Continue reading Short time, big difference
"Mama! Mama! Hey Mama!" This is the current soundtrack to my life. The sweetest little voice, that started out barely audible due to him having to recover from having a vent tube down his throat, has turned into a loud bellow! And the only word he really knows if my name. Mama. He has been … Continue reading No More Silence
Life seems to be going at full speed at the moment. We have been in our new house for about 2 months and if feels like home now, like we've always been here. Its wonderful to have so much space for Jack to run around, and for him to have his own room. I love … Continue reading A New Chapter
Moving house is bittersweet. We always knew we would need to move out of our one bedroom house into somewhere bigger when we had Jack. We’d even tried to move house a couple of times before he was born but no one came along to buy ours. We tried and failed to sell our house … Continue reading Saying goodbye to our first house
Over the last few months, I have noticed a change. Quite a small change, some would think, but quite an important one in my recovery from anxiety. I have weaned myself off the baby app that I used to record everything. (It's called "Feed Baby" if anyone is interested in finding it). You know the … Continue reading Learning to lose the app
I don’t drink. There I said it. *gasp* I’m not one of these hilarious mum-bloggers who share the fact that, because their toddler shat on the carpet and started painting with it (yet to happen, I’m sure it will), they drank a whole bottle of gin and it gets thousands of likes. (Actually, I think … Continue reading I’m a crap Mummy-Blogger!