The title may have led you to believe this is about little people parps; well you can take a sigh of relief as this is not the case (in all honesty I’m not really convinced that would make a great read anyway). So what do I mean by Tot Trumps? Well you may be familiar… Continue reading Tot Trumps
All I wanted was a cuddle, but instead I got a wriggling octopus with a one word Daddy Dictionary.
We've had this very posh plonk for nearly a year so it seemed wrong not to drink it on a night away from parental duties. Will it be drunk on a yacht whilst bikini clad babes and six pack toned hunks parade their assets whilst listening to the latest funky house beats from a French… Continue reading Champagne Super No Way
*Hate's a very strong word, I much prefer 'dislike' or 'don't really enjoy', but let's face it they wouldn't have the same ring would they? This is in no way related to Heath Ledger or Julia Stiles, no this is my honest take on why having two children can be, well shall we say - challenging. I often look back to when I had the one and there's no doubt about it, it was hard, bloody hard, but if I really think about it I had so much more opportunity to nap and watch This Morning than I do now. Oh how I miss you Phil and Holly.
This week the lovely Sarah (@mamawifeyavery) from To Maternity and Beyond nominated me for a Liebster Award. Thank you Sarah 🙂 Apologies to any of my other lovely followers who have also nominated me for this already and I haven't reciprocated. The past few months have been busy ones and this has been the first opportunity I've had… Continue reading The Liebster Award
Men love boobs that no longer defy gravity and give sad fried eggs a run for their money. The bath is the holy grail - a place where no one can interrupt, nag, whinge at or bother you. A no rubber duck zone, only candles, bubbles (of the bath and prosecco type) and chilled anthems… Continue reading 10 Things Mums Wished Were True
It's Christmas Day, ready to burst from feasting on umpteen sprouts (pppparrrrppp), lashings of mash, spoonfuls of stuffing, and enough turkey to feed a baby T-Rex, we all plonk ourselves down on the sofa with a Prosseco in hand (apart from the kids of course, they had beer, just kidding!) The kids were happily playing… Continue reading You’re the Love of My Life