I hated breastfeeding. There, I’ve said it. I never had a good time with it and I felt utterly useless that I couldn’t do it very easily. What’s really irritating is that I spent my 20s wishing to have a boob reduction but never did, as I knew it would affect me being able to … Continue reading My Breastfeeding Story
J has worked out that she hasn’t got to stay in her bed. She knows we’d like her to stay in it but if she stands up and walks around she looks at us as if to say, "Really what are you going to do about it - put me to bed early? Mwhahaha." It seems that lately, seeing what we're going to do about it is part of the fun. She’s calling our bluff. The other day I walked into J's room, assuming she'd be asleep as she had been quiet for ages, and she was stood in the middle of her room wearing a life jacket and holding a slightly deflated dingy under her arm.
When I found out I was pregnant, my partner really wanted to talk it through with his sister because they are close and it came to us as a very lovely, shocking surprise, and he was crapping his pants about it. It is quite surprising that Eddy and his sister came from the same parents. She … Continue reading The Intelligent Neice.
After our 8 days at home potty training, I arrived at nursery pleased as punch with our efforts. The staff seemed relaxed and happy with our plan, we had brought her lots of changes of clothes. Just before I left I took J to the toilet and she had a pee, I danced and whooped … Continue reading Much A Poo About Nothing Continues…
“Look mummy I poo!” I ran upstairs thinking, “She’s done it. She’s gone off by herself and done a poo! She’s mastering it!” J was indeed sitting on the toilet – tick – leggings and knickers round her ankles – tick - but she was pointing to the floor. And there was her poo, lying … Continue reading You’ve Got To Pee Joking