• 5 Stress Reducing Tips When Moving with Kids: Guest Post

    A few weeks ago, I wrote about how I planned on making our moving day as stress free as possible. Most of what I said I would do I did, and it definitely made the day run pretty smoothly. That being said, I’m handing over to Hayden today with some seriously awesome stress-reducing tips when you’re faced with the big home move.

  • Dad Chose Me Not All Fathers Dads

    My Dad Chose Me: Not All Fathers Are Dads

    Not all fathers are dads, and not all dads are fathers. Dads come in all shapes and sizes, and exist in various forms. Some dads are the biological fathers of their children, and some are not. I feel very lucky knowing that my dad chose to raise me when my father chose not to.

  • Social Anxiety Neighbours

    Social Anxiety: What Will The Neighbours Think?

    Since we moved into the new house 3 weeks ago there’s been little time for pretty much anything other than getting settled and unpacked. Now that the majority of the big work is done and things are calming down we are settling nicely into our new routine, in our new home, in a brand new area. My thoughts have turned to what happens when the summer is over. What happens when I really have to start integrating into the community.

  • 5 Ways To Stay Sane At Home With The Kids: Checking Myself

    A lot changed when we moved last month, not least the fact that I’m now at home 24/7 with the kids. This isn’t entirely new to me, but in a way it’s very new. I spent 7 months at home on maternity leave with Amelia when she was born, and I was out of work for 6 weeks when she  was around 15 months. I also spent 10 months at home on maternity leave when William was first born. The big difference this time around is that I am at home full time with both of the kids.

  • Talking Shit Chronic Constipation

    Talking Shit: “Mummy It’s A Bad Poo”

    One of the things that happens when you become a parent is that you suddenly find yourself talking about shit… a lot. Never do you talk more about crap than when you have a small child. You find yourself marvelling at just how much can come out of such a small being, wondering if it’s the right colour, the right consistency. And that’s all after the first “what the hell is that?!” poo…