This sugar free courgette cake tastes like GENUINE cake, and as a total sugar junkie, I can’t even tell it’s healthy. Winning! It’s reasonably quick, though best to do it during nap time than with a baby hanging off your knee – I attempted this so you don’t have to. It’s very simple and can also be frozen in portions so worth the time it takes. NOT that it takes any longer than 15 minutes to prep, IF said baby
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We had our littlest christened two weeks ago, a lovely day with family and friends, celebrating our little boy. Though we feel so lucky to have reached the end of our infertility journey since his safe arrival, we will never forget. And, actually, we would never want to. Because although we have happily – and very fortunately – been able to move on from what was often a really crap time, I think it’s nice to occasionally reflect on things and how our family came to be.
So I penned this thingy – I’m not quite sure what to call it – and our good friend read it for us in lieu of a traditional reading.
So there’s apparently always a lesson to be learnt. Even in the hellish midst of sleep deprivation…
1 – To lower my expectations… and then lower them some more. To the point where I consider a two hour stretch of unbroken sleep pretty decent
2 – That sometimes the only thing allowing me to parent safely is a hot cup of tea and the gritty determination to reach the bottom of it
I hear a lot of stuff about the baby days, a lot about the terrible two’s and a lot about 4-year-olds and the huge milestone of starting school. Right now though, I’m bathing knee deep in 3-year-old lunacy, which I actually don’t hear much about at all.
My son Just. Doesn’t. Stop.
Age 3 seems to be an explosion of imagination, conversation, learning SO much, and the blossoming of both awesome and frankly quite frightening personality traits. It’s a time to savour the happy chaos – in between shouting, ‘Get to bed!’ And, ‘Stop picking your nose!’ – and a time to worry if we’re doing what we should to help him not become a psychopath.
Tired and a little stressed, I sat down last week and tapped out this post for my Facebook page. I had had enough… of feeling like I wasn’t doing well enough, or that my baby was somehow wrong for not singing the same song sheet as the books prescribe. The response was so wonderfully overwhelming that I realised so many of us feel similar, and so many of us are cracking on doing an absolutely stirling job, but without any self-recognition. At all.
I know I haven’t posted in a while, things have been hectic as we’ve been travelling around so much. Happily, we captured some wonderful images for Instagram, but the WiFi has been awful so I feel totally behind on my blog and my social media, too.
But anyway, I’m back bearing Great News: I’ve had the baby! I always love reading other people’s birth stories online and am so glad to be finally writing mine, it was fairly eventful!
My hand on his forehead, the rub of a small back.
Our cuddles, their laughter, my shortcomings.
All of the white noise.
She asked me how I was, ‘What’s new with you?’
‘Nothing, really – just plodding on – I’m boring! Tell me about you’.
There’s this nagging inadequacy, this desire to make light of the biggest part of me. The fear I have nothing interesting to contribute.
To my big and little whirlwinds,
To my loves… my work… my miracle daily grinds.
It hit me recently, amidst the busy-ness of two small kids and the fact I am still very much finding my feet with the (not so) new baby, how settled I actually am, and happy. I am tired – like bone tired – and sometimes stressed and flailing. Everything is disorganised and when I attempt the daily plate spinning every other parent also does, I always, always drop one. I worry about various things both related and unrelated to you, and my head can never retain all of the information it needs to be fully functional. Oh, and did I mention I’m tired?