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A poem about my deepest, darkest fantasy…

The mother looked around, rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh
The clutter filling up the room could almost make her cry
She looked at all the books, the games, the eleven million toys
The big bright noisy plastic that is made for girls and boys

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Why I Hate Dinnertime

I’m not going to write this as an open letter to dinnertime because I realise that as more of a hellish entity than a person, it will not reply, thus furthering my rage and feelings of hopelessness towards it.

I’m just going to rant about it generally on here because I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in this. Let’s hope so anyway – misery loves company, right?

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baby boy doing funny pose in pramWhile I couldn’t have been more excited to be having a baby, in hindsight, there are a few things I wish I had made more of before the big event. So much so, I made a list of ‘em. If you’re reading this prior to popping out a bambino or two then go forth and complete for me – you’ll be glad you did. And if you’re in the same position as I am, feel free to just ruefully nod along while sipping your cold tea and half-heartedly wiping your snot-stained jeans with a baby wipe.

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The Best Bank Holiday Weekend Contest

baby boy garden sunshineThere’s little I like more than Bank Holidays. The long weekend, the subsequent shorter working week, the extra lie-in and the family time are all kinds of perfect.

I sometimes get that weird comparison thing we’re not meant to admit to, though, when it feels like everyone else in the world – or on Facebook and Instagram at least – are taking a million exciting and interesting family trips. Generally I’m just glad of the extra parent for a day, the chance to relax (a little bit),

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Announcing a brief blog takeover by the bambino. Normal service will be resumed. At some point. If he ever starts sleeping…

1. Milk is the greatest thing ever invented – by women or cows – or whatever. Wherever it comes from, it’s awesome, so keep it flowing.

2. Grown-ups are weird. They bemoan the fact having kids has made them boring, then don’t stop banging on about sleep and being tired. YAWN. Change the record or bore off!

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Here I Am

Here I am. Walking beside you as you cautiously weave your bike over the bumps in the pavement; smiling at your success on the downward descent.

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I’m here again now, quietly but tersely reminding you it’s time to sleep, praying for your eyes to close, patting your tiny back as you fight to stay awake.

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yvette lamb infertility family parenting blogWe 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.

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Life Lessons for my 3-year-old

life lessons 3 year old Big Trouble in Little NappiesI 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.

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Letter to My Children

letter to my childrenTo 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?

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Parenting, Social Media & Salt

social mediaI am no parenting expert. I couldn’t tell you how to get your baby to sleep through the night in five easy steps and I don’t have ten handy tips for entertaining a toddler without turning on the television. I am often disorganised and feel like I overly-rely on raisins and fish fingers, but I do know that being a parent is complex, and the early years often relentless.

It is always how it has been – a juxtaposition of the wonderful and wearing – it’s normal, I know.

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Waiting for a Star to Fall

waiting for a starDear Little H,

This has been bubbling around my head for some time now, but the last eleven weeks – since your arrival – have flown by so quickly with busy days and wakeful nights that I haven’t been able to get anything down. Now, you are sleeping and I have chance to try and turn these feelings into words, though I am not sure where to begin.

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