Dylan is 4 years old as I write this. A big part of me can't believe that he is 4 already but at the same time it feels as if he has been with us forever as well. Like most Mummies, I am super proud of the little guy and I think that he is... Continue Reading →
Hello I am Emma and I love Soft Play. There, I said it. I love it. Me and Dylan have been fequenting the various soft play establishments around our area ever since he was a little nipper... he techically still is a little nipper except now he doesn't actually nip! I don't love soft play... Continue Reading →
As I have mentioned here some mornings are a bit tough with Dylan when I am trying to get him ready to go to Preschool. This morning was one of those. So I thought I would give you a breakdown of what happened this morning in the madhouse... Myself and my wonderful husband woke up... Continue Reading →
Just over a month ago I got myself a job. I returned to work after I finished my maternity leave when I had Dylan but I reduced my hours to only 2 days a week. I didn't want to leave Dylan in daycare when he was only a year old so my Mum looked after... Continue Reading →
Today is the day when thousands of lovely little four year olds find out which primary school they are going to attend in September. It is one of those things that is momentous in the child's life these day but I am pretty sure that it is not something that was even thought of when... Continue Reading →
My Adventures in Boobing Part 2 Part 1 can be found here. I am very sorry for the long and rambling nature of this story and the chances are it will be a 3 part saga. I wrote this first part a really really long time ago when Dylan was really still a baby. I... Continue Reading →
My Adventures in Boobing Part 1 I am very sorry for the long and rambling nature of this story and the chances are it will be a 3 part saga. I wrote this first part a really really long time ago when Dylan was really teeny tiny. From the moment that I found out that... Continue Reading →
I'll start the story on Saturday April 6th 2013 my due date was on the 10th. I had been on maternity leave for 7 days and I had spent those days watching crap on TV and sleeping (living the dream). We woke up on the Saturday morning and my (brave) husband made some comment about... Continue Reading →
