Cry our beloved country! While our country mourns so many senseless and abominable crimes (and this isn’t a new trend) we need to start having really tough conversations around our future in this country, for the sake of our children. Whilst not gender based, my husband has been in three attempted hi-jackings in the last…
It’s finally Spring, a new season, my favourite season and a new month. My birthday month in fact. On the 9th September I’ll be 34. This year there will be no gift guide (sorry Dyl and those of my friends who shop off it), no genie with three wishes to grant, there’s just one wish…
Firstly, I just want to thank each and everyone of you for your countless messages, WhatsApps, DM’s and prayers for our darling Soph, I cannot tell you how touched we have been to be ‘carried’ through such a traumatic time by so many special people. Daily check-ins, wishes and messages even when I haven’t had…
How on earth did we get here? I mean, I get it, the earth revolves around the sun for 365 days and BAM we’re a year older, but, how is it possible that I’m a momma to a SEVEN YEAR OLD?! All of a sudden, Oli turning seven makes it feel like he’s not my…
Pinkie Promise. The holy grail of commitment in the eyes of my two children. As they say – you never break a pinkie promise. So, what am I pinkie promising? Playtime with my kids. It sounds ridiculous I know, but it’s not really when you think about it. How often do YOU play with your…
I’ve always wanted to be a mom – a title I longed for and knew would be my ultimate achievement over absolutely any career, any day. Dyl and I wanted a family long before we were even engaged, and we were on the same page – we wanted to try for a baby straight after…
For all my followers that follow me on Instagram, you’ll know what I’m talking about. A certain ‘rite of passage’ that took place last week Thursday evening while I was having a bath. We have scissors in multiple craft boxes the kids can access, they practice cutting lines, cutting out pictures and building creations with…
All of a sudden, towards the end of last year, Soph became a nail biter. Oli’s nails grow like weeds, every Sunday I have to cut them before I get nail envy. At first I didn’t even realise. Sunday would roll around and I’d fetch the nail clippers, cut Oli’s then ask to see Soph’s…
Yeah, yeah, they’re hellishly cute – I mean, look at those faces! But, boy oh boy are we having a time of it. And nope (referring to the heading of this post), we haven’t replaced our two crazy dogs with a cat, but rather, I’m referring to the sibling rivalry going on in our household…
I am, always, without a doubt proud of my kids. Sophie, at four, asks repeatedly whether I’m proud of her for accomplishing a puzzle, baking a cake, or even just cleaning up her toys. The answer, always ‘yes’. Oli has reached an age where he knows what ‘being proud’ entails, languishes praise, but is battling…
