Takeaways and Tantrums

A couple of weeks ago I have to admit that I had a bit of a strop. My husband would  say I was being silly and that I overreacted. Of course, I turned to the blogging community to see what they thought. Before I go on to let you know what other bloggers have had happen, I need to say what my little tantrum was all about. I work for a well known supermarket who sells hot pizzas. I work on that counter and since then, I have become quite picky about what pizza I have. I sent John across

You Have To Be Short To Have A Stroller

We’re currently in the market for a new stroller. We have 4 trips to London booked already this year, a trip to Manchester for Blog On and a holiday to Majorca booked for next year. While I love our Quinny Moodd, John finds it hard to push due to the handlebar height. He much preferred our Mamas and Papas Armadillio Flip XT. Instead of a pushchair we need a lightweight stroller to take away with us that is also easy to fold and small too. I have been looking for weeks and I still can’t decide. Last Thursday I took

When to take the dummy away

Erin is 13 months old now and has probably had a dummy from being about a month old. I really don’t remember when we first gave it to her anymore. All I remember is her having really bad reflux and the dummy was the only thing that stopped her crying long enough to go to sleep. I’d always said that Erin would never have a dummy but I soon realised what a life saver it could be. Now that Erin is over a year old I’ve been thinking about when we should attempt to take away the dummy. It’s not that

I am who I am

Sometimes I feel like people want me to apologise for being who I am. Sometimes I feel like people would rather me keep my mouth shut rather than say what I think. Sometimes, I feel like people don’t like me because of who I am. I have gotten to a point in life where I just do not care what other people think. I honestly think that this is something that has come more and more with age. I know I was never like I am now as a teenager or even in my early ’20s. I am quite outspoken and

Pushchair Envy

When we got the first pram/ pushchair for Erin, I didn’t pick it. It was an absolutely wonderful gift from friends. As a new and first time parent I had no idea what I would have been looking for anyway. However, I quickly realised that the pram wasn’t really suited for where we lived. It was really wide and heavy and didn’t fit through doorways very well. I soon decided to buy something new and, after having more experience, knew more of what I wanted. I did quite a lot of research, tried out friend’s pushchairs and finally decided on

C-section recovery hell!

Unfortunately, this is not a very pleasant subject to write about at all. You may remember back to when I wrote about my C-Section Recovery After 6 Months. Well, here we have the 11 month update! If you didn’t read the previous post, here’s a quick round up of what happened. An emergency c-section turned into a raging infection which I now know was some internal bleeding, sepsis and e-coli. That then turned into a second surgery a week later and a rough road to recovery. While I was in hospital, and for a long while after, I didn’t want any photos

Purple is not a flavour!

I don’t even know why this got me so riled up, or what even made John and I talk about it the other day. However, it annoys the crap out of me when people can’t use simple words like the correct flavour for something. In case you hadn’t realised, purple is NOT a flavour. Purple is a colour. The flavour of a Fruit Shoot with a purple bottle is not purple flavoured, it’s blackcurrant (and maybe apple, I don’t know). This annoyance is something that comes from working in a soft play center for a few years. Children would come

Preschool proms

It’s the end of July and that means it is the end of term for schools, nursery and play groups etc. That also means that my Facebook feed has been bombarded with pictures of prom outfits. I was not expecting there to be photos of preschool proms! When I finished secondary school (no, not high school as it’s called now) proms were not a thing. We didn’t get to do anything special for leaving school. Well, going out and getting drunk wasn’t an official leaving celebration but that’s what I did at 16. I have no idea when it became