Piccalilly clothing have asked me to guest post for them. Pretty exciting as I’ve never produced a guest post before. They wanted someone to write about unisex clothing. This is a subject that I have been meaning to write about for sometime as having a boy and a girl it has become something that at times has really frustrated me. I admit that I do love a dress. I suppose after boys clothes shopping for 8 years it’s a nice…
I’m not sure where the past six years have gone. The time here at Garden Cottage has flown by. At times it is hard and has been a huge challenge but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I lived in Manchester for 18 years. Dylan was born at Salford Royal and has spent so much time visiting Manchester over the years he thinks of it as home as much as living in Herefordshire. I grew up in the…
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you” – Maya Angelou October the 9th till the 15th is Baby loss Awareness week. I have titled this ‘sharing is caring’ because it is important for those who have lost to be able to talk about it and it is important for you to listen. In between my son and my daughter I had a missed miscarriage. It was early days and a long time ago but…
I’m a child of the 70s (I know you would never guess ) I have a sister and brother roughly 15 years older than me. I grew up having everything from punk to Elvis being played in different rooms of the house. My sister was a huge Adam and the ants fan and had her room covered in pictures, my brother loved Blondie and her face hung from all his walls. Dad loved Elvis and still does but he was…
My Mum writes in a diary every single night. I was reminded of the diaries when I recently stayed and went into the cupboard under the stairs. On the shelves she has diaries going back to when my brother and sister were small, so she must have around 50 years worth at least. As far as I’m aware she has never missed a entry, some days the entries are short and just about the weather or what shift she worked…
Pretty much from the minute your baby arrives into this world the tests and watching for development milestones start. I have been determined with my second and last child that I will not get caught up in the statements, thoughts and concerns over what milestones she is reaching. My son walked at around 18 months, I can remember being anxious about it, feeling almost pressure into getting him walking. Then came the Potty training, all conversation seemed to be…
It started with back pain. The mornings were the worst, the stiffness and pain in my lower back when getting out of bed. I was only in my early twenties but back pain is so common you just get on with it and little sympathy is found. I went to the doctors several times and was told to try and rest, lose weight and it should be fine. It went on for months and months, then whilst in work I…
Last night I had a girls night out. A actual girls night out. My first one in over 12 months. Everyone loves a girls night out. Although my love of a night out with the girls has never changed the fact I now have two children has changed the preparation and planning for it, quite dramatically. Whilst getting ready last night these differences popped into my head, Before children 1. Get some music on 2. Pour myself a nice big…
14 months ago your sister arrived. You have always wanted to be a big brother and you have become the very best big brother anyone could ask for. Whilst my life has been taken over with nappies, feeding and all things baby related you have grown so much. My little boy has changed in the past year, I see the man you will become in the boy in front of me. I have had moments when I have felt so…
The above photograph came up on my time hop this morning along with the words ‘it’s 10pm and I am ready to party’. I would love to say it made me think nice thoughts of baby cuddles and kisses but it actually turned my stomach! Dylan was a good sleeper and from 3 months would sleep right through and most of the day if I let him but Tilly took slightly longer and I managed on a few hours sleep…