This one's for Poo Monster. Before Boob Baby and the MD there was Poo Monster. I remember looking at him when I was pregnant wondering how I could ever love something more than I loved his little face. Sure, Spotty Crotch was there but he barely tolerates me. He only has eyes for Mr DD,... Continue Reading →
I've been trying to close the boob bank overnight. I had two glorious nights where young Boob Baby (boob by name boob by nature) only woke once. This was just to lure me in to a false sense of security before knocking me right back in to 'team no sleep' with a thud. So my... Continue Reading →
Now we have an heir and a spare my husband is booked in for the chop chop op. It's pretty understandable to have some nerves ahead of any procedure but there is a lot of wittering going on about a knife going near his fun zone. If it's mentioned he gets nothing but sympathy from... Continue Reading →
The MD is currently sunning herself on the continent without us, classic MD, so we took the caravan to the village I grew up in for **drum roll please** Reepham Festival 2018! To clear this up before we start it's ReePHam like ReeFam, not ReePam and definitely not ReeDham. Pah, Reedham. Poor mans Reepham. Just... Continue Reading →
A week away with the DDs in the lovely St Ives was a very welcome change of scenery. I'm very grateful to be able to have nearly a year off for maternity, and to work part time when I do return, but I have to admit I'm ready to be going back. I'm looking forward... Continue Reading →
With a baby crawling about again I'm reminded what a death trap our house is. There's the choking hazards, the poisoning risks, stairs, fire, fury and four little beings hell bent on exploring each one. First up there's everything that goes in their mouths. Spotty Crotch and Boob Baby are determined to steal the MDs... Continue Reading →
I don't think I'd held a baby until I gave birth the first time round, children have never really been my thing but somehow it's happened, at the tender age of 25 (+2), I've turned in to my mother. She loved children, even down to her profession. I used to mock her for cooing at... Continue Reading →
I've found myself out of my depth a lot this week. The poor pooches haven't been fairing well in this heat and with my husband away I haven't been able to coordinate an early morning walk for a few days. So this morning when I saw some cloud cover I got us all out of... Continue Reading →
There’s a show on Channel 4 called SAS Who Dares Wins. It’s a group of civilian males getting yelled at a lot by ex Special Forces servicemen. If you're in the market for some new insults, watch it with a pen and notepad. The show starts with these blokes getting the spanking of their lives... Continue Reading →
At 2am.. and 3am... and 4am I've asked myself 'why won't they just sleep?!' The answer to that is pretty simple, they're infants and that's what infants do. Knowing that doesn't make it any easier though and like many in a haze of desperation I've made purchases I thought would help. This is how I... Continue Reading →
Me and my DDs: dogs and dependants 