Inner monologues

Toddler talking to himself: "Goodness me, what are all these stones in the car? And what a rusty old window! Your wheel's stuck in the sand, it's going to be stuck forever!"

Love his inner monologue. 😍

Our chilli harvest

The bit missing? 8 month old ate it, seeds and all. She wailed, stopped, tried to wail, gasped, wailed etc for about two minutes then smacked her lips a few times. Held the other half out to her and she tried to take it!

I nibbled a tiny bit and it still hurts, five minutes later.

#motherhood #toughbaby

To all the mamas and daddies out there - forgive yourself a little

I had a moment yesterday where a friend told me I didn't always need to be the strong mama, and it was like a light turning on in my head. Parenting is hard. Especially with no family around. Especially in winter where I need an extra half hour every morning to use my sad lamp, which means half an hour less sleep or half an hour less me time the evening before. There is nothing wrong with the odd moment of weakness or wailing or shouting. People say tears are a sign of strength. They're sodding not! They're a sign someone is carrying too much in that moment. Everyone who carries a thousand tree trunks daily is bound to feel weak or to want a break from time to time. And that's ok. 💟

You are what you eat

Managed to express a teeny amount of milk and my three year old asked for it. "Oooh," he said, "almond milk!" I guess you really are what you eat. 😀

2.45am to 4.08am and counting

I've been standing in the dark rocking for over an hour now. If I even so much as think about relaxing an eyelash, the little one starts screaming. Suspect tomorrow will be another caffeine day. On the plus side, I'm strengthening my thighs, I get to feel the delightful luxury of my thick rug under my bare feet and I remember to appreciate the comfort and warmth of my bed. I also get to drink yet more Covent Garden Tea House Heavenly Tea.