The slippery slope of parenthood

My darling daughter is 2 years and half a month old today. Or thereabouts. And tomorrow she starts nursery for 2 mornings and 1 afternoon a week.  This is not something I am pleased about in all honesty. Both my Hubby and myself had rather dodgy experiences at school.  Did they make us the people we are today?  Well, we are here having gone through all that, but I for one was definitely hindered by those experiences, and sometimes they still catch me out. Even before we had thought about getting pregnant, we had both said that if we ever had kids they Continue Reading →

693 Days old

Today my Darling Daughter you are 693 days old. Last Saturday (6th June) you were 686 days old.  For 681 of those days you were breastfed to some degree or other.  The routine varied slightly, but for the last year certainly you had Mummy’s milk as you went to sleep, through the nights if you woke and as you awoke in the morning. Granny was always amazed at how lovely you woke up. For the most part you still do wake up lovely – its just that I’m not there with you now in that very moment you wake. By Continue Reading →