Marriage after kids… it ain’t pretty.

Pre kids, me and Rob lived in London (Fulham dontcha know). I often bought beautiful clothes from All Saints and we used to meet up on the South Bank after work for date nights and go to dead fancy restaurants. Post kids, we live in Whitley Bay. I often buy very mediocre clothes from Sainsbury's … Continue reading Marriage after kids… it ain’t pretty.

‘Three boys!? Ooof you’ve got your hands full there!’… and other twatty things people say.

When Ellis was born earlier this year, it was via c-section. (Stay with me folks, I swear this isn't a 'wonder of childbirth' blog. I wouldn't do that to you.) For those of you who've never had the pleasure of having a csection; they put a big screen over your stomach; presumably this is so … Continue reading ‘Three boys!? Ooof you’ve got your hands full there!’… and other twatty things people say.

From two kids to three… the ugly beautiful truth.       Part 2.

The week before Ellis was born; Dylan had a MASSIVE meltdown. It went something like this:  'How will you love me and Jonah as much when you've got an extra baby to love!? How will I love Jonah as much if I have to love the baby as well!!? There won't be enough love for … Continue reading From two kids to three… the ugly beautiful truth.       Part 2.

Going from two kids to three. The ugly beautiful truth. Part 1.

When Rob and I were considering having a third child I actually googled some 'mum of three' type blogs and articles. Because of course they'd give me a definitive answer on whether this was a good idea. I found some; and I figured if these women had three kids and still had time to write … Continue reading Going from two kids to three. The ugly beautiful truth. Part 1.