If I’ve heard the phrase you forget how tiny they were once, I’ve heard it a thousand times. But, you really do forget.
Those who read my post about the first time I left my eldest for a few hours will know that I attended the wedding of a good friend when my son was 6 weeks old. What I didn’t mention in that post was that the wedding was in Northern Ireland. We were living in Edinburgh …
As I have trudged through this epic month of snow I have found myself thinking about perspective. A lot. As an adult navigating day to day life, with the added bonus of eight feet of snow, it can be hard to find the positive.
Do you remember leaving your baby for the first time? Not for a quick shower, but for several hours?
Before the 5yo started school, Friday was always our big project day. We would choose a theme and we would create. We made paper bag puppets and rocket ships; paper plate animals and lollipop stick fish. We did lots of messy play; with gloop and paint and moon sand. We had fun!
I imagine that I am not the only parent for whom a night away, child free, is the stuff of fantasy. Something that was once so simple is now filled with complexity and hassle, not to mention guilt; and seems at odds with the reality of life as a parent.
Regular readers will know that the wee girl can be challenging at times. She is confident, extrovert and determined. But, she is also wilful and doesn’t listen!
Both boys stopped napping when they turned two. This wasn’t too much of an issue, they were at nursery so I didn’t have to deal with the mid-afternoon grump. And, exhausted after a week at nursery, my husband and I generally managed to get them to take a nap at the weekends (until they were …
The first photo of me and the three. The wee girl was just a few hours old. I think I look exhausted, but very happy. Not a lot has changed since then :) Joining in with Charly’s Alphabet Photography Project over on PODCast.