Disclaimer: This post contains a LOT of poo, pee, puke and other gross references. Apologies if it’s not the most pleasant read but that’s just a normal day in the life of a mother. 1. Shitstorm or Poonami You’ve often heard the phrase ‘The shit…
One of the MANY things I’ve learnt as a mother is that motherhood is ALWAYS a trade in. You win some, you lose some. As a mum, you cannot have your cake and eat it too. Mums have got to choose their battles wisely… and be ready to throw…
1. Sleep with four pillows on/under/around him and not get a crick in the neck. Or any other body part 2. Make a spotless house look like a tornado hit it within seven minutes of waking up Little Man invading the kitchen drawers 3. Go from extremely irritating to being the…
So the other evening my cartoon (Little Man, as you might know him), was in high spirits. After running around the house claiming he’s doing “exercise” he proceeded to walk around the living room with the base of his potty on his head. Peeking at us through the hollow (the…
If you’re a mum of a toddler, you’ll know by now that parenting a two to three year old isn’t always smooth sailing. There’s a reason the term Terrible Two’s exists, and while tantrums are an expected part of toddlerhood, it doesn’t mean you’ve got to go through…
Every new parent encounters these ‘moments’ at some point in their journey as new mums and dads. These aren’t just any moments, but moments that either stick on in the memory forever and ever, or, on the other hand, are pushed far back into the…
Parenting is super tough. Fun, yes. Amazing, yes. But also extremely challenging. When you are severely sleep deprived, existing on not much more than caffeine and paracetamols, and you are confronted with yet another tantrum, or a bowl of food on the floor, or a defiant…
First things first, let me get something clear – when I say ‘my’ love-hate relationship with the idiot-box, I also mean Little Man’s relationship with the concerned item. He’s too little to blog about it himself; and well, I’m talking about how his relationship with the telly affects me…
I’ve just returned from a holiday (if a mum can ever really be on one, that is) that entailed a longish journey by air. While seeing Little Man settle into his seat (he’s over two now so yes, he got his own seat) demanding to see Minions…
