Thursday, 4 February 2016

8 Questions to Ask When Buying Your Next Car...

When we discovered that we were having our little Bean, one of the first things I suggested to the Hubster was that we invest in a new car. This went down about as well as the time I told him that we needed to remortgage our home to buy my dream pram. Oops! But our little run-around just wasn't going to cut it now that our family was growing. We needed something bigger, more reliable and more safe to transport our precious bundle around. So off we waddled to our nearest showroom without any real clue as to what we were looking for in a new, more grown-up, vehicle. Today's guest post, 8 Questions to Ask When Buying Your Next Car, would have come in real handy before making such a big investment last summer.

P.S. Ladies, if you're after a new car, casually drop into conversation how a set of golf clubs will fit perfectly into the boot of a bigger car...that one worked a charm for moi. You can thank me later. 

Tuesday, 22 December 2015

Review: The Dyson V6 Total Clean...


If there's one thing I've really struggled with since Elsie's arrival, which I know I keep harping on about (catch up here and here), it's my new found inability to keep on top of the housework. It's simply impossible to get anything done. I've tortured myself for hours, sitting on my butt feeding my little buddy, glaring around the room taking in all the mess and dust. By week six of being a new mummy I was starting to well and truly lose my marbles. So when the invite came through to visit the Dyson showroom in London to try out their brand new Dyson V6 Total Clean, I thought, seeing as the fairies weren't rocking up anytime soon to clean my home, why not go and spend some baby-free time getting my OCD/cleanliness kicks elsewhere? So off I went to ooohh and ahhh at the wonders of Dyson's brand new magic wand...and magic is certainly is!

Sunday, 13 December 2015

It's Life...But Not As We Knew It



The last few months have been tougher than I ever imagined they would be. After Elsie was born I spent a euphoric 24 hours feeling like bloody superwoman. Even though my body felt like it had been hit by a lorry, with every single limb and muscle aching, and a haemorrhaging foof that felt as if it was about it drop out, I still felt blooming brilliant. Adrenaline, body trauma, shock, sleep deprivation and a whole new level of love are a funny concoction of body reactions. And here you are, a whole new, slightly unhinged you, now in charge of a tiny human. Oh crap bags.

I was floating with elation that I'd just done something totally and utterly amazing and was beyond grateful that I had something to show for it. A beautiful healthy baby girl, that we got to love and keep forever. Everything was perfect. Or so I thought. Little did I realise then that life was going to get a whole lot tougher...

Monday, 30 November 2015

Learning To Play...with the Fisher-Price Newborn to Toddler Gym


I knew it would happen at some point. Every square inch of our home is now filled with baby stuff. And to think I was stressing over getting the carpets cleaned before baby arrived. Ha! The plus side to having our tiny home over-run with sproglett related paraphernalia is that you can no longer see the carpet that once needed a good clean. Manoeuvring around our home has become some sort of obstacle course. If you make it from one room to the other without tripping over a bouncer or stubbing your toe on the car seat then you're more 'on form' than you think you are, which of course is very rare these days.

Thursday, 19 November 2015

I Miss You Already...



I dreamt about you last night. It wasn't the first time and I doubt it will be the last. You were happy in this dream. Settled in what resembled a new home by the sea. You were excited to show me your new bed. It looked so comfortable and the bedding was a pretty green, all fresh and clean. You took me to the window which overlooked a calm sea. There was a light breeze and it rippled across the horizon which is where I noticed your flowers bobbing. It was a nice touch really. I had wondered where your farewell flowers would get to. Your name that meant so much to us, made up of bright fresh buds. I worried it would get left behind or thrown away, but now I know it made its way to you eventually.

Friday, 13 November 2015

5 Ways to Take the Hard Work Out of Counting Calories...


Sitting on my butt drinking tea, eating cake and feeding baby all day is definitely starting to take it's toll...mostly on my bum. Ugh. That means that I'm going to have to do something about it fairly soon otherwise people are going to start asking when the next baby is due, whilst I brush the crumbs off my mouth and mumble "I had it three months ago" in shame. 

I've loved having a break from worrying about my weight and making up excuses as to why I can't exercise, but today's guest post has given me a little kick up the backside to start thinking about counting my calories to help shift some of my baby cushioning before I put on more weight than I did throughout my entire pregnancy. I blame Mum and her yummy homemade gluten free lemon drizzle cake. Ugh. Pass me a carrot (cake?)...

Thursday, 12 November 2015

My Breastfeeding Tips & Advice...


This is something that I have thought a lot about since that frightful evening, a few days after Elsie was born, when my breasts thought they'd have a laugh and give Mount Everest a run for it's money. Oh yes, I'm talking about when my actual milk 'came in' with a blooming vengeance. It was like something out of 'Who Framed Rodger Rabbit?' without the glossy animation that made them ping back to normal size after the joke was over. This was no joke.

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