For those that have never experienced silent reflux, terming them the 'dark days' will likely be perceived as melodramatic, verging on the ridiculous. I cannot however, think of a better way to describe it. The definition of the word 'silent' is simply not synonymous with the condition, quite the contrary in fact! Somewhat ironically associated… Continue reading Dark days of reflux.
There is a lot of emotion in the air right now - preschool/school leavers, new starters and inductions! I have August to process my big boy moving up yet another year, where does the time go(?!), and my baby starting preschool, meaning my role as stay at home parent will change beyond recognition. Watch this… Continue reading Surplus To Requirements
It's been emotional yet again!....."Again?!" I hear you sigh. Well, I make no apologies, regular readers will know by now that my blog entries tend to come with that caveat. In fact the writing of my last blog was such a process for me that I've been slow to dive back into the headspace of… Continue reading The inevitable final feed!
My latest blog is a slight departure from my usual mumblings. The 5th-13th May is Cleft Lip and Palate Association awareness week. CLAPA, as it is known, is a charity close to our hearts and so I thought what better way to use my blog than to share our experience with my readers and hopefully… Continue reading One in seven hundred
Back in January, you may recall, there was a day the travel agents named 'Blue Monday'. A clever marketing ploy to remind us how much we all desperately need a holiday. Adverts showing sparkling blue shores with golden sands were distinctly unavoidable. I tried to pay as little attention to these as I could, in… Continue reading The Great British Staycation!
I cannot quite believe that we will be the proud owners of a six year old tomorrow! Another incredible year has flown by and I sit now, as I do every birthday eve, reflecting on the last 365 days, wondering how on earth my baby is another year older already! I'd happily bet money that… Continue reading It’s not my party but I’ll cry if I want to!
Today I found myself discreetly laughing as my 2 year old, freshly dressed in his brother's batman costume, began throwing toddler style punches into the air, spinning around and grunting, as if to demonstrate his newly found status and authority. This was shortly followed by a lunge in my direction with arms flailing about. I… Continue reading Costume changes.