If you follow me on Instagram* or are a long-time reader of this blog; you’ll know that over the last while I’ve grown a tiny little bit of an obsession with my nails. Mostly, in my case, fake nails, because I’ve a nervous tick of biting them and any attempt to kick this horrible habit hasn’t gone so well. What can I say, bit of a stressful year, but hey, that’s what the gorgeous false ones are for.
I’ve also recently been trying to spread the word about this blog, and all of it’s ramblings about nappies, PND and other such fun Mammy activities on different social media accounts, and I did mention a giveaway over the last few days. That time is now, so I’m combining my thanks to the lovely people who are reading my blog (new and old) and my obsession with pretty nails and having a nail product giveaway! These are all things I’ve picked up over the last while and stashed away as potential lovely bits to giveaway or use myself. I hope you like them! (more…)
So unless you’ve been living under a rock, yesterday the English royal family welcomed a new baby, a little girl, and the media attention stopped focusing on when Kate was going to drop the baby, and started on what she was going to name her. There are bookies filling up with odds on different names, from the traditional to the not so traditional (I’m not sure Daenerys Windsor will quite work out so well). Twitter feeds are wall to wall royal baby. I must admit, I’m a bit curious myself. A name is interesting; its rarely just a passing whim when you’re imposing it on your child for life. So what is involved in name selection? It’s really not as easy as some people make it look… (more…)
We got a little too complacent about that lovely weather. “It’s going to be a great Summer”, we said, licking our Baileys magnums and staring out at gorgeous sunsets from the balcony after a few successive evenings of wonderful weather. “Best stock up on the sun cover and the suncream”, we said, as we walked a good ten km walk in the blinding sunshine (child fully covered, both adults getting roasted alive) to buy the damn things. They’re now sitting in the corner of the living room laughing at me. I’m not sure why I’m surprised. This is Cork, land of the rainy season all year long. (more…)
We started creche two weeks ago, properly. For two glorious mornings a week, I drop E off at the creche around the corner from our house for four and a half hours, where he tires himself out and I get some time to collapse, do the dishes, maybe potentially get some writing done and clear a path in our apartment around the eternal mess of toys ( a pointless exercise but it makes me feel better). There’s even been thoughts of having time to do driving lessons or hair cuts in this time – oh, the glamour. (more…)
Saturday, 25th of April. Dublin. It’s lashing rain, clearly, because we all want our hair and our tan to work out properly. The long awaited Irish Parenting Blog Awards. Inaugural awards night, which started as an idea a few months ago and thanks to the work and serious effort put in by some incredible bloggers (more about them later), it not only became a reality but a brilliant one. (more…)
Years behind everyone else, I finally got my provisional licence (on the second attempt) at the age of 23. With one kiddo, and a growing hatred for the wonderful timekeeping of Irish public transport (I’m looking at you,215), the appeal to be independent of bus timetables and attempts to fit buggies onto cramped buses was growing rapidly. Unfortunately, so was my fear of the road. (more…)
As I’ve documented a few times on this blog, I am a c-section Mama, my bubs was evacuated via the sunroof, no natural birth here. It wasn’t something I had planned (not that the Irish system allows first time mothers to do that anyway, in my experience), but having not planned for anything I feel that it was definitely an experience less traumatic and mentally punishing than that of women who had hoped and wished for a natural vaginal birth. It’s something I’m happy to talk about; as I see it, my birth experience was no different to that of anyone else. It’s got the drama (monitors beeping madly), the long waiting (24 hours for a bloody gel to start working), a hazy blur of things going on (everything from the lovely gas and air stage) and the ending, where a rather tiny orange little person emerged from where he’d been growing inside me and became my son, the boy prince who could have guest starred on Geordie Shore, such was his lovely orange jaundice. (more…)
When I started to think about going back to work after having E, there was a large amount of thought put into childcare and how he would spend his days while I was tied to my desk, enjoying those uninterrupted cups of tea. I worried that he wouldn’t settle for someone else and that he would feel abandoned by both of his parents. While knowing I needed to work for both my sanity and to keep a roof over our heads, food on the table and a lifestyle I wanted for my son, I fell prey to the inevitable Mammy guilt, made all the worse on days where he woke up not feeling great or was extra clingy. I tried to think of the best options, trying to put to the back of my mind the seemingly endless reports on the failings in our nations childcare facilities highlighted in the media over the last two years. While I wanted him to be able to mix with others, I also realised that set hours and putting my trust into complete strangers with my tiny baby was potentially not going to work at the very start. (more…)
My now-toddler has been a life changing transformation for me. Not least in the amount of effort it now takes to leave the house. No longer is it a quick check for keys, wallet, phone; oh no, leaving the house now requires military precision, the nappy bag, the kitchen sink, numerous toys and a few dashes back in the door having realised something essential has been left behind. Most of the time I’m listening to comments like “You’re not going for a week!”, but most things in that bag are things I know that if I don’t have them, I will somehow need them.
Ireland is voting to change the way our society treats a minority group within the next few months. Like any referendum, both sides have strong voices, and strong opinions on why the other side is clearly wrong. Our last referendum was a rather tame affair in comparison to this one; it seems that the debate as to whether to afford the same marital rights to same sex couples as to heterosexual couples has stirred up just a tad more feeling than whether or not 21 year olds should be allowed run for president when Michael D is finished reciting poetry to us, or indeed the rights of children being written into the constitution. (more…)
Feeding a toddler is definitely not as easy as it could be. Instead of flavour of the month, his likes and dislikes change by the hour. The only thing consistent is his love of apples, and just because I’ve said that he’s bound to hate them by tomorrow morning. This means I’m constantly on the hunt for new ways to get nutritious, tasty food into the boy; a feat that is harder than I thought it would be. (more…)
We’re getting there. Both me and the little man have been doing a lot of walking lately. We haven’t quite hit the stage of walking without clinging to something or someone (mostly Mammy’s leg or the sofa) but E is mad on the move and is so so close to proper independence. I can barely keep up with his crawling so when he gets running I’m proper done for. (more…)
It’s been a busy few weeks for me; aside from having some time off work and spending my days chasing after a half-nappy-changed toddler who is crawling faster away from me to escape than I can run, I’ve spent a lot of time online. While a fair bit of my time has been spent indulging in the wonders of my Netflix subscription and entertaining my Law and Order SVU obsession; I’ve also spent a lot of time in the blogging world, both reading and writing. Here are some of my highlights… (more…)
Recently, I’ve had the great pleasure of reading a charming book writtenfor children but with a deeper message that can apply to us all; regardless of age. Edward Mark Fitzgerald’s first children’s book, a tale called “The Adventures of Wilbur Burrows” in his “The Last Fairy Tales” series, is one I’ve been looking forward to for a while and it did not disappoint. (more…)
When you’re getting ready to have a new baby, whether your first or your 2nd/3rd/19th, the hospital bag is one of the most important things to have planned out. I would suggest not taking the approach I took, which involved a lot of putting it off until it was a little too late and ending up stuck in hospital trying to assemble the bag in dribs and drabs. The earlier the better is the general rule with these things, and if there is a next time, the bag will be being prepared from the 20 week scan!
Anybody who knows me, knows I’m a stationery fiend. I look at pretty notebooks – too pretty to write in – and try in my head to justify buying them just to add them to my collection. In college I had a lot of different notebooks – while this sated my pretty stationery buying urges, my lack of organisation to boot meant that finding random references written on random pages in various notebooks was a bit harder than it should have been, leading to panicked sessions of cramming for final projects. Many hours have been spent staring at the Paperchase website, and many others like it, trying to justify my future lack of food. Who needs food when there is pretty things in life? (more…)
Mid-March is upon us, students are stressed, wallets are stretched after the Bank Holiday weekend and we’re all being told not to look straight at the sun (like that was ever a good idea to start with). Life is hectic, but some things do help to make it not only bearable, but a thing to smile about from time to time… (more…)
This year will be my second Mothers Day. I live in hope that it will run more smoothly than the first, as last year it was my first day out of hospital, I was a fish out of water and wasn’t taking to it very well. This year, I’ve managed to adjust to being a Mammy, adjust to the sleep deprivation, and get on with it, so I’ve got high hopes. I’ve got even higher hopes of 11 month old E learning to read so he can see this list and choose from it wisely. In the essence of the day that is in it, here are a few ideas for spoiling your mother/the mother of your child this Mothers Day.
It’s that time of year again folks. Paddy Day. Lá le Phadraig. St Patricks Day. (Never St. Pattys Day/Pattys Day. Just NO.) The people of Ireland go out in the freezing cold, scoffing down contraband chocolate (it’s a bible sanctioned day off Lent, don’t you know?), probable rain, to line the streets of villages, towns and cities to watch children and adults dressed up as patriotic things like octopuses, fire trucks and dragons. Theres even the odd mention of St Patrick and Christianity, which is supposed to be the focus of the day. The day tends to end with people having a single beverage and quietly making their way home after. Or something.
There are a lot of different events on each year for St Patricks Day around the country; entire festivals formed around our National Holiday. In Cork alone, theres loads to take a look at. These are some of the things that stood out for me as potential bits to pop along to – let me know if I’m missing out on any absolute gems in the comments below!
So if you follow me on any social media, in particular Twitter or Instagram, you may have noticed that I went to London for a few hours yesterday. I might have maybe mentioned it, just a little bit. Or a lot. Fierce exciting stuff as I’d never been before and not only was I going, but there was pampering and child-free Me-Time. (more…)
As I have said previously, none of my peer group of close friends had had babies when I was pregnant, or indeed had my own baby. This left me at a distinct disadvantage with regard to planning play dates or even just socialising – the best cafes (newer, hipster, slightly better coffee) always seemed to be inaccessible and as cute as they did find my son, the lack of conversation on his part (and the lack on my own, between only having baby things to talk about and being distracted by him) was definitely a deterrent. I noticed them pull away a bit and so was left in a bit of a twilight zone. Enter the Mammy and Baby groups. (more…)
Another month gone by. Another first day of the month where I resolve that this is going to be the one where I give up the chocolate biscuit habit (oops), take up jogging (I’ve an excuse for this I swear!) and go to bed at a reasonable hour. That means it is now March, which is a special month for a number of reasons. It’s the month my parents got married, so kudos to them, means I’m here doesn’t it? It’s also the month that I gave birth last year. Oh yes, my little man is going to be a year old. A full year. Wow.
There’s a lot going on – heres just the things I’m looking forward to most… (more…)