I love Autumn. I love the colours; the way the leaves crunch under foot. I love the freshness in the air; losing my hands in the long sleeves of a cosy jumper. I can forgive the season its short days, wind and rain; it redeems itself with its crisp smell and promise of event gs
I class myself as a Christian. I don’t go to church except at Christmas, I very rarely pray, and I don’t read the Bible…but I still call myself a Christian. To me, following a religion is more than just declaring your love for a deity; it’s about the way you choose to live your life.
The past couple of months have held so many firsts for us; so many new experiences. Amongst so much more, we’ve been on our first family holiday, I’ve gone back to work, and Theo has started nursery. It’s been such a crazy mash up of emotions, that I haven’t known whether I’m coming or going.
Perfect Parents. I hate that term, with every fiber of my being. Where once it was a compliment, it has now become a derogatory term. I follow a number of parenting advice pages on Facebook. I like being able to see how other people are finding parenthood, and understand the struggles/adventures they are going through.
I might kill plants, burn food, not hoover as much as I should and let the dishes pile high by the sink, but I’ve still somehow managed to keep my baby happy and fed. It’s only been 3 months (well 14 weeks, 5 days and 21 hours at the time of writing this), but that’s still an achievement right?