And breathe


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

What does it mean to be Christian?

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.

Get Rich Quick…and all that crap

I hate the sales pitches. I hate that they are always the same, repeating all their main points at least a million times to try and draw you in, and making you feel like you’d be stupid not to sign up to it.


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

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.

Making Time

If at first you don’t succeed…

Today he ate. He’ll be 7 months old in under a week, and has thus far shown very little interest in food until today. It seems that apple and mango puree is the way to go! Good old Heinz. We’ve been giving him little tastes of bits (the odd finger dab) since he was 4

Shhhhhhh…don’t wake the baby

Ahhh nap time. That time of day where you can sit back, relax, and do whatever the hell you want.  Right?  Wrong. When I think of how I originally planned to make the most of his time sleeping, I can’t help but laugh at myself. I was going to work on my writing, try to

And so it begins.

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?