Okay bloggers I need some help. I am not your most creative person (I owe whatever creativity I do posses solely down to Pinterest) so I need some ideas to reveal we are pregnant with baby number two to the family. It is my mother in laws birthday next week and we want to do something special to announce the pregnancy on her birthday. I’ve had a quick look on Pinterest but nothing has really stood out to us yet. Does anyone have any fun ideas?
Happy valentines day everyone! Valentines day is a very different celebration when you are married with a 16 month year old and another one on the way. There wasn’t a bunch of roses or a soft cuddly toy carrying a heart in it’s arms for me when I woke up this morning, not even a card. I’m not getting taken to a fancy hotel or out for a meal or to the cinema this year either.
But even so, this has been one of the best valentines day I’ve ever had. Because really after 9 years together none of that stuff really matters. The roses I received all of the other years died after a couple of days and the teddies are in a black bag in the attic.
But what you can’t throw put is memories and we made lots of good ones today. We spent a lovely family day having fun, making home made valentines day cards for all the family and watching disney movies. And as I currently write this the hubby is preparing a 3 course dinner consisting of stuffed potato skins, sirloin steaks and apple pie and ice cream for dessert (my favourites) washed down with my favourite fruit cider (non alcoholic for me of course). Who says romance is completely dead?
Enjoy your day everyone x
Okay world, I’m letting you all into a little secret… I’m pregnant! Only my husband and my mum know at the moment. We have still to tell the in laws and the rest of my family. I am only 4 weeks along so we want to wait till a little further along before we start sharing the good news. But I’m so excited I could burst and I feel like I really need to tell someone… So who better to tell than the whole internet (LOL)???
This is my second pregnancy as we have a little girl who is 16 months old. If I have worked it all out right (with a little help from google) my due date should be in October. My little girl, Grace will be 2 in the September so I think I will have just missed out on being able to say ‘I have two under two’ (unless this one is early).
I know it’s going to be quite difficult having two little ones quite close together but I’m ready to take on the challenge. I’ve always wanted to have kids quite close together in age. I myself am an only child and had no cousins or relatives of similar age to me growing up and i often felt quite lonely. Also, my husband and his brother are only two years apart in age and they have always been really close so we always wanted quite a small age gap between our kids. So, 2 years was the perfect age gap for us!
I’m only 4 weeks pregnant at the moment which is really early, but I’ve been feeling some symptoms so far. I’ve been feeling a little nausea and need to pee all the time (sorry if that’s TMI) but apart from that I’m feeling good. Is anyone else at this stage of pregnancy? How are you feeling?
Two weeks ago today I deleted
my Facebook account. To any normal (unaddicted) person this doesn’t seem such a big deal. However, I am not a normal person, I am what you call a Facebook addict. There isn’t a 12 step programme, there is no ‘FAA’ meetings (Facebook Addicts Anonymous – this doesn’t exist but it really should), there are no self help guides or any known cure to this disease I have.
There is no other treatment than going cold turkey.
So two weeks ago today, I bit the bullet and deactivated my Facebook account. It took months worth of going back and forward in my head deciding wether to do it or not and took a whole bucket full of gusto to finally do it but I am so happy I did.
So why did you delete Facebook – a social network adored by billions of people across the globe -you ask?
Well, here’s my answer –
Facebook is the same as any addiction – it’s fun at first, it is the ‘cool’ thing to do, all your friends are doing it so you do it to, but then it slowly, without you even noticing, drains all the fun and spontaneity out of your life and slowly but surely takes over your universe.
I was what you call a Facebook fanatic – I was totally and utterly addicted since word dot. I have had a Facebook account since I was 17 years old and it had been with me through all my ‘transitional years’. It has seen all my dodgy haircuts, questionable outfit choices, drunken girls nights out, fall outs, make ups, break ups and everything in between. Facebook has been my constant companion for nearly a decade of my life. I was truly addicted – I updated my status at least 5 times a week, posted hundreds of photos and ‘checked in’ to everywhere and anywhere I went. I told Facebook when I was happy, sad, excited, tired, hungry or bored. I checked my Facebook nearly 100 times a day. I would refresh my newsfeed about 6 times an hour to make sure I didn’t miss anyone else’s statuses. I would then check my own profile an extra 5 times an hour to check if anyone had liked or commented on a status of mine or messaged me of any sort. When I was out and about I would make a sure to connect to wifi so I didn’t miss out on anything on Facebook and would make a point of checking.
And then I realised I was living for Facebook. My world was starting to revolve around it. I wasn’t living for me anymore, I was living to post interesting things on Facebook. I would write happy statuses that I know people would like to hear (even if I wasn’t happy at all). I would post statuses about my wedding, post a photo of our new car, post a cheery status about us getting our first family home together, or a nice cheerful status about how proud I was to be graduating from university, a nice holiday snap or a countdown of days until my little girl was due when I was pregnant or posting her birth announcement, or posting a nice happy family photo. But I never wrote about the ‘real’ stuff. We all portray these happy, confident people with perfect lives. When people are happily counting down the days till their baby is due, they forget to mention how their back hurts, boobs are sore, that they are constantly nauseous, pee then thousand times a day and go to bed at 7pm every night because they are constantly exhausted. Nobody talks about having post natal depression – feeling so low and so happy at the same time that their head is about to explode whilst at the same time they are putting nice happy photos of their babies sitting up or smiling for the first time. No one states that they have had to take out two loans to pay for their nice new car that they have posted a photo on Facebook of or the fact that they have paid so much to buy their house that they are sitting in garden furniture in their living room and 20p eating noodles every night in life for their dinner to make their mortgage payment. Facebook is not real life. It is fake. It makes you look at other people’s so called ‘perfect’ lives and at the same time makes your ‘real’ life feel inadequate. A study by a British University has found that Facebook makes people feel worse aboit their livesand can reduce well being and satisfaction with your own life. You get sucked into the fake world of Facebook where everyone is living these amazing, perfect lives. Continue reading
I’ve seen photos of muffin tin omelettes pop up on my Facebook and Instagram for weeks now and wanted to see what all the fuss was about, so I decided to try them (I don’t have a muffin tin so used a cupcake tin instead and it worked just fine). I am not the best at cooking and I was a bit apprehensive about trying these but I’m glad I did as I was so happy with the result – they were easy to make, delicious, healthy and best of all – my 16 month old are them (which is a huge big deal as she is very picky eater – she must take that from her dad as I eat anything).
The good thing about them is I didn’t really stick to strict measurements of the ingredients I just threw the ingredients into a bowl, mixed it up and poured them into the cupcake tins and they turned our perfect – you really can’t go wrong.
It the perfect breakfast for a busy mummy to make in the morning as it only takes 2 minutes to prepare and kids love them. They are easy for them to pick up and eat and the good stuff (the vegetables) are well hidden so they eat them and don’t even know it!
This is how I made them –
Ingredients:
Approx 5 eggs
Approx Half a cup of milk
Finely chopped red onions and tomatoes (this is just what I had in my fridge you could also use mushrooms, spring onions, white onions or any other vegetables you fancied)
2 slices of Chopped ham (could also use chicken, turkey or bacon)
Salt and pepper to season
How I did it-
Pre heat your oven to 200 degrees.
Grease your cupcake tin with a little oil so the Omelettes done stick
Then crack your eggs into a bowl and add the milk then mix
Then add in all your other ingredients
Salt and pepper to taste
Mix it all up in the one bowl then pour into your cupcake tin (I mixed mine in a measuring jug so it was easy to pour in)
Put in the over for between 15-18 minutes
Then hey presto your delicious healthy breakfast is ready to eat!!
Enjoy x
Okay so this is the argument me and my husband have been having since the day we brought our daughter home from the hospital? :
Who works harder: full time mums or working dads?
This question is brought up in nearly every argument we have – from who is getting a long lie on the weekends, who’s turn it is to walk the dog or who’s turn it is to do the dishes.
My husband thinks that because he works 5 days a week he should get long lies at the weekend (even though I get up with our daughter at 6am and he doesn’t have to get up till 7.30am to get ready for work) and uses work as a ‘get out of jail free card’ to get out of doing any housework (or walking the dog). And it’s only got worse since I went back to work (only 3 mornings a week). If I question him on any of it he says he uses working as an excuse.
If I ask why he gets to sleep in at weekends he says that I can nap when baby goes for a nap.
I think in the 16 months since our daughter had been born I have maybe napped 4 or 5 times during the day. Men don’t understand that nap time is the time we use to get the house tidied, wash the dishes, put on a couple of washing on, make the beds, moo the floors, get a bit or ironing done or prepare that night dinner. It is the only time in the whole day we get peace to get on with stuff – why the hell would we waste it sleeping.
I don’t understand why my husband thinks sitting in an office from 9-5 is harder work that running around after a toddler from 6am -7pm, making all her meals, cleaning up after her, playing with her, changing nappies, taking her on outings etc – you get the picture.
I do know and understand that being at home with our little one is much more fun and enjoyable than being at work (but this is not my argument)
And when my husband finishes work at 5pm.. That’s him finished. He comes home to a home cooked meal, plays with grace (he is an absolutely amazing dad) then sits in his bum for the rest of the night (okay I admit he occasionally tidies Graces toys away whilst I’m putting her down to bed and does the dishes on his day off but that’s about it).
When I put grace to bed, I then tidy up the remaining mess from the day, do the dishes then prepare for the next day, catch up on ironing etc and finally sit down about 9pm. I’m then too tired to do anything and end up going to bed and starting it all over again.
And he says I don’t work….
What does everyone else think – who should get a long lie this weekend?
Mummy to one 