The last few weeks, I have been struggling with pelvic girdle pain (PGP). It can manifest in different women in different ways and is the all encompassing term for pain in the hips and pelvis and can travel down through the legs. The cure? Have the baby. 93% of the time at least. For me the pain is in my hips, mostly on one side, … Continue reading A House Divided
I have been meaning to write this post for a while. I have even had requests. Well…. truth be told, the requests were for the recipe and not necessarily a blog post to wade through. How and ever, a blog post it is. And it’s all about cinnamon. Cinnamon, surprisingly, seems to be a divisive spice amongst my circle. I would never have thought it, … Continue reading Cinnamon – Love It or Hate It?
“Can we make flapjacks?” comes the eager request most mornings as I peer out through my sleep deprived haze. This new ritual involves the Little Paddler climbing in to her helping box and transferring porridge oats from their storage bucket in to a baking tray and back again. Occasional queries of “Is this enough?” and “Mammy I made a mess – you clean it.” can … Continue reading Morning Rituals
We have a little morning tradition in this house. When the Little Paddler comes in to our bedroom, Mr. Fairweather gets up with her to make the pot of coffee. They have a little look out the window and ask, “Fox?” “No fox.” The day can proceed then because the lone surviving hen is safe for another while. One morning though, I got up before … Continue reading We’re Hunting Wabbits (vegetarians look away)
Lately, I have come to understand the “terrible twos”. I read somewhere to try and look on them as the “terrific twos” because of how amazing it was when you stopped to think about all your child was learning and developing in this phase. And I really do try and think of them that way. But, lately it has been hard. We have to keep … Continue reading The Terrible Twos
My mom’s house is small. Quite comfortable for her on her own now, but certainly cosy when we were growing up. A little two seater and two armchairs were crammed in on top of the fire. If they were all occupied when a visitor came, one of us got bumped to the stick box. Sometimes the teeny coffee table was pulled out and my parents … Continue reading My Start Up Guide
“Do you want to help mammy make a cake for when daddy comes home?” “A SUPER DADDY CAKE! YAY!!” The sheer joy that the Little Paddler can inject in to sentences is quite infectious. I am not sure whether the super refers to the cake or the daddy or maybe it simply covers both. Either way, we have developed a habit of most weeks, making … Continue reading A Super Daddy Cake!