Nothing could have prepared me for a 3-year-old boy, so I’m writing this as a tale of caution. A PSA if you will. If you’re expecting a baby and there’s a chance it could be a boy…read on. And thank me later.
It was just me, my mum and my sister growing up so my experience with boys until having Luke was limited to opposite sides of the classroom at school and the occasional school dance, where I stood awkwardly waiting for something to happen. I never expected to one day be outnumbered willies to daifas (Luke’s word for vagina) but alas, it has happened. Everyone knows kids say the craziest things. What no one tells you is that you will too. Here are some of the the more memorable things to come out of my mouth since becoming a mother. Please note Read More
There are two types of people in this world. Power poopers and those who poop for hours. I fall into the former category and my boyfriend, in the latter. I’m seriously in and out. 5 minutes is at the top end of the scale for me. Even with my phone. Joe? I’ll be lucky if I see him 30 minutes after he closes the door. Here’s the miraculous bit…somehow, his absence isn’t noticed. Ever. Usually around the 15 minute mark I’ll start dropping subtle hints to Luke to try and guide him in the right direction. “Maybe daddy’s seen your Read More