15 Ideas to Toddler Proof Your Christmas Tree – Christmas Tree Hacks

So the Christmas tree is going up the weekend. Traditionally it goes up on ToyShow night but with been a really cool co-parenter the big kid won’t be here so it will most likely be Saturday night. I’m dreading putting up the tree though. I can just see the boy climbing it and swinging one handed laughing at me like Chucky the Clown. I’ve considered all of these toddler proofing idea’s. Continue reading

How to Prepare For Parenthood

So you wants kids, lots of them, little cute ribboned munchkins running around your home all gleeful. Think you are ready? I’ve compiled a list of things you should try to prepare yourself for parenthood or toddlerhood, cause that’s when it all begins. It’s a breeze till they start walking and talking in my opinion. I think I’ve covered everything but as always if I’m missing something let me know in the comments below.
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Christmas 2015 Gift Guide For Baby

Realistically babies don’t actually need any Christmas presents but I’ll admit even on my first I spent a ridiculous amount on toys she never played with. I’ve made a list of toys, teethers and stuff I would buy again and again that will double up useful and as a lovely Santa gift if you need to put something under the tree especially if you’ve older kids. They’ll also make great gifts from friends, god parents and grandparents. Continue reading

Toddler Boys : The Stuff the Parenting Books Leave Out

The boy or ‘The Terrorist’, as I like to call him is nineteen months old now, a fully fledged toddler. I’ve mentioned before on my blog that I save his life on a daily basis. He likes to climb, dive and leave destruction everywhere he goes. He’s a bundle of never-ending energy. The things he gets up to does not come in the parenting books. Raising toddler boys is serious work. Continue reading

My Unplanned Home Birth : Kadie’s Birth Story

Before I even start I should mention I have a high pain threshold, always have. Last year when Frankie was a few weeks old I broke my foot and walked on it for three days before going to the hospital. Then a few weeks later I split my head open because I’m an absolute disaster and went to my local pharmacy. Horrified at what the pharmacist seen, she recommended I go straight to hospital and I ended up with staples. Continue reading

He’s spoilt. He’s too attached. He’s not going to know what’s happened when the new baby comes.

When I had my baby I held him every second I possibly could. I skipped dinner so he could stay flaked across my chest. I ignored the post man and visitors knocking on the door because he looked too comfortable to be disturbed. I cancelled nights out as I preferred to watch him sleep. And I dreaded visiting friends and family because they robbed my cuddles. Continue reading

The Joy Of Two Under Two

Can you see the cobwebs in the corner? Halloween is well and truly over, I know! I haven’t been very active the past few months, it’s just so busy here with two under two. I’ve been struggling to find a balance and some sort of routine. Most days we can be found cuddling up on the sofa watching Paw Patrol on Netflix, yah for shitty cold weather!

The boy is turning two soon and this post has been hiding in my drafts for awhile so I better get it out there before it’s no longer relevant. It’s super fun having two under two!!

Baby Led Feeding

This week we’ve started baby led weaning Kadie. She’s been munching on melon, strawberries, porridge and sweet potato. And as per usual what monkey see monkey do. If the boy is not strapped down in his high chair he can be found baby led feeding THE BABY. I’ve lost count the amount of times I have raced to her aid to save her from a face full of rice cakes, banana and eh… sweet things.

Mammy Guilt

I don’t believe there is anyway to prepare a one year old for the birth of their little brother or sister. I remember the day we arrived back home with Kadie and thinking he had grown two inches taller and put on about ten pounds, even his hair looked longer (I was in hospital for two days). He was no longer my little squish, he had just grown up. He didn’t appear overly jealous or phased by her presence but as she gets older and more active he’s showing some resentment. There’s been the odd poke and pinch. Rascal!

What’s Yours Is Mine & What’s Mine Is Me Own

If we visit family or friends it’s a necessary required to check the boys pockets before home time. He notorious for nicking things. Same goes for around the home. If you can’t find something belonging to Kadie it’s most likely because the boy has hidden it. Her Gummee Glove, Sophie, Care Bear and soothers are normally stashed in one of the toy kitchen presses or behind the sofa amongst many other miscellaneous items of hers.

They Share a Schedule 

The boy is active. Like active ACTIVE, he’s always on the go. He’s so busy he naps for THREE hours daily. It’s deadly. I have managed to get both their naps n’sync in the morning which is even more deadly. Yes there are days one plays up and decides their not having any of it but same goes for the five year old.

Naptime in the afternoon can be frustrating for the babog when Frankie is loose and running riot. He bangs, squeals and smashes but luckily the babog isn’t too bothered and sleeps through the racket most days!


Both my little babogs suck a soother, while Kadie is not overly fond except at naptime, Frankie LOVES his doddie and there is no chance of him giving it up soon (and I’ve no intentions of taking it either).

If the boy can’t find his soother he loiters about the baby sussing where hers is and robs it regardless who’s watching. We’ve used soother clips but the boy is like the Hulk and he just whips them clean off clothes whether it be his or hers.


Nappies. Poops. Baths. Night feeds. One on one time. Nap time. Bed time. Meal time. Play time. I’d never pass on a lie-on.

The Fear

Kadie knows when Frankie is on the prowl for a soother and now she just spits it out rather than have it whipped from her mouth. One day he was racing towards her for god knows what and she frantically looked around to see if anyone was there to rescue her. At five months old she already knows he’s the one to watch in our house.

Aside from all the antics, running around and sleepless nights having two children under two it’s also one of the most rewarding things you can ever have. I can just see them next year running around killing each other gleefully holding hands, sharing toys and being the bestest pals ever. Right?


101 Reasons Why My Toddler Had A Tantrum

The boy is normally up to all sorts, amusing us all with his crazy antics but my god this week has been a long one. I know he’s super frustrated trying to communicate with us but my head hurts. It’s been seven days of whining, tantrums and tears if he doesn’t get his own way and no amount of cuddling or bribes help.

This week my toddler had a meltdown because…
His sister went to school.
He threw away his hat.
I didn’t strap him into his high chair.
There was not enough milk in his Shreddies.
There was too much milk in his Shreddies.
He ate all his Shreddies.
His wellie fell off.
The postman didn’t deliver post.
His sister was sitting beside him watching Paw Patrol.
I wouldn’t let him play with the toilet bowl.
I wouldn’t let him put Teddy in the shower with me.
I washed my hair.
His wellie fell off.
He couldn’t open the window in the bathroom.
I blow dried my hair.
I wouldn’t let him have a sip of my coffee.
I had the wrong nozzle on the hoover.
The microwave ate his lunch.
His wellie fell off.
He gave the dog his biscuit and she ate it.
It was raining outside.
He kept turning Netflix off.
I wouldn’t give him the remote.
I told him to be quiet that his sister was sleeping.
His Nana arrived and he thought it was his Daddy.
Nana said hello.
Kayla looked at him.
He ate all his melon.
I let Kadie suck on some melon.
He dropped his soother.
I wouldn’t cuddle Teddy (he stinks).
I wouldn’t let him wear my bra.
The water in the shower turned green ’cause he painted himself.
He stood under the shower and water dropped on his head.
I washed his hair.
I dressed him.
His wellie fell off.
He couldn’t open the front door.
Tink our doggie wouldn’t get out of her bed to let him sit down.
I held Kadie to long.
I wouldn’t put his coat and hat on for the 1902383643839th time.
Daddies shoes are too big for him.
There was cheese in his sandwich.
There was ham in his sandwich.
There was nothing in his sandwich.
Tink ate his sandwich.
His wellie fell off.
He wanted the babies bottle.
He didn’t want a pink bottle.
I wouldn’t let him flush the toilet.
He wanted a ‘splash-splash’.
He wanted to get out of the ‘splash-splash’.
I wouldn’t let him have my phone.
Daddy wouldn’t give him his phone.
He got stuck between the sofa’s.
He had a dirty bum.
His sister came home from her dads.
His wellie fell off.
I wouldn’t let him eat any more dog biscuits.
We wouldn’t let him wear his wellies.
The lady at the Soft Play wouldn’t give him her phone.
He couldn’t bring his beaker into the Soft Play.
He couldn’t throw balls at other kids at the Soft Play.
I wouldn’t let him have a knife.
I wouldn’t let him eat a crayon.
I put a bib on him.
I closed the stair gate.
I told him to stop feeding his yogurt to Tink with his spoon.
His yogurt was all gone.
His wellie fell off.
Paw Patrol was over.
I put Kadie on his tractor.
I put Kadie on the sofa.
The guy delivering junk mail was not his Daddy.
He woke up.
I spoke to him.
I looked at him.
His wellie fell off.
He peed on himself in the bath.
I got in with him for a shower.
I got out.
I took him out.
I dried him.
I told him to stop playing with his little man.
I didn’t put his wellies on.
I wouldn’t let him play with nail polish.
I wouldn’t let him smash-up Kayla’s Lego creations.
His sock fell off.
I wouldn’t let him take a selfie.
I wouldn’t let him draw on the wall.
He had to walk to his Nana and Granada’s.
His wellie fell off.
Kayla wouldn’t let him play (wreck her toys).
There is a child-lock on the treat cupboard.
I wouldn’t give him the remote control.
He threw his food on the ground and I wouldn’t pick it up.
Kadie’s hat wouldn’t fit his head.
I wouldn’t give him my make-up brush.
He couldn’t get a nappy on Teddy.
The washing machine door wouldn’t open for him because it was on.
And finally I wouldn’t let him brush my hair with his sweeping brush.

I think you get my drift. There’s more than 101 reasons but I haven’t the energy to type them all up. He’s just a bit of a cry baby this week. Tomorrows Monday. I’m hiding his wellies and hoping for a better week!

*No Frankie’s were harmed in the making of the cover photo. I attempted a family photo by the tree with all three kids on Xmas Eve. He wanted a selfie.