This morning I attended the launch of Boots Parenting Club in the InterContinential, Simmonscourt Road. Tv3’s Xpose presenter Aisling O’Loughlin told us of her experiences as a mother while Irelands Super-nanny Niamh O Reilly from The Nursery gave us some practical sleep advice and one of Boots Pharmacists was also on hand to answer all queries us mammies threw at her. It was a fantastic morning full of chats with some familiar faces, nibbles and I got an awesome goodie box of products upon departure that I’ll actually use. (more…)
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I’m really looking forward to the summer off with the babogs however money will be tight and my energy levels will be limited with our pending arrival due in late August. There’ll be no summer holidays for us this year, or the foreseeable so we’ll be exploring Ireland and some of it’s hidden treasures. There are so many beautiful places to visit and most of them won’t break the budget if you plan wisely and bring a packed lunch with you. Here are
ten nine places you must visit this summer.
Less than one hundred years ago women weren’t allowed vote until our ancestors fought and changed that for us. We now have that power to replicate that historic period in Irish history.
The marriage equality referendum is solely focused on the issue of marriage equality and will NOT directly impact on parenting rights or responsibilities of any child. It gives us all an opportunity to tell our kids that they are valued, and that treating them differently because of their sexuality is completely and utterly unacceptable.
I am voting YES to equality for my children.
I am voting YES because my children and everyone in Ireland should have the right to marry their partner whether they’re straight or gay.
I could be a parent to a LGBT child in the future and I want them to have the same rights as everyone else. I will be voting to change the law for the next generation of children with a YES on May 22nd.
On Saturday night I attended the Irish Parenting Blog Awards in the Odessa with my partner Joe. It was a night of networking, fun and games and a chance to meet all my virtual blogging friends. Since I began blogging almost a year ago I’ve come to realise there is a whole new world of people out there just like me. We all have a passion for writing, networking and sharing with others.
Upon arrival the headline sponsors Glenisk served canapés, they were divine; I even took some home for the kids. We ate a delicious three course meal, there was complimentary wine, I was sober of course and the atmosphere was wonderful. I finally got to meet some amazing bloggers and friends in the Irish parenting community. We played charades, head and tails and it wasn’t long before #IPBawards began trending on Twitter.
At 9pm we made our way to the Odessa roof top for the ceremony presented by Sylda Dwyer of MindTheBaby,ie. I was a finalist on the night, up against some crazy talented bloggers in my category and I’m ecstatic to announce I won the Best Newcomer Blog award. I can honestly admit I was genuinely shocked when my blog name was called.
I also won the award for worst speech on the night too, I’ve presented myself with that one. The shock factor mixed with nerves and the realisation of having to make a speech got the better of me. I mumbled a few swear words on my three or four steps to the stage.
I’ll be forever grateful to my peers for nominating and voting for me. It’s a huge confidence boost being recognised and rewarded in such a way. I will treasure my teapot trophy created by Colorines Wonderful. It’s awesome!
The night was a huge success all thanks to the wonderful committee behind the event headed my Lisa at mama.ie and not forgetting the fantastic sponsors. We even got loaded goodie bags to bring home too. I also won a beautiful hamper from one of the sponsors BirthingMamas, full of Essencia aromatherapy blends. I’ve already played with them and they’re breath-taking.
You can check out the amazing bloggers who won on the night HERE and check out the #IPBawards tag line on twitter.
Team IPB ROCK!!
You Know You’re a Mammy When…
1. You buy an extra pack of baby wipes to clean up random spills, finger prints and your entire bathroom.
2. A twenty minute shower with a locked door feels like a day at the spa.
3. You have an audience whilst showering, shouting the most awkward of questions.
4. You often finish up showering with only one leg shaved and have you have a frequent presence of unwashed conditioner in your hair.
5. You can’t see the floor of your car.
6. You re-define “sleeping-in” to any time past 6.30am.
7. An early night is going to bed the same time as your children.
8. You have reheated your tea/coffee in the microwave for the 100th time.
9. Your kids see you naked more than your other-half.
10. Going to do the weekly shopping is like taking a vacation.
11. You forgot to put the wheelie bin out AGAIN.
12. You will never be able to sort, process or print all the photo’s you have taken.
13. You’ve been washing the same load of laundry for the third day in a row because you keep forgetting to dry them.
14. You can do almost anything with one hand.
15. You consider time on Facebook as spending time with your friends.
16. You mop the floor, you know the kids are guaranteed to spill something.
17. Your home is covered in valuable pieces of artwork that didn’t cost you a thing.
18. You get poop on your hands and you don’t even flinch.
19. Everything you do is an adventure.
20. Your kids use your smartphone more than you do.
21. There is nothing more excruciating than standing on Lego or a kinder surprise toy.
22. You no longer laugh at the parents of hurricane hell raising children on Channel 4.
23. You will spend most of your days with a howling resident on the bottom step of your stairs.
24. Counting to three will be your most commonly used phrase.
25. There is a finger in your ears, nose or mouth and it’s not yours.
26. You prefer cuddling and kids movies to hitting pubs and clubs.
27. You have discovered the miracle of YouTube Kinder Surprise videos.
28. Picking up a baby and sniffing their butt is not only normal, it’s necessary.
29. You don’t speak with adults but S-P-E-L-L.
30. You have convinced your kids that hovering is a game.
31. Receiving hand-me-downs is like winning the lottery.
32. You save lives on a daily basis.
and finally – Becoming a parent is a life-changing experience that never ceases to amaze and you wouldn’t change it for the world. But you might trade in a few hours for some me-time!
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I’m a Best Parenting Blog finalist in the Maternity & Infant Awards and I would love if you had 30 seconds to vote for me. Click the image and scroll to Best Parenting Blog half way down the page and vote for My Little Babog. I’d be forever grateful!!
I was recently invited to take part in a ‘Day in Family Life’ shoot with Berit Alits, a professional wedding and portrait photographer based in Clonmel, Co. Tipperary.
A Day in Family Life shoot is when a photographer joins you and your family in your home half as a guest, and half as a photographer shadowing your daily routines, capturing a visual diary of images as they happen with no posing or direction.
At first I was very anxious about inviting a complete stranger into my home but nowadays with technology I was able to research everything before finally agreeing.
Berit arrived last Sunday and highly recommended continuing our normal daily routine to keep the captured moments more real and honest. As advised we didn’t dress up nor had our hairs done. I wore my everyday BB cream, leggings and had my hair the way it would be any other day because that is how my kids will remember me. As for the kids and the other half, they wore their everyday clothes too.
Kayla took to Berit immediately and began requesting pictures, posing in true fashion within moments of her arrival, while Frankie wasn’t fazed by her presence at all. Daddy on the other hand is camera shy so he found it a little awkward adjusting to been followed everywhere. Although within an hour he was fine.
Berit was so professional at all times. She was fantastic with the kids; she blended in and interacted as she snapped some precious moments that the kids can revisit and put an actual picture to their memories when they are older.
Berit took close to one-thousand photo’s on the day and we received just around three-hundred beautiful images. Here are some of my favourites…
He got a boo-boo…
And yes that’s a five year old wrestling a pregnant woman…
Off to Taekwon-Do…
All that excess energy landed her five minutes on the naughty step…
We went to our usual fairy hunting spot on the outskirts of Blessington in Co. Wicklow…
While the day itself was long it was an unforgettable experience. The photos will be cherished and something very precious to look back on in years to come. Berit has an amazing eye for capturing the beauty in everything in front of her lens, and as an added bonus she is such a lovely person I would highly recommend Berit for all your photography needs.
If you would like to read more on a ‘Day in Family Life’ shoot, or to view Berits amazing wedding and portrait portofolio check out www.beritalitsphotography.com or find her on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.
Frankie has found his feet, he’s not walking exactly, just crawling and climbing EVERYTHING! The sofa, the dog, the presses, the window ledge, the stairs, the doll house, the washing machine, the bed, my leg, the toilet, absolutely everything!
Also every single thing that he has EVER touched goes in his mouth since he began crawling. So far this week I have fished Lego, beads, little Sofia characters, Play-Doh, the hoover cord, toilet roll, crayons, dog food, pebbles and the end of an unplugged charger from his mouth.
Most of the five year olds toys come with small parts and regardless of how careful she is something always falls or gets left behind. I’m like a patrol officer threatening to throw out everything as I’m constantly trying to baby-proof the house.
I hoover every single morning while Kayla eats her breakfast and Frankie mashes his into his hair and regardless of how many times I do this, he will always find a crumb. ALWAYS. Nothing is safe. Nothing I tell you. He loiters around the bin, the dog bed and toilet too.
He is fascinated with everything and regardless of my redirection he returns to investigate and explore every single object that crosses his path. Even Tinkerbell our
lab is exhausted from just looking at him.
He’s slowly driving me insane. I can tell you honestly, I am in no rush for my this little monkey to learn how to walk. He sure keeps me on my toes and this time next year there will be two of them. I’m screwed.
It was another anxious although exciting bump day. I had an appointment with my consultant to see peanut on the big screen to monitor development and to check her anatomy in view of the increased nuchal translucency seen by our sonographer at my ten week scan.
I went alone as the other half was working and unfortunately the Coombe have a no children policy at scans. Something I completely understand considering some of the news we have received but I would have loved have to taken Kayla along, to share the moment with her. She is really excited and already rearranging her room and drawing pictures of her little sister.
My doctor sensed my anxiety and within a few minutes of screen time she told me there was no visual structural abnormalities or soft markers present. Fantastic news! There are limitations to an ultrasound, something we are all aware of but the outcome is still very positive. Everything from the four chambers in the heart, along with vessels, the brain and spine all appeared normal.
Accepting the possibility of our baby having Down Syndrome has been hard, we have questioned our decision about refusing further tests and it has been very stressful at times. I’m a big worrier but I cannot praise our Doctor enough, she has been fantastic. Her empathy, compassion and bedside manner has been second to none. And no matter how our journey ends I will always remember her and for that I will always be thankful.
While I cannot wait for my little bundle to arrive, to see her little face, to show her off to the world, I can only tell you I cannot wait until this pregnancy is over. While blessed, grateful and very lucky to be able to conceive, I’m certainly not enjoying being pregnant. Third time lucky does not apply here.
I love looking at my growing bump in the mirror, realising there’s a person in there, feeling the warmth of flutters and kicks, and day-dreaming of what kind of person she is going to be.
I love when Frankie points at my belly when I talk about the baby. I love when Kayla sings nursery rhymes to her little sister, kissing and hugging my bump, ever so excited.
However, I’m hormonal, I’m tired and I certainly don’t have a glowing complexion.
I cannot chase Kayla in the park, I’m exhausted. I cannot jump on the trampoline, I feel sick. I cannot enjoy food because I have heartburn. And finally I cannot laugh, cough or sneeze because I’ll just piss myself, literally!
The last two weeks I was anxious and terrified I was leaking fluid. After a trip to Coombe I found out I was leaking, not the kind of fluid protecting my baby though, I was leaking urine. How glamorous! I’m spending my days practising my pelvic floor as I peel potatoes, hoover and go about my daily chores. Baby number three has really taken it’s toll on my body.
And then there’s all this nonsense about glowing during pregnancy.
I hate getting dressed. I feel fat, like HUGE, and shoving another sweet, cake or crisp in my mouth doesn’t help. I have an awful sweet tooth. Healthy food just doesn’t satisfy me. I find myself excited putting the kids to bed so I can gorge on sugary foods.
Then the breakouts follow. My skin is dreadful from my recent awfully bad eating habits. It’s spotty, it’s dry and sometimes it hurts.
Hormones, did I mention I’m a raving lunatic? Kids are kids, they will spill, there will be crumbs, and they will act up at inappropriate times.
Everything annoys me. The way my partner sits on the sofa agitates me, the way Kayla spends a year closing the gate on the stairs bugs the shit out of me and the fact my dog Tinkerbell is my shadow and will be for the next few months is driving me utterly insane.
I love the sun. I love the outdoors. I do not like being pregnant, the sun and outdoors combined. I don’t like the rain, snow or wind either.
I know, I’m just a whingey cow! Oh look cake…
So the other half is home for the next week, he is resting, having had successful knee surgery last week. He normally works Monday to Saturday and arrives home shortly before bedtime. Most days he appears home while I’m stressing over dinner, dirty floors, tantrums, teething and/or piles of laundry. Huffing and puffing about the hoover being out four times or trying to explain why Frankie had food in his hair AGAIN.
This week I discovered he will never be a stay at home dad, ever and appreciates everything I actually do. While laid on the sofa resting he got to observe my daily routine while trying to run a business at the same time. And guess what he thinks I’m superwoman!!
Here is how he (I mean we) got on…
‘But you’ve just fed him.’
‘Is he serious? You’ve just hoovered’
‘You can never have clean clothes with kids, can ya?’
‘Where’s them magic crystal sachets‘
‘At what age do they sit there and watch a movie?’
‘He’s taking the piss outta me, I’ve just changed his nappy.’
‘I’m going back to work!’
‘You’re taking him with you, aren’t ya’
‘Can we make some sort of beer helmet kinda thing? Yea no one where he can be connected to his bottle at all times’
‘Can you not just put your food in your mouth and leave it there? Look at this mess!’
‘Third time these floors have been cleaned, this is ridiculous.’
‘Leave Tinkerbell (our dog) alone, she’s cleaning the floor!’
‘There are crumbs in his hair!’
‘Is it bedtime yet?’
‘Kayla I’ll give you a fiver if you clean that mess (Kayla was on the ball and asked for the fiver up front).’
‘Frankie ah-ah… I said noooh… awh he never listens to me’
‘He’s not having broccoli. No way! The hoover will be out for the fourth time, not a hope!’
‘Your mother spent ages cooking that, so you will eat it!’
‘I’m definitely going back to work tomorrow.’
‘Hoover, food, hoover, food, wreck the house, change clothes, hoover, food and do it all again tomorrow.’
‘Oh NO! This time next year there’s going to be three of them, we’re f**ked!’
He won’t be so quick to question why he’s getting a hambo for his dinner next time!