Dear Toby, At 11:58 on July 8th 2014 you came into the world and created a brand new Mummy. Ever since then you have continued to make me a new Mummy every single day; you guide and teach me how to be the best I can for you, and I’m sure I can say the same for Daddy. We both learn so much from you.
**This is a collaborative post** Martha is already showing great sporting prowess at only 2; she runs and jumps constantly, can balance well, scoots like a child at least double her age, and can dribble and kick a football like a (semi) pro! Phil and I love this about her, and are keen to give her any opportunities possible for her to progress in any sport she may want to pursue as she grows up.
*This is a collaborative post For the last couple of years we’ve kept family holidays to within the UK, and they’ve been really enjoyable for all of us so we’re now thinking about where I next adventure will take us. Part of the fun is in the journey itself; new scenery, stops for lunch in beautiful tearooms or family-friendly pubs, playing I Spy. Driving with young children can be stressful, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be.
I try to live and let live, but then every so often my choices and my integrity – or those of my loved ones – are called into disrepute either directly or indirectly, and I have no choice but to use my voice, my excellent grasp of grammar, and my redheaded fiery nature, to scream back at the perpetrators.
I recently (half) jokingly responded to a text asking how I was, with the overview “Marriage and parenthood are wonderful but hard, depression is f’ing awful, I like coffee, gin, and Sertraline”. The reply was that I could sell millions of books with that synopsis, and my friend and fellow blogger Amber from Meet the Wildes said that ‘I like coffee, gin, and Sertraline’ would make a great mug.