Silent Sunday…

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After yesterday’s confession about the Day I Shot A Man, it’s day five out of seven of the Keep Britain Breastfeeding Scavenger Hunt and today we’re talking about something I’m an old hand at now. It’s breastmilk pumping. If you normally read my blog and the breast discussions are not your thing, please be advised…
Week 26 has arrived! I can barely believe I’ve reached the third trimester, with my third child. I never imagined I would have one child, let alone three (I’d like four). This pregnancy has been as different as the others; differently positioned placenta (this time he is anterior high, Jensen was anterior low and Lyoto…
According to Juliet, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. I never cared much for the romance of roses. That is, until they actually did come to me under another name – Beards and Daisies. You see, I grew up spending Summer Sunday afternoons surrounded by exquisite, organically homegrown blooms cultivated…
He might be three, but he’s still my baby…
Lately the weather here has made me wonder whether I need to be building an arc. Our garden is a mud pit, and going anywhere in the car means battling with Baby Dragon not to nap…because if he does, we’re up until midnight trying to wear him out. So, we’ve largely been housebound with cabin…
Happy babies = happy parents. It seems so simple. Smiling signals our happiness, crying quite clearly tells a different story. The feelings wavering in between, we use our words to tell people how we’re feeling – and why. My husband knows all about that. But what if you couldn’t? What if all you could do…