I recently announced on Twitter my love for Rusks. Yes, the biscuits. And yes, the biscuits which are for babies. They are so good, and dangerously moreish!
Now not only did I admit this, but some other parents came out of the Twittersphere admitting the same thing, and I realised I’m not alone in my weird love for baby treats!...
Do you ever have days where you realise not once have you thought about yourself?
In bed the other night I realised just that. At 10:30pm I actually had time to think and realised that I had only eaten dinner, along with the odd leftovers. No breakfast or lunch, I had prepared the boys food automatically like I always do but didn’t even think about myself..
Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh – I am feeling super emotional today. My littlest Wilko turned 10 months old yesterday. Why? How?
And more importantly who has put 2016 on fast-forward? I feel as though I’ve blinked and missed Cruise going from 4 weeks to 8 weeks, to 4 months to 8 months and now he’s already 10 months. With Clark, I felt like I had the time to sit and devour every little second, every little dimple, every little thing. But with Cruise it’s been he’s rolled, he’s sat, he’s crawled, he’s walked and in two months he’ll be one.
Being a mum of two is fantastic, rewarding, everything I had imagined but shit, no one told me about the guilt. The guilt is the worst. The fact Cruise is already 10 months old and I feel like I’ve not sat and cherished him, obviously I have, but it doesn’t feel like it as you’re caught up in the whirlwind of having two.
Becoming a parent, as I'm sure many people have said, is the most life-changing experience you'll ever go through, and one which pretty much happens within a few minutes!
I wanted to offer a little advice on becoming a parent, but realised everyone’s take on parenting is completely different, so I asked some mummies and daddies ‘‘What advice would you give to your former-before-children-self?’’ and their contributions are at the end of this post!
So to start, I have a few pieces to share..
It's 8:50am and I'm just about to take my eldest to nursery. Before we leave the house it's routine that I check to make sure I look somewhat presentable, but notice I've already accumulated an amount of mum-of-a-baby-and-toddler stains, yogurt from an unwiped mouth and snot. Yes, I did the very quick pinch of the baby's nose to get the snot and wiped it on my jeans. Don't scowl, I know you've done this before and if you haven't your time will come when you're juggling 700 things at once on a Monday morning.
I should also add that I'm wearing exactly the same as what I wore yesterday. Did you just eww at me? Because if you did I don't have time on a Monday morning to trawl through my wardrobe trying to find something which will make me feel slightly comfortable around the other mums I may see along my way today.
Yesterday, Clark and I had a fun-filled afternoon which consisted of building train tracks, roaring like dinosaurs, hide and seek and painting each others toes.
You painted his toes? Yes, I painted his toes. Why? Because when my blonde hair, blue eyed boy asked if I could paint his toes, not one part of me thought against it, and to be fair I was pretty happy to sit down for 3 minutes.
There was so much excitement in his eyes as he watched this bright pink polish being painted on his toes, and after each toe he said 'Thank you!' Yes, difficult to believe from a toddler, but I did receive 10 consecutive thank you's whilst he sat ever so patiently for me to finish. I would love to say that I've decided on a career change and have booked myself onto a nail technician course, but I don't think anyone would be willing to pay for the type of express pedicures I'd offer!