Posts by MousesMama

‘…and then she threw her broccoli at my head’

Toddlers. You often hear of the term ‘terrible twos’, but I hadn’t fully anticipated the sheer magnitude of this stage until it, quite literally, smacked me in the face. True, Winnie is currently adjusting to having a new sibling, her whole world is evolving, and her parents are having to share their time between her and a small baby; but she had been showing signs of certain behaviours long before her brothers arrival.

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‘…and there I stood clutching a plastic Minion, and sobbing’

To the old lady in the supermarket who positively shuddered at the sight of my daughter eating a Kinder Egg at 7:43am. This is for you. Hello. You might not remember me. In fact, I’m pretty darn sure you won’t. I’m irrelevant to you. However, you made a big impact on my life last Tuesday. Fancy that. My husband had left for work at 6am and I found myself at home with a

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Let them be little, let them be free

Bottle or breast It’s not up to me whether you feed them your chips or some mango purée If you let them watch YouTube or teach them some French Let them snooze in a Bugaboo or in the park on a bench Whether you allow them to run or ask them nicely to sit Shout when they’re naughty or explain calmly “don’t hit” If you dress them in Zara or charity threads Let

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You’re my everyday adventure

I cradle you at bedtime, I reach for you at dawn, and though my eyes are bleary, my arms are always warm. I help you build brick towers, I catch you on the slide, we play with paint and stickers, and I find you when you hide. We bake and jump in puddles, you splash me in the bath, and I feel my heart rejoicing, each time I hear you

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‘She’s just like Usain Bolt, only with a little more sass’

As the world watches with bated breath (on catch up, obvs #timezoneprobs) the delights of Rio 2016 are unfolding. Besides a little glimpse of the opening ceremony and some swimming highlights (*ahem* priorities), I haven’t had much of a chance to witness any of the incredible sportsmanship from the games this year. Thankfully I share my home with somewhat of a sports fanatic and have been ‘lucky’ enough to have

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‘It’s like being blinded by the sun but not being able to feel its heat’

  As a new mother, I embraced the chaos that a newborn could bring. I laughed at urine stained bedsheets. I smiled at 2am feeds. I rejoiced at staying in my pyjamas for two weeks in a bubble of bliss. I was a mummy and this tiny, innocent little being was everything I had ever wanted. I was in heaven. As the days went on however, it became harder to

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Dear friend…

Dear Friend, I’m sorry that I missed you I’m sorry that I lied Your birthday card was 10 days late, but please know I really tried. I’m sorry that your distant, that you think that I don’t care That I shouted “see you later”…but then failed to meet you there. I’m sorry that I missed you I’m sorry I didn’t call It’s not that I don’t want to chat, I

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‘I could’ve learnt Portuguese, but all I did was lactate’

I won’t bore you with the details, but my brief hiatus in the blogging world has been tough. Really tough. A hefty health scare, general bad luck and a few mama mishaps have found their way into daily life and have left me feeling somewhat fragile. Now that I am back however, I have chosen this post to give a quick overview on the developmental changes we have made over

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‘She’s smiling and her hair smells like ACTUAL shampoo’

Comparisons generally lead to feelings of inadequacy. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I have wistfully looked into a cafe window and spied a mother enjoying a latte and perusing the latest copy of Grazia, with her sleeping babe in a pram beside her, whilst I scamper past covered in breakfast remnants and wrestling a bread stick from Winnie’s nostril for the millionth time. ‘How come her baby will sleep in its

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‘We go nowhere without our trusty tambourine’

Back in the newborn days I used to somewhat over pack. Even a short jaunt to the shops involved loading up a rucksack large enough to rival that of an 18 year old setting off to explore Asia for six months and I would worry about even the most far-fetched of scenarios. I tried and tried but I simply couldn’t just pack the essentials. Now, thankfully, I have relaxed somewhat and ten months of using

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