The Big Chop (all my hair is gone!)

Today I did something drastic.. My last post was all about my New Years resolutions and my plans to take better care of myself, so today I did something radical and had all my hair cut off.. And I love it! Continue reading “The Big Chop (all my hair is gone!)”


2016: putting the “Me” back in “Mummy”

Happy new year, all! 

2015 was such a whirlwind of activity.. Having Baby Boy, buying our first family home and all the work we had done to it before we moved in, and adjusting to life with two under-3’s. It’s true what they say: it’s not double the amount of work when you have your second child, it’s squared – definitely to the power of two!
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Crafty Christmas: a “quiet book” for the boys..

A belated Merry Christmas to you all! I’ve been running around like mad so haven’t had much time to blog over the last few weeks but hope to remedy that going forward.

One of the things I was working on in what felt like every spare minute from mid November to Christmas was a “quiet book” for the boys. Oh, who am I kidding, Toddler Boy will have destroyed it long before Baby Boy is able to play with it, but  in my head at least it was intended for both of them so I’m not obliged to make one for Baby Boy next year 🙂

What is a quiet book, I hear you ask??  Continue reading “Crafty Christmas: a “quiet book” for the boys..”

Scriptures for my children (Part Two)

You may have seen my earlier post on this topic, in which I was talking about wanting to make a “scripture feature” for the nursery/boys’ room. (Aside: can you still call it a nursery beyond the baby years? Toddler Boy is 2.5 going on 13 so doesn’t feel so much like a baby these days..)

Well, I finally did it! So I thought I’d share the result 🙂
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10 things my wardrobe told me..

Moving house a couple of months ago brought home to me one simple truth: I have waaay too much stuff. Too many gadgets/glasses/knick knacks in my kitchen, too many books and DVDs in my living room, and definitely way too many clothes in my wardrobe.

So in order to fit into Kings Drive, we have had to aggressively declutter. And over the course of the last few weeks I’ve done a great deal of decluttering from my wardrobe. Having to think about what to do with each item and how I ended up in this predicament meant that by the end of the process, I was definitely getting clear messages from my wardrobe about the cause of its total overflow situation. I’ll share them here in case you’re looking to cut down to a classic capsule wardrobe or at least get to the point where you feel like you do always have something to wear!
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Grief and faith

Or should I say, my grief and my faith? 

Today I’m really missing my dad. I don’t know whether it’s a subconscious thing but somehow I always find myself missing him more at the end of the year as we get closer to his birthday in early December.

It’s crazy to think that it’s been nearly thirteen years without him already. That I was a scared fresher at university when my parents told us he’d been diagnosed with cancer and he was gone by the end of the summer term.

In the months in between he taught me a lot about faith. He stayed positive, he endured pain, and he never seemed to be afraid. He always believed in his God. And his relationship with his God was a beautiful thing to watch.

My siblings and I have all been raised in the Christian faith and I know it would break my dad’s heart for his death to have threatened my faith in God, but for a good few years, it did. 

It took me a long time to get over the feelings of betrayal and insignificance resulting from the way in which my dad died. If he had been hit by a bus or struck by lightning or something it would have been more understandable to me than for him to be diagnosed with cancer and have months of prayer and faith and communion with God seemingly go unanswered with him dying anyway. Where was the good in a father being taken from his teenage daughters and long-awaited two year old son? Why would God refuse the most heartfelt and most important prayers I had ever made but grant me success in exams and job interviews and so on? What was the point in praying if we can’t influence God’s plan, if God wouldn’t change it even in the face of the fearful desperate prayers of a wife and her children?

To be honest, I don’t think I’m much closer to answering any of these questions. But I think the difference is, now, I’m ok to park them. I believe in a God, not a genie who grants whatever wishes I put to him. I believe God is good. He took Dad when he did, for a reason. I don’t know what that reason was, but maybe what needs to come out of it is that each of us strengthens our relationship with God. I am so much closer to my mum and sister than I was when Dad was here and I was so much of a daddy’s girl, because of what we have been through together in these thirteen years. My mum is awesome, absolutely amazing. She has been through so much and taught us so much by example. I hope I grow up (ok, grow older) to be even half the woman she is.

Of late, I have been quietly motivated to work on my relationship with God. Dad never met my husband or my sons, but in thinking about them I know it’s important to me to raise them in our faith. That means I need to be strong in mine.

I’m going to start by committing myself to reading the Bible more, to study what it says about God and the relationship He wants to have with us. 

And in the meantime I’m going to try to pop round to the cemetery and say a sorrowful hello to my wonderful father at his graveside.

We miss you, Daddy. Sleep well.

x Michelle

How many hours does it take to eat a grapefruit?


I must admit, I started off today feeling rather smug. After Baby Boy’s 8 a.m. feed, we were both rather awake and had some nice play time for a while. He’s two months old so by play time I really mean me making faces at him for an hour to get him to finally break his straight-faced stare and give me a big gummy smile, like this:

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6 things my kids have in common with my smartphone

You’ve probably experienced that sinking, panicky feeling when you realise that you’ve done the unthinkable and left your phone at home. Usually when this happens to me, it’s too late to go back and get it – like just as the train to work pulls away from the platform with me on it. If, like me, you’re somewhat addicted to your phone, it means spending the rest of the day driving yourself crazy wondering what you’re missing and what’s going on on that little screen back at home. Usually I get back and find that absolutely nothing has happened – no missed calls, no voicemails, and nothing but spam in my inbox. But it occurred to me the other day that it’s this same feeling, just super amplified, that I get when I leave my kids at home (albeit with a responsible adult .. Or Hubby.) I constantly wonder what amazing development I’m missing (“Toddler Boy learned how to solve Fermat’s Theorem while you were out!”, maybe) or what fun they’re having without me. Only to get home and find everyone pretty much as I left them.

So, here are some other ways in which my kids remind me of smartphones! Continue reading “6 things my kids have in common with my smartphone”