The Mum Caked In Crap

26 weeks, half a year, 6 bleddy months. No idea atall, where that time went. For me to say that it has gone fast would be a complete understatement. I never imagined myself with two children, but now I can barely remeber what it was like with just the one, although I recall it being wayyyyy easier. So anyway, our 8.4 pound bundle is now tipping the scales at 16 pounds, and getting reactions like "oh isn't he chunky" "god Genna he looks way older than 6 months" "oh hes lovely" "are you enjoying having two its hard work isn't it? But isn't it amazing too" ....  I'll agree to some extent that it is amazing, you know I pushed out two fantastic looking children, that bring light to my families life, they make me smile on a daily basis, BUT they also make me cry. Actually, its probably still my hormones calming down? How much longer can I use that excuse for? Any ideas, perhaps at least until he's a year, hopefully. My hair is...

10 BABY NAMES I LOVE - but will never use now Thanks for the offer, but I'm good with two. Here are my 10 most fave names if I were to have 10 more kids 1. Emma 2. Teddy 3. Eliza 4. Beatrix 5. George 6. Matilda 7. Edie (Edee) 8. Otis 9. Marnie 10. Barney What do you think of my names? What names do you like traditional or out-there? 🖤

No idea where 5 months have gone. No idea atall. It only seems like two days ago we were bringing our new baby boy home and showing all of our friends and family his 10 tiny toes, now it's more of repeating myself "yes he's a big boy, no he doesn't sleep, yes he loves his milk, yes he's nearly in the next size". Personally, this isn't my favourite age, I enjoy it when they can sit up for themselves, but when they start to roll and move around on the floor I love it! I feel like Rupert is starting to explore his toys and start to watch exactly what his sister is doing now. He's also learning to explore my hair... you know, pulling, tugging, ripping clumps out. Its really enjoyable mostly when i'm stood talking to somebody at the door and he takes a clump, wraps it around his fingers 400 times and then yanks at it, and I have to refrain myself from saying "ohhhhhhhhhhh holy shit get off me". Instead I say "oh you naughty boy grab...

I haven't wrote on here for 4,5,6,7,8, or so weeks.  My reasoning is that we've moved and it took a ridiculous amount of time to connect back to the internet. So here I am again, to share the joys of my life as a mother, who must be nuts; for moving with two children.  Now I was up for the challenge of it all, but to be honest I didn't expect such an upheaval. That probably sounds ridiculous and naive, but I truly didn't. I am totally gobsmacked at how well our 3 year old daughter has adapted to a new house, and not just a new house but a totally different type of house. I was so paranoid about it all and how she would feel, but she's been exceptional. She struggled for the first week and kept asking when we were going back to the old house, which really did break our hearts, but after asking a few times she's not asked again.  I actually think it's me who has struggled the most, I feel like I just cannot get organised or get my head around things...

A child, older or newer rocks a relationship. To hell with it, kids make relationships hard, I'll say it, I'm not scared. In many ways I'll thank my daughter and my son, for making my relationship with my partner solid. Our children are the foundation to our lives. They are the two missing pieces of our puzzle. Sometimes though, it's a struggle. To even be in the same room as my Man. We'll compete about who got the most sleep, or lack of. We'll argue over irrelevant crap that means nothing. Some days bring tears, and silent screams in my head, and other days I curse at him whilst he's in another room. Some days it's a gigantic hurricane, which turns into a twister, which spirals out of control, because he might of got to go out for an hour, and I didn't. We soon settle the hurricane, and there is barely a breeze. I sometimes feel like we can't make a commitment to eachother, and I feel like an evil villan who 'stole date night'...

Tucking my first born in, it was apparent. I was struggling. The sleepless nights, the sore breasts, the sheer exhaustion of being a new Mum, it had taken its toll, and it was real - very very real. The baby blues had hit. Rocking a baby to sleep that didn't want to sleep, was the ticking point. It made an emotion arouse that I never imagined in my life that I would ever feel, especially towards my own flesh and blood, my own child that I had birthed. With tears rolling down my cheeks and my two week old daughter hanging from my arm, I tapped into my phone "Symptoms of baby blues and depression two weeks after birth". I was shocked to see soooo many Mums that had typed the same as me into Mumsnet. The pit of my stomach was filled with a sick feeling as the first symptom said 'feelings of not being good enough for newborn baby'.. Oh my god its me, what a hideous person I am. I was meant to be a Mum, I was meant to feel maternal and amazing 24/7. After a wee...