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THE MOMENTS YOU CATCH YOUR BREATH

Do you ever have those little moments?  The moments where you catch you breath.  A few moments between the everyday hustle and bustle and juggle that is life.  It can be hard to notice them when your attention is elsewhere.  Work, feeding the kids, signing permission slips, doing the laundry, mentally writing seven different to-do lists.  Then there’s answering every random question your kid throws at you, and being the keeper of all the knowledge, from where the Lego head with the frowny face is, to the names of all the paw patrol pups.  But if you stop and look you will see the moments.

THE RULES FOR PLAYING CARS WITH A TODDLER

We have a sizeable collection of toy cars in our house.  Between the age of 2 and 5 playing cars was the big one’s favourite thing to do.  If he wasn’t playing cars, he was watching Cars.  I have to say I was a little sad when Lego took over his affections for Lightening McQueen and the gang.  I have nothing against Lego, it just seemed like the end of an era for toys he had loved for so long.

Pregnancy Shaming

We have fat shaming, slut shaming, mum shaming, body shaming and who knew but there is even pregnancy shaming. It seems there will always be someone there to attack your insecurities, and this is normally done with the whole wide world watching. With the unkind keyboard warriors on social media, some even justify their harsh comments as being in the best intention for the receiver, a gentle push in the right direction. 

Say Hello To The Newest Addition To Our Blogging Team...Vicki!

Say Hello To The Newest Addition To Our Blogging Team...Vicki!

Vicki Cockerill aka NICU mum of two including a TOF heart warrior, talking all things NICU, heart, parent, maternal mental health and finding any excuse for a gin!

Vicki is an amazing writer, blogger and online journalist and we are lucky enough to have her as part of the ASTF team! Yey!

Boob Out And Singing Moana

Yesterday I achieved the impossible. I took Noah and Winnie out all day by myself to London. We went to my beautiful friend Emma’s house to play with her little ones. This part was fine, traffic on the M25 sucked but both babies slept for the worst of it so I got a few minutes to sing along to grown up songs instead of Moana on repeat.