Hopes and Wishes

A dream is a wish your heart makes said Cinderella and she was right! It’s nice to have big dreams that you can aspire to isn’t it? I often find myself day dreaming about grand holidays and being on beaches – a lot! The lovely Being Tilly’s Mummy tagged me to write down my wishes for the forthcoming year and I have had lots of fun making them. Here goes;

hopes and wishes
Family Wishes

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My Favourite Posts of 2016 (Part Two)

Following on from my favourite posts of 2016 part one, here is part two with more brilliant bloggers!

Bloggers who actually educate you and can forge the way for making changes and making people think differently make me proud to be part of the community. Stevie from A Cornish Mum did this amazingly with her Open Letter to the BBC regarding type 1 diabetes which made people stand up and listen. She really has made me realise the enormity of type 1 and I think she’s amazing how she handles it and spreads the message so brilliantly.

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My Favourite Posts of 2016 (Part 1)

I love a good roundup of posts. There are so many blogs out there that it can be impossible to read them all, so I thought I’d plop them all in one place for you to enjoy with the leftover turkey and chocolates. You’re welcome!

Favourite Posts of 2016

All Touched Out by Harriet from Toby and Roo, is an ode to randy partners wanting to have a little grope but after an exhausting day parenting and especially with a breastfeeding toddler, it’s the last thing on our minds! So funny but so true – one to tag your partners in for a gentle reminder.

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The Mummy Tag

I thought I’d do a bit of a different post today as the lovely Steph at Mental Parentals tagged me, so here goes:



Are you a stay-at-home or a working Mum?

I was a working parent with Charlie but took voluntary redundancy when on maternity with the girls as travel and childcare was not viable.

Would you have it any other way?

There are days where I wish I had a job for myself but I love that my kids know it will always be me picking them up and dropping them off is nice. I also get to attend every school event and not had to miss anything which is very special. 

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When You Don’t Belong

I don’t blog as much as I used to. I vowed this year I wouldn’t take on irrelevant posts and fill my pages with stuff that wasn’t “me” but as the months have ticked by and the posts become fewer and far between, the stats drop and I slip away from social media I wonder how much longer I’m left for the blogging world. 

Dramatic? (Ah go on then, may as well ham it up eh?!) Perhaps. But I struggle to find my place. I don’t have a niche; despite the name I don’t post useful twin blogs where expectant twin parents can flock to – instead I’ll probably traumatise them taking the piss about the craziness of twin life. I have an eclectic mix of topics I post about and are usually complete opposite ends of the spectrum – sarcastic humour and grief. 

I don’t feel like I belong as a blogger. I’m not one to “network” and automate my Twitter feed so it’s an endless stream of link pushing. I also don’t like the whole comment rings, they make me feel uncomfortable. Why would you want to force someone to comment and praise your post or photo, it feels incredibly false. I would rather one person comment off their own back and mean it that twenty who are in it to “scratch your back”

I also am feeling more and more uncomfortable about sharing our life. Not knowing who reads or stalks your Instagram can be somewhat unnerving. The thought that people can screenshot and dissect with friends is really not nice. 

I don’t know where I’m going with this post along with my blog itself. It’s a weird one as I know I would miss it if it’s gone but I no longer feel like I fit in. Everyone with oodles of  ideas and months of post scheduled whereas I’m struggling to write one. I felt like this before Christmas and four months down the line I’m still the same. My blog gave me a purpose but it has done this less and less. Maybe I have outgrown it all? Who knows. If I don’t know myself then why am I even writing this?!

B xx

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