My take on the joys and difficulties of being a parent, here I am not pretending to know it all… at all just trying to figure it out like every other parent on the planet and have some fun doing it. :)
From the first days of my pregnancy, the one constant I received was.. “You are so lucky”. “She’s going to be such a big help.” “This age gap is going to make having a baby so much easier.” I too, fell into it for a little while. How awesome I thought, a permanent little helper. I must have been on some really great pregnancy vitamins, thinking that a preteen and a toddler would be a good combination.
You know how you listen to some birth stories and you cup your mouth with sheer disbelief! You’re not sure whether to thank your lucky stars it didn’t happen to you, or to half wish it did because it’s such a good story. I have got one that will make you giggle a little, just at the thought. Let me start by saying these birth stories are not only reserved for movies!
It’s pregnancy awareness week (12-16 February) and Valentines Day *insert soppy music*, My Daily Cake’s post earlier about Antenatal Classes this week spurred me to share our little amusing story, another reason to add to why I love my husband!
When I first heard about Baltic amber beads I must admit that I had my suspicions. I’ve heard of the healing power of certain stones but never actually experienced it first hand. I am generally the kind of girl that likes first hand experience because you know you can’t believe everything you hear/read. This week however has laid those suspicions to rest and made me a believer.
This last week in our home has been tough. School started, routines aren’t exactly set in stone and we are still finding our feet. Can someone please inform the teachers that? My child has been getting REAL homework. By this I mean we are working every single day till 8pm. I have discovered after much screaming, hair pulling, a few sobs, that my child is distracted. Aren’t we all? I hear you, but easily, very easily distracted is more what I mean. Struggling to focus actually. Sadly to top it all off – I’ve been making it worse.
After giving into the cellphone craze and getting Emilie one for her birthday. Gasp! I know. I regretted it a lot. Not just because it was a little irritating. In her excitement she would send me hundreds of voice notes, pictures and emoticons daily (after school). It was also a little scary. The mobile network we chose recycled numbers, so the number we had belonged to someone prior to us having it. Meaning she received strange calls at least once or twice a week.