So today the story about the mum who was asked to leave John Lewis because of her tantruming toddler has caught my eye. First of all I thought oh man, that is going to happen to me one day and when it does I am going to cry, Greta has some epic meltdowns when she’s tired. But then I thought it’s ok though, they’ve apologised, it was just one crazy person acting out of line, everyone else will be morally outraged and probably even start being nicer to me when Greta is throwing a hissy fit in public, hurrah! But apparently not so, because twitter was full of people agreeing with the John Lewis worker. And I’m not entirely surprised to be honest because I’ve seen the looks and I’ve heard the tutting and I’ve been there pleading, begging her to stop, throwing sweets at her and promising her a pony if she will just be quiet so people will stop staring. So, to those people with all of the judgement but none of the answers, can we just clear something up? Tantrums are normal. Toddlers don’t have tantrums becuase they are naughty, they don’t have tantrums because their parents can’t control them, and they don’t have tantrums…

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I love that we’re getting in the habit now of doing a special activity just for Greta every Tuesday. Being the middle child, I do worry that she’s going to feel a bit overlooked, so I like to make a special effort for her when I can. Doing a messy activity once a week is just about manageable now Mabel is at preschool and Ernie is a bit older and goes a bit longer between feeds. Trying to do it any more often would be detrimental to my sanity, so I think once a week is enough. So today I just grabbed some paint and squeezed it onto the builders tray and then popped a bowl of plastic marbles in the middle. I didn’t put any paper in because I always find it gets too wet and rips, and then I have to find somewhere for it to dry, only for it to be thrown away a week later when I get fed up of it on the kitchen table. Sad but true. As usual, she surprised me by starting small. She was excited to get going though and picked up a marble and started dipping it in the different colours…

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Like any respectable crazy pregnant lady (or is this just me?) I hoarded clothes in all sizes for Ernie while I was still pregnant. Before he was even born he had at least 10 outfits in each size, up to 12 months. It made me feel prepared (you are never really prepared). The down side of this is that now I don’t get to do any more shopping, and buying clothes for my children is one of my favourite things to do. I also have to mostly put up with what I bought 6 months ago, before I had any idea of what he would look like or how quickly he would grow (really quickly, it turns out). I probably am going to have to buy a few more bits, because at this rate he’s going to be wearing his winter wardrobe in August. Good job it was all bargains :eye roll: So I’ve been busy checking out the Spring collections in my favourite shops anyway, and I thought I’d put together a spring style wish list of things I would buy for Ernie’s 3-6 month wardrobe if I hadn’t been so crazy prepared, and got it all ages ago in…

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‘You are the bows from which your children as living arrows, are sent forth’ Kahlil Gibran The Living Arrows photo project is about celebrating childhood by capturing it in a photograph once a week. I will be joining in with a photo each of Mabel, Greta and Ernie, hopefully using it as a way to improve my photography skills, as well as creating a lovely collection of photos for us to look back on at the end of the year. This week we took our photos at the park. I had planned to go somewhere more exciting like the forest country park, or the beach, but it just didn’t happen. Somehow we got to lunchtime with the kids still in their pyjamas, and by the time everyone was fed and dressed it just wasn’t worth going too far afield. This is life with three children (or maybe any amount of children, I can’t remember), there’s just no point getting your heart set on doing something, because half the time something else will get in the way. And when that happens you have the choice of either trying to stick to plan A and getting really stressed, someone will shout (usually me) and some…

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So….. everyone’s allowed two off-days right? I did not wake up feeling fresh as a daisy on Saturday morning like I’d hoped, and so the day didn’t exactly go to plan. It turns out I had a bit of a cold as well as the general Mummy exhaustion, so I needed a bit more than the 5 hours sleep that I had managed to get, to recover fully. Luckily for me, I have an absolute gem of a husband, who despite being only slightly less tired than me, got up with the kids at 6am and left me in bed. Where I stayed for most of the morning. I know, I thought Mother’s Day had come a day early! I’d love to say it was blissfully relaxing, I really would, but that would be a lie. I mean, I was as relaxed as a Mum can be when all three of her children are still in the house. I did manage a bit more sleep in between having Ernie brought to me for feeds what seemed like every hour, having the girls run in and jump on top off me and put their COLD feet on me, and hearing the bangs…

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Writing this post is a bit like free therapy for me today. I’m writing this on Friday evening and I’ve done that thing where I get so tired that I kind of lose all enthusiasm for life and genuinely feel like I’m incapable of basic things like cooking dinner and getting dressed. As I’m sure you can imagine, this is not really compatible with life as the main responsible adult for 3 children, so today was a bit of a struggle. But we made it (thank you YouTube Peppa Pig compilations). The girls have had way too much screen time today and I have eaten way too much chocolate. Oh well, everyone’s allowed an off day, we’ll make it up tomorrow. Right now I’m just going to write a list of happy things from this week and then crawl into bed (and hopefully wake up a new woman in the morning). First of all some bloggy things. I’ve had some lovely comments on some of my posts this week, especially my Mother’s Day present conundrum post and it’s great to know that I’m not on my own with the Mummy guilt and hopefully inspired a few people to show themselves some…

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I always thought I was going to be one of those perfect Pinterest mums, I don’t know why or what led me to think this, given that I have no aptitude in crafts or baking or art, I can’t even fold my sheets neatly if I’m honest. But for some reason or another, when I imagined my future mum self, I saw my children in beautiful clothes, all handmade by yours truly, despite never having had much success with a sewing machine before. I truly believed that they would sleep in their gorgeous colour co-ordinated nursery, complete with hand painted mural on the wall and stunning crochet blanket (made by mummy of course) to snuggle under. Now, I have since realised that my ability doesn’t quite match my enthusiasm when it comes to all things hand crafted, but I don’t let that stop me. I still throw myself headlong into most projects, with the reasoning that a bad job done myself, is still better than something mass produced and impersonal. So you can see where I’m going with this, if my children are dressing up as book characters for school, you can be damn sure they are doing it in something with…

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I’ve always thought that there was nothing more ridiculous than buying yourself something and then giving it to someone else to wrap up and give back to you as a present on a special occasion. And we all know someone who does this right? Surely the whole point of receiving a gift is the anticipation, the surprise, the wonder of ‘how did they know?’ and the gratitude for their generosity to think of you. Buying something for yourself takes all of the joy out of getting a present doesn’t it? It’s just putting on the show of recieving a gift, and what purpose does that serve? I remember clearly, last year around Mother’s day, expressing my distaste of such mad behaviour. Mother’s day is the absolute worst day of the year to be buying your own presents for. The whole point of Mother’s day is to feel the love and adoration of your family for a years worth of hard Mothering, and how exactly would buying yourself something do that? Nope, I had my cards made by the girls, my new scarf chosen by Mabel, and my favourite chocolates and I was happy. I would never be the kind of Woman who bought their own Mother’s day present. Until, I…

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