Thirty years old going on…eighty

It’s a Sunday afternoon. Both the kids are in bed, asleep at the same time, meaning mum and dad have a few hours of blessed peace. So what do mum and dad do? Head for bed themselves….for a nap. It’s a blessed luxury, when you can get it. Except when we’re hopping into bed, Adam…

Riley’s Birth Story

The day begins at 6am. We’re up, ready, to drive into the hospital in the city. I am calm and nervous. No, not in pain, because I am to be induced. After three long months of painful Braxton Hicks’, my uterus refuses to give up my son, so eight days after my due date, they’re…

Happy Birthday for this week, little man

Riley’s first ever photo. Poor fella came out a bit battered….almost too big for momma! Edited to add: 3.997kgs born (or 8pd12oz)