Hello there poppets! / L Plate Mama

On the train to the city, second week in a row. Adventures for the boy and a good outing for me. He loves all the people on the train, the beeping of the doors. His little eyes flutter with the stimulation. At the moment he is still waking up, and the 'stunned mullet' look is adorning his wee face. The pram straps are very good for sucking (I must get around to giving them a good clean). I wanted to write about last night, now please be cautioned, the following is not happy stuff. As I was giving the boy his dream feed, and he was all snuffley and gorgeous and vulnerable it made me think. Not good things to be mulling over directly before bed but I couldn't help feeling for all those babies and very small children in war zones, where the sanctity of sleep is broken by fear and pain and death. The instances where families have bundled their children up and escaped or attempted to escape in the night, fleeing from political or religious persecution. Hushing their precious lo...

In with the new, out with the old.... I’m not much of a Christmas person, however much I try I still seem to be a little bit grumpy on the day. I love Christmas carols, (utterly gutted that I only discovered the Elf channel on the digital radio this week – Christmas carols 24/7! The Other Half was relieved), I love Christmas food, mince pies are a gift from heaven, and in previous years pre-bub I thoroughly enjoyed partaking in a tipple or 4. It’s the key bit of Christmas I struggle with, Family. Christmas can put so much pressure on families; emotional, financial, spiritual. We lost my mum when I was 16, and Christmas after that just highlighted the gaping hole where she should have been. Being so far away from my family now makes the festive season tough, despite the wonderfulness of my partner’s family. Ofcourse this year we had the little man to celebrate Christmas with, not that he had half a clue what was going on. We didn’t get him any presents for Christmas day, having been g...