So, here it is – surviving parenting | The Year 3 instalment.
I really can’t believe two years have passed from when I first braindumped and came up with ‘First year as a first time mama’ – back then I was amazed
Whats the best thing about a weekend visit to a friends?
It used to be loads of filthy gossip followed by a massive boozy session, three hours sleep, only to wake up a few hours later (vom-free if we were lucky)
Memories of my childhood. [Sorry Mum & Dad].
My parents don't even try to hide the fact I was a Damien child. They don't need to, the proofs in the pudding; my brother is ten years younger than
New friends? Just another bonus of having a baby.
So, as well as having a new amazing little accessory to lug around with you, put in fancy outfits and if you're that way inclined put massive headbands* on a
First year as a first time mama | 12 months of Sofia
I haven't blogged in almost a year, partly because I can never think of anything to blog which may be in the slightest bit interesting…. it’s pretty self obsessive this