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The c-word

For once, I'm not referring to the word you might expect to fall out of my potty mouth. Sadly. I've wanted to write a post for a while now, but the world is already overflowing with coronavirus chat, and I'm very mindful of not wanting to add to all the anxiety. But...

The (very) terrible twos

The (very) terrible twos

Don't let that cheeky, chocolate covered grin fool you. This last week has been a real struggle with Rex. As people like to constantly remind me, 'they don't call it the terrible twos for nothing'. Yeah, no shit. Toddlers are renowned for being difficult, I know. But...

Thank fuck it’s beanie season

Thank fuck it’s beanie season

When Rex was about six months old, I went to the doctors because I had a sore on my head that wouldn't heal. First visit, antibiotic cream, second visit, steroid cream, third, fourth, fifth, sixth visit, stick with the cream, they said. Seventh visit and two years on...

Baby no 2: A tale of two halves

At the end of March this year, after a long internal conversation with myself about more children, I had the coil removed. I didn't tell Eamo. I knew if we were ever lucky enough to fall pregnant again that the news would be the best surprise for him. Plus, I didn't...