Twiglet, The One Month Round Up

I can’t believe that it has been an entire month since Twiglet was born. It has gone so so so quickly! She has already grown out of some clothes, is holding her head up for longer periods of time and is smiling! It is the cutest thing EVER! (Well apart from my other gorgeous bunnies, who are also super cute).


So………… is my one month round up on my smallest little bundle:


  • Milk, but only from a Dr Browns bottle, natch.
  • Her big brother, I think it’s something to do with those big rimmed glasses
  • Daddies boomy voice, I’m putting this down to the skin to skin she got from Daddy in the operating theatre.


  • A clean nappy. Pooing in a clean nappy is much more fun.
  • Wind.
  • Match Of The Day, oh no wait, that’s Mummy

Best moment of the last month:

  • Meeting her brothers and sisters (oh and Mum and Dad of course)

Worst moment of the last month:

  • Catching a cold and having a bunged up nose 😦


I have to say that the first month of having Twiglet isn’t quite what I was expecting. Newborn babies I know how to handle, I totally have that shiz down. Handling a 3yo, a 6yo and a 9yo I can do spinning on my t&^s. Doing both, at the same time, while juggling Christmas shopping, school plays, parent/teacher meetings and everything else, is not so easy. Thank god for coffee……………..and wine!


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Colic Can C*&k Off! – Dr Browns Bottle Review

From day one twiglet decided that she was going to be a menace to feed. She didn’t latch on properly, she had the strongest suck EVER yeah, ouch much and she was losing a lot of weight as a consequence.

Then when we moved on to formula, she decided to be the windiest baby in the WORLD! I know at only a week old it can’t be classed as colic, but I knew we needed to do something about it before it DID become colic. So that perfect hubby of mine, at midnight, headed to the supermarket to buy some Dr Browns bottles. Sure they’re expensive, but so is the concealer I keep having to buy to hide the bags under my eyes. Let me just say, they are worth every penny! I am astonished that every parent that bottle feeds hasn’t got these bottles!


And they come in pink and blue too!!!

Dr Browns

They are a bit tricky to put together, but when you get the hang of it, you can (and will) do it in your sleep. I highly recommend the Dr Browns bottles to anyone who has a windy baby or thinks their little one might be suffering from colic. They are a LIVE SAVER!

Don’t Worry – I’ve Got Your Back

Why is it that kids never grow out of putting you in awkward positions? And no, not in a “yoga” kind of way. But in a squeaky bum, this is so embarrassing, ground please swallow me up, kind of way.

When Little Miss was small, we were waiting in the queue at the shops when she said “ugh Mum, that man is so fat!” and pointed to the person in front of us. Mortified, I quickly rectified her behaviour with “it’s not nice to say that word about anyone, and that’s a woman, not a man”.

When Tiny Miss was asked to bring in a plastic bottle for a nursery project, she told the teacher “we only have green glass ones for Mummy’s wine”. FFS.

Add this to the millions of tantrums, refusing to go out in anything other than their pants and the general puke/poo/wee stained clothes that one or all of us end up wearing, and it’s pretty obvious that parenting is simply surviving one embarrassing moment after another.

But the embarrassment is just the start. It’s when they pull you out of your own comfort zone that you really have to take your own insecurities and push them to one side. Those times when you have to go trick or treating (knocking on peoples doors and asking them to feed your children? Weird). Those times when you have to turn up to toddler group and know NO ONE. Those times where you have to take your child swimming dressed in hardly anything with the WORLDS BIGGEST BODY HANGUPS!

Today is one of those days. One of those “please don’t make me, please don’t make me, please don’t make me” days where you know your child has to come first and your personal insecurities second. JJ has been moved in class and doesn’t like who he is sitting next to. Like, really doesn’t like them. He comes home crying because they call him this, or they ruin his work, or they distract him so he gets things wrong. So now I have to speak to the teacher to ask for him to be moved (he has already asked himself and she said no). I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to see his teacher. And I definitely don’t want to walk past the “other Mums” in case they think I’m complaining about their kids.

Unfortunately, I’ve got no choice. Because I am Mum. And no matter what, I always have to have their backs.

Wish me luck!!!!


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