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Not just for Kate Middleton : Seraphine – Leeds, Review

I was lucky enough to be invited to a new maternity store opening in the Victoria Quarter, Leeds. But to be entirely honest with you I had never heard of the name ‘Seraphine‘. None the less, I accepted the invite, stroked my huge 33 week pregnant stomach and decided we should go – if only to get out of the house for the first time in weeks. I had a look at their website and it became glaringly obvious that there was a reason I had not heard of this brand – it was a brand worn by goddesses such as Kate Winslet, Gwen Stefani, Benedict Cumberbatch’s lucky wife and The Duchess of Cambridge herself. They had clearly made a mistake inviting me. My main concern was that this…

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Mum like no one’s watching

Mum like no one’s watching Apparently I have always had an issue with people looking at me. My mum said when I was tiny I would say “Mummy, why are they looking at me?” when out in town. She would say “because you’re so pretty sweetheart” (Mums always know what to say) but of course I didn’t believe her. As I got older and she got less patient she would say “Stephanie, people don’t care about you! They’re too worried about themselves.” But this worry of what other people think of me has remained. When I brought my new born home I honestly felt I was on some sort of Big Brother new mum cam with a panel of Health visitors and midwives in some sort of forced torturous…

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The Arduous Age of Why

The Age of Why My four year old has reached a mile stone. He has entered the age of ‘Why’. I had heard of this stage but had underestimated the damaging effect of this era on the parents. My sympathy is with you if you are currently in this age. It started about two weeks ago on our way to swimming: “Why do we need roads?” Say what now? “Why do we need roads?” Erm… for the cars to go on? (Phew, dodged that one, glad that’s over!) “Why do we need cars?” Say what now? “Why do we need cars?” To get from A to B? It’s at this point you realise that you’re really and truly not qualified to answer life’s toughest questions, to be a parent…

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How to get through your first parents’ evening

First Parents’ Evening He’s only four, he can’t have done much damage yet can he? Yet the mere idea of Parents’ Evening has immediately filled you with anxiety, not least, because you’re now the bleeding ‘parent’ in this scenario. You can be a Teacher’s pet all you like … unfortunately that now means nothing. They are now measuring your worth on what your precious first born has brought to the classroom and your guard is up straight away ready to prove he is a/ the perfect child b/ any bad aspects are purely from his Father and c/ any good qualities are down to outstanding mothering. Your mind starts to race at what he has been up to when you haven’t been around: has he suffocated the class pet? Has…

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