Mama’s 1st Friday Night Out

Picture this – I’m on my first Friday night out since Mr Baby was born, kid free and cruising through the Adelaide Hills blaring my old skool RNB and Beyonce jams (because you know – I’m ‘Flawless’ and ‘I Woke Up Like This’ and all that!) and THIS mama has a BIG night planned!

First stop – Hospital. I have some precious cargo in my car waiting to be dropped off. A Poop Sample. Yep – not only had I been elbow deep in baby poop for a week thanks to Mr Baby being sick all week – but the ONLY reason I was having a night out was because that Poop Sample wasn’t going to make its way to pathology on its own. So really – I owe that poop for giving me
an excuse to get out of the house! Never thought I’d be thanking baby poop for a night out… Continue reading


One of those days…

Have you ever had one of those days where everything goes wrong and continues to snowball as the day progresses and it’s as if someone is trying their hardest to break you? And deep down you know that all you want to do is run out the front door, arms flailing in the air as you scream like a mad person and make a run for it? Or maybe your eyes start twitching and you know any second you are going to find yourself hiding in your dark wardrobe rocking back and forth mumbling ‘mummy, mummy, mummy’ (because that’s all you hear 24/7)? Continue reading

Miscarriage: Chances are you have had one or know someone who has…

Miscarriage – the one word that brings with it a flood of emotions for those who have experienced it as well as those who haven’t. Those of us who have personally experienced the heartbreak of having a miscarriage can have the wind knocked out of us by simply thinking of the word. For those who have yet to experience a miscarriage they are instantly filled with dread and wish with all their might that they will never have to experience one in their lifetime. Continue reading

A Mummy Body is a Beautiful Thing!

I dedicate this post to all the gorgeous Mama’s out there. Because we are awesome. Our bodies create little people and our new Mummy bodies should be celebrated no matter what shape or size we become. Our bodies will never be the same as they were prior to having children but that’s ok. We are warriors. We have sacrificed ourselves for the miracle that is child bearing and we should embrace our new body with pride.  Continue reading

Dear Google Doctor – STOP FREAKING ME OUT!

Hands up if the second you feel a niggle in your throat you immediately grab your phone and Google ‘sore throat’ or ‘how to make a sore throat go away’, and then immediately turn to whoever is in the vicinity and yell out “OMG Google says I may have throat cancer!!!!!” Then make a Doctors appointment that second because you are now convinced you have a terminal illness…

Slight exaggeration? Perhaps. But if you are anything like me, motherhood has only exacerbated your inner hypochondriac and I often wonder how mother’s survived before Google. Are we really better off having access to Google Doctor or are we just freaking ourselves the EFF OUT! Continue reading

The truth behind the adage “You will never know until you become a parent yourself”…

I am betting at some point in time, we have all had our parents say to us “You will never know what it’s like to be a parent until you become one yourself!”. And in all our teenage angsty pimply glory we have responded with “Pppffffftttt! WhatEVER!”.

But ooooohhhhh how right they were. Because NOTHING can prepare you for the emotional rollercoaster that is parenthood. A-B-S-O-L-U-T-E-L-Y  nothing! It is one hell of a ride. You know that feeling before you get on a rollercoaster, that nervous, excited anticipation of what is to come? Yeh that – plus a shitload more! Continue reading

Taking the kids out CAN add years to your face…pass the anti-aging cream please!

Up until 11 weeks ago I was a mother of one, and although it had its challenges, looking back now it was pretty damn breezy! My eldest son is 5 and he is quite independent with most things. He is now my big boy who is easy to take out and about. We had gotten to the stage where we could enjoy a meal at a restaurant with him and he was happy to tag along to the shops with Mummy and browse all the ‘girly stuff’ patiently if I promised (bribed) him that we would end the day with a visit to his favourite game store. Continue reading