Today, little man was awake for thirteen and a half hours. Solid. Straight. NON stop. Now, he’s never really been a “napper”, Little miss used to nap in the day and I loved it, time to *cough* tidy up and do a bit of housework (or, more likely than not, nap with her, read a mag or watch rubbish, but don’t tell anyone that!) but this little boy? No such bl**dy luck! Daddy left at 6.20am, (or around there, didn’t actually hear him leave, oops,…

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Hubby had two lovely days off on Friday and Saturday, (hardly ever off on weekends, joys of being a photographer) so we decided to make the most of the sunshine (yes, sunshine!!) and headed out. Friday was Brighton. Little miss had a friend round for a sleepover on Thursday and we took the three kiddies out for the day. It was a brilliant day! Rides on the pier, fish and chips on the beach, a bit of paddling, a long walk to the marina, via…

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The lovely Amy over at And 1 more means four has started a Birth Story carnival, so I thought, 1 year on I would write about the birth I had with little man. Its not short and its not pretty but it happened so here goes… Hubby and I spent 6 years trying to conceive a little brother or sister for little miss, with three failed IVF’s and several miscarriages under our belt, we’d sort of “given up” started relaxing, enjoying life and forgetting about…

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I know this blog post is a bit late, but what with Easter holidays, birthdays (Little man and mine) and sick kiddies, I’ve not got round to writing it up, so here we go! We didn’t want a massive party (not enough room, wouldn’t remember it, trying to sell flat blah blah blah…) but we did want to do something for his first. Little miss had a little family party when she turned one, so we decided to do the same! The day started like…

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I was in hospital, walking up and down hundreds of stairs trying to get my labour to start! I had been induced and the first try failed, so I was getting ready for another “go” 12 hours later!! Even though I had the birth, and aftercare, from hell, whenever I look back at it, it makes me smile, because my gorgeous, loving, gentle and happy boy was born healthy and perfect, no matter what happened to me. (I wonder if this is natures way of…

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