Saturday, 28 February 2015

Not quite Goodbye

I've been writing this post for months, before deleting it or saving it and giving the blog one more shot, but the truth is, since Ollie came along I've lost my blogging mojo, and I really don't think its coming back. I started this blog in 2010, it was my journal, somewhere I could record what was happening in my life and in my children's' lives. Back then I just had 1 child, my Big Girl. Parenting was new and strange and I had no idea what I was doing, parenting wise or blogging wise! We were living in a rented house that was about to be knocked down and needed to find somewhere else to call home. I was stressed and lonely and the blog became my outlet. 

It has documented house moves, pregnancies and the births of 2 of my children. It has been my friend, at times it has felt like my only friend, and has held my hand through isolation, loneliness, and depression. There have been times I struggled to put what I was thinking and feeling into words. At those times my blog waited patiently  while I sat crying staring at an empty screen hoping someone somewhere understood. My blog held my hand and helped me back on my feet by introducing me to new friends who do understand, people who have been there before or who are there now. Its helped me to become me again by giving me a voice when I thought mine was lost.

My blog became a source of income, encouraging me to contribute to the family finances letting me know I have skills and talents, I am not worthless. Blogging was my job and something I loved doing. It has given me many amazing opportunities and experiences, some that I've written about here and others I've written about elsewhere. But right now, with 3 young children, home education and studying for my own degree, I have no enthusiasm for my blog. I want to, I want to continue my amazing journey and continue meeting amazing people and doing amazing things, but I'm struggling to muster the enthusiasm and words to write. 

I'm saying Goodbye, I'm not leaving the blogging world forever, my blog will always be here and occasionally I will pop back from time to time, but for now I'm moving on to other ventures. You may have seen us on YouTube, I would love it if you came over and subscribed, and continued following our journey through life. I'm always on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram too, so pop on over and give me a like. 

Thank you for being here, for reading, following and bearing with me when life got tough. 
Until next time 
Leoni xx

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Thursday, 29 January 2015

Cussons Mum&Me Review

I really miss having a bath in the house! When we moved, like everyone, we had to make sacrifices. We initially thought having 2 showers instead of a bath would be annoying, but we would redecorate really quickly. 2 years on, and we still using a cup or flannel over the plughole of the shower tray! This year we are going to redecorate the bath room, Adam has promised its a priority, it's not even a big job. Its just taking out the shower and putting in a bath, but the effort it will involve (blocking up a door way and putting in new tiles) has just seemed like too much, until now. With 3 children, a bath just seems essential. 

When we go on holiday, one of the things we really look forward to is having a bath tub! Its the one time we can properly dunk the children and they love a bath...all apart from Ollie who just isn't sure about it all! Callie hasn't always loved having a bath, in fact making the video below is the first time in her whole life she has got in a bath and not screamed! One of favourite parts of bath time has always been the snuggles I get with my babies after! Swaddling my babies with a towel and they always seem to sit very still on my lap and snuggle into me, I think it might just be their favourite part too.

My other favourite part would have to be the clean baby smell. As they get older I miss the clean baby smell, the smell of baby bath and baby shampoo. I love brushing their fluffy short hair and doing a quick bit of baby massage with some moisturiser. Bath time may not be something we do every day, or even every other day (have you tried bathing 3 children together!) but its definitely something we enjoy.

I first came across the Mum & Me range when I was asked to make a video for the #voiceofmums campaign. I'd seen it in the shops, but had always dismissed it in favour of more popular brands who'd been around for generations and therefore would surely know more about what my baby needed than a newish brand! I tried out their head to toe wash recently and was really surprised to find out it had a gorgeous smell. It's really gentle on my babies skin which is a huge bonus for me as all 3 of my children get dry itchy skin.

I absolutely loved trying out the head to toe wash and loved making the head, shoulders knees and toes video. Watch it below and please pop over to YouTube and subscribe to my channel. I'd love to hear what your favourite part of bath time is, let me know in the comments.

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Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Acceptance and YouTube!

Sometimes words on a page don't quite do justice to the craziness that is our house, for a while now I have been thinking about picking up a camera and just letting you see what happens here. However that requires a level of acceptance that I haven't been able to acquire before. Acceptance that with 3 young children my house spends more than 50% of the time looking like a stampede has torn through. Acceptance of the way I look and sound and acceptance that we aren't a Stepford family. 

I'm still struggling with these things, but we've spent this week putting some footage together in the hope that as time goes on it will get easier! Sit back and enjoy, and please subscribe to our YouTube channel!

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Thursday, 8 January 2015

Sleep Deprivation

Today started as any other day, I woke up at 5am after just 4 hours broken sleep, blearily came downstairs with the 3 little ones and turned on Cbeebies, my eyes closed while they played together and watched tv. Today I just wanted to sleep, months of less than 5 hours of sleep a night are catching up with me and I could feel my patience was already thin. 

Around 11am we went upstairs to get dressed and Big girl slyly picked up a pen from my bedside table and said to Baby Girl 'come on, lets go!' without skipping a beat I said 'put that pen back', 'but I just wanted to measure us' came the response, 'not with a pen you don't' I replied, feeling quite pleased that I had managed to divert a minor incident. Dejected she started leaving the room and just as she reached the door, stopped, spun round and looked at me 'what about a pencil then?' she asked with all the innocence of a 4 year old. I laughed and shook my head, looking back I probably should have been more clear, she wasn't allowed to draw on the walls, the doors, the door frames or any other upright and standing surface in the house. But I was just too tired to answer a 4 year old's why questions, so I left it there. 

A few hours later as I was making lunch for everyone, I had 1000's of thoughts spinning around my head I needed to get them out so, I asked big girl to go and get my note pad and pen from my bedside table. She looked at me, guilt plastered all over her face and said 'I drew on the wall?' I stared at her unable to understand what she was saying, until she went on 'I was just making a surprise for you mum, I just wanted to measure us'. I should have made myself clearer.

From then on the day got worse, Baby Girl burst into tears at every opportunity, Baby Pop got his finger caught in a drawer and it swelled up to the size of a sausage and then Baby Girl threw the phone at Baby Pops head. By 4pm my patience was wearing thin and I was ready for bed, and to be honest, the girls were too! I started making some pitta pizzas only to discover just moments before putting them in the oven, despite the pittas going from shop to freezer, they were mouldy! The whole lot went in the bin and crumpets went in the toaster. Cue much whining and disappointment from the girls while I held back the tears unable to do much else.

Today has just been one of those days where its felt like one thing after another, one of those days where I just want to crawl back in bed and sleep until tomorrow. However when you have an 8 month old who sleeps like a newborn, the chance of catching up on sleep is a rare one. I'm just hoping that tomorrow we all wake up feeling happier, more awake and in a better mood than today. 

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