Who am I? I'm Bunny, mum of two boys. This is how I introduce myself 99% of the time. This is how I define my identity to others. “I'm a mum”. And yes, I am, and yes, my kids are two of the most important people in my life, but if I put the whole… Continue reading WHO AM I?
Read Mum Guilt: Part One Now, I may be opening myself up to criticism here, but I've compiled a list of 15 things I think mums should NOT feel guilty about - and believe me, I had to stop at 15 or this post would have gone on forever and ain't no mama got time for… Continue reading MUM GUILT: PART TWO
Piggy-backing on my post about the struggle - but super-importance - of being kind to yourself, I feel it's equally as important to address another issue that mothers face more regularly than nits, grass stains, undie accidents, wet towels left on the floor, toilet audiences, and tantrums, combined. Mum guilt, I'm looking at you. Mum guilt… Continue reading MUM GUILT: PART ONE
Some days, I love being a mama. My eldest little man uses his manners without being asked, brings me cups of coffee (or wine on really good days) and is kind and helpful with his younger brother. Littlest man is delightful and happy, and content playing independently for a while in between feeds, sleeps and… Continue reading SOME DAYS JUST SUCK
Earlier this week we decided to take the kids fishing… if you can call it that. Actually, we sacrificed hooks and softbait to the sea gods in exchange for a few bits of sea weed (which we respectfully and graciously returned). I think my first line got snagged about a minute after I cast it,… Continue reading TINY ADVENTURES COUNT TOO
If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all… unless it's about yourself, and then it's OK, right? Isn't it funny how we can be so honestly and wholly supportive with friends who are struggling, yet when we are struggling ourselves, our inner dialogue is so negative, harsh and judgemental? How… Continue reading BE KIND TO YOURSELF
I had a beautiful moment with littlest man yesterday. I was feeding him in bed and he decided he wasn't that hungry after all, so he tried to climb all over me instead. He found my belly, and started running his tiny little fingers over all the hundreds of little ripples left when my skin… Continue reading MY BELLY WAS HOME