Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Day one in the Tudor house without Evan.....

So It's fair to say that as months go January has been a bit of a tough one on the parenting front. There have been a variety of reasons that have worked against us and taken its toll, leaving me to properly live up to the name of Frazzled Mum!

Firstly, the weather has been rubbish and as many of you other parents out there will know, this creates rather limited options on the activity front, resulting in an epidemic of cabin fever. Secondly I have a sneaky suspicion that the terrible two's might have well and truly kicked in, as Evan over the last few weeks seems to be particularly strong willed, stubborn and (I guess I can say it as he's my child), on some occasions a damn right pain in the backside. 'No' certainly seems to be the favourite word in his vocab (even when a question is not asked!?!?), and I don't mind admitting that it's starting to wear a little thin.

It didn't help that Evan came down with a high temperature and heavy cold about two weeks ago (bless him), which caused speedy alternative childcare arrangements so our poorly little man could be looked after. He literally didn't know what to do with himself for over a week.

So all in all as the end of January approached both Scott and I were well in need of a little bit of rest and recuperation....and that has thankfully come this week in the form of my parents returning from holiday and offering to take "The Boy" back to Wales for a few days....yeeeaaah!

Share and spread the word -

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

Comfort food with a twist...

Anybody that knows me will no doubt be surprised to see me posting a recipe as I am not known for my culinary skills, in fact it is fair to say that I am a pretty shocking cook. I would say that probably 90% of the meals cooked in my house are prepared by my husband.
 
However, my little boy has been poorly the last few days so consequently we have been staying close to home, and so on Sunday I decided to have a bash at cooking a lovely home cooked meal for my family. I would love to say that I just became overwhelmed with the desire to be a good wife and mother and provide my boys with a hearty meal, but in reality it was more to do with the fact that my husband was hung-over and therefore it was looking highly unlikely that he was going to venture anywhere near the kitchen and prepare anything of note! I therefore settled on a recipe that my sister had recently given me, a spin on an old classic...cottage pie, but made with sweet potato and leek mash.
 
It’s effectively the same recipe as cottage pie...onions, carrots, mince and stock, along with ready to eat lentils. But the twist is that the topping is mashed sweet potatoes and leeks made with crème fraiche. I guess it only really works for anybody that likes sweet potato, but for me it gives it that lovely added sweetness and doesn't bloat you in the same way that normal potatoes sometimes can.

Share and spread the word -

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Parenthood...the reality versus the fantasy...

You may have read in one of my earlier posts that I had decided that 2014 was the year that I got off my backside and got more active. So in the spirit of getting fit and also doing some fun stuff with Scott and Evan, last Saturday was the day set for our first family bike ride.

The sun was due to shine all day which in itself was exciting enough following the grey wet weather we have had of late. We had gone to great lengths to get this family bike ride organised. Up until last Saturday I didn't even own a bike, so at 9am Saturday morning we were in Halfords buying a new bike in anticipation of the family fun that I had no doubt lay ahead that day.

We had also spent several evenings researching the best bike seat to purchase for Evan that would allow for maximum enjoyment for our little man. (now.. when I say we had spent several evenings researching what I meant to say was Scott had done the research and I had just stuck my two penneth in whenever I felt the need!) We finally decided on the Weeride which sits at the front of the bike, allowing for full interaction and resulting in Evan not having to spend the vast majority of the bike ride with his head stuffed into his dad's backside! We even paid an additional fee to guarantee a Saturday morning delivery....surely nothing could scupper our plans...


Share and spread the word -

Thursday, 9 January 2014

Things I would tell my twenty something self...



When I was younger I always wondered what the saying youth is wasted on the young meant...it just never made sense to me...but boy do I understand it now. Since turning 40 last August I have been thinking a fair bit about how different I am from the 25 year old girl who left her little South Wales village to go and live in London all those years ago. In many ways I am exactly the same person as I was 15 years ago. I am still incredibly childish, still have a potty mouth and still if I am honest feel much more at ease and confident in the company of men. However, I also realised that I am also incredibly different in many ways. I am so much more confident in my own skin and my abilities to make the right decisions, and the only opinions I care about now are from the people who care about me.

So this started me thinking about the person I was at 25, the choices I made, good and bad and more importantly thinking about what I would have done differently if back then I'd had a crystal ball, or maybe my future 40 year old self whispering into my ear and guiding me through the confusing chaos of my twenties.

Share and spread the word -

Saturday, 4 January 2014

Reasons to embrace January.....


I always find it strange that every year I get a little sad when my Christmas tree comes down and no longer stands in the corner of my lounge winking at me with its pretty little lights. Even stranger that I should feel that way when it is only ever up for three weeks. But all the same I miss it greatly when it disappears for another year, signifying the official end of Christmas and the beginning of the long, cold miserable month of January.

But it's not just me feeling this way...most of us seem to have a real dislike of January. We all feel a little down post the Christmas fun and most of us are also a little short of cash. It’s at this time of year that we ladies are usually feeling a little down on our bodies following the inevitable Christmas blow out, and there just seems to be a general air of underlying soberness...literally, which of course is in such stark contrast to the previous month.

Share and spread the word -