A few days ago I turned thirty five. It’s weird because I still don’t really *feel* like an adult yet I most definitely am one. I mean 35 is normally a whole new age bracket to tick on forms right? If I got pregnant now I’d be a ‘geriatric’ mum (no plans to though!) I also think I look my age now more than ever, I’m getting eye wrinkles and I definitely have a middle…
Three. Definitely no longer a toddler, let alone a baby. It’s crazy to think this little dynamo has been in our lives for three years. He’s exasperating and adorable in equal measures (well, most of the time) and he is the biggest challenge I have ever faced. The kid has balls, the kid has no sense of boundaries or danger and can push all of my buttons at once, and then turn into the sweetest…
This week was my Birthday week! I turned 33 on Tuesday! I still don’t really feel like an adult though (will I ever?) but it was fumy looking back through my timehop app and seeing birthdays from the past 10 years! Most of them were spent out of the country in fact, France last year, Prague, Germany, South Africa… I used to always try and be out of the country for my birthday as I…
