Friday, 24 April 2015

Growing Another Leaf On Our Family Tree

I'm so so happy to be able to tell the world that our family is growing!
In October we will be adding another little pumpkin to our patch and we are all over the moon!




We found out we were expecting in February. We had gone to London for valentines weekend and I had been feeling weird all night so bought a test, but it was negative. I saved one and took it a few days later and sure enough, a faint but definite line was there!
10 pregnancy tests later, and a lot of disbelief we paid for a private scan to see our little tiny pip.

The pregnancy combined with whatever mystery illness I have going on just wiped me out for weeks. And I have honestly never ever felt so ill. 
But now at 13 weeks I'm starting to feel more myself and now the children know, we can tell everyone!

The children are over the moon to be having another sibling, and haven't stopped kissing and singing to my tummy. They love being part of a big family so every time we grow their love grows too. 

Everyone, meet our little pip!

Gender guesses suggestions are welcome, as I can't decide what I'm feeling, though I do feel strongly it's a boy but I'm feeling drawn to girls names and clothes. 
Esmée and Grace want a girl called Ella, Bella, Maisie or Wednesday. Zak wants a boy called The Hulk or Jack.... None of which will be used so name suggestions are also welcome! 

Lucy x

Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Easter Holidays, Non-Chicken Pox And The End Of Our Breastfeeding Journey

It has been hectic here the past few weeks, combined with health issues I haven't had time or the mental capacity to write here at all.

First of all was the Easter holidays; I love having the kids at home all together. But it rained a lot, (meaning over kill of colouring books and card games) and 4 children trying to wade their way through their height in chocolate is a sure-fire way to wear mummy out!

We made it through (just) and in between ironing uniforms and sorting book bags, I just happened to notice Zaks face was covered in suspiciously chicken-pox-looking spots but they didn't start to spread! I took him to the doctors the next day, and the doctor was certain it was chicken pox but because they hadn't spread to come back in 2 days to be seen again.





In the mean time I had noticed it had been 2 days since Tommy had even asked for milk from me. We had agreed as he is coming up to his second birthday that if he stopped asking, we would stop reminding him, so as he went along his full energy day to day business, the thought of breastfeeding was far from his mind, and has been seemingly ever since. I'm sad that our journey has ended but I'm also proud at this step in his development, and his new found independence.

We went back to the doctors, three housebound days, three snotty receptionists and an hour in the hottest quarantined waiting room in the world and the doctor confirmed the non spreading spots are not chicken pox- so back to school tomorrow where I can enjoy my feet up for an hour in (almost) silence!
I'll try not to leave it too long between blogs next time but I have to wade through 2 weeks worth of child induced house destruction and to be honest a hot drink and biscuit are much higher on my priority list, so I'm not in a rush!

Lucy

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Tattooed Mother Of 4; Why My Skin Doesn't Affect My Parenting

One thing I hate, as people who regularly read my blog have probably gathered by now, is seeing people, especially parents, being judgmental towards other parents. Sure, we all know there is people out there that maybe aren't doing the best job they could be with their children, I try to not judge anyone's personal situation, as it really isn't my business to do so.



Amongst judgement for parenting choices (which there is a lot of), people also judge you for the way you look as a parent-which is bizzare.
I think I look pretty normal, nothing too outrageous, just a few piercings and a few tattoos. I dress quite normal just jeans, t shirts and converse/docs, but people still stare. I suppose I don't fit your typical "mumsy" stereotype when it comes to appearance.

It's not even like tattoos and piercings are unheard of nowadays, and I wouldn't say mine are excessive anyway (I have toned it down a lot since becoming a parent) but people still stare, and turns out they're judging me. 
My children go to school in a nice village, and I know come September when it's a new term and there's a whole batch of new parents, I will be the one that catches everyone's eye, and they're not discreet about it either.
It's not just school, it's everywhere we go, if we take the kids shopping, me and josh call it "two head syndrome" and try not to let it bother us, but you can see it in people eyes, they're disgusted! 
Summer is equally as bad, when more skin is visible, and people are a lot less discreet about their gawping and it leads to the children asking why people are staring. They don't see our tattoos or stretched ears; Tommy attended his first tattoo convention at 10 months old, and on rainy days the kids spend time colouring in my unfinished pieces, so to them it's totally normal! 
It wasn't until speaking to someone I know that I found out just what people are thinking when they're staring. She said when she first met me she thought I was common, lower class, and just assumed I wouldn't be a good mother. She said she was glad now that she got to know me and can see I'm none of them things, but it still hurt(s) that people think I'm below them just because of my appearance, especially when it comes to my parenting. 
Don't get me wrong, there's probably a lot more reasons people stare, but I think the combination of 4 children and tattoos spells bad news to some people. 


Our skin doesn't affect our parenting, or our lives. We live in a nice village, in a nice house, and our children are well dressed, healthy and most of all happy. Having tattoos doesn't stop me reading them bedtime stories at night, having tattoos doesn't mean I don't kiss their poorlys when they hurt themselves, having tattoos doesn't mean I'm any less able to tickle them until they cry happy tears. I'm the same mother inside, regardless of whether I chose to collect artwork on my skin, or on paper. And the only people's judgement that matters towards me or my parenting, is my children's. 

It's sad that in this day and age, tattoos are still judged, and used as yet another thing to tick off on a long list of parenting failures. I try not to let narrow mindedness bother me, but I don't want it to one day bother my children.
Parents that judge others for anything, appearance, choices-they're setting a not-so-good example for their children. And while my children will never grow up to judge someone for having no tattoos, they may still have to deal with the prejudice attached to having tattooed parents, which breaks my heart, and all I can do is hope that things, and people change, and soon.


Lucy x

Monday, 23 February 2015

Ten Things I'm Thankful For

Day to day life can get hectic and stressful and it's easy to find myself taking things for granted, so thought a good idea would be to make a list of 10 things I'm grateful for and why!



1. Coffee
Coffee fuels my life. If coffee didn't exist I dread to think what 4am morning calls would look like. If I put dummy's in the fridge and try to screw a teat from a baby bottle onto a milk bottle AFTER coffee, I dread to think what I could be capable of.

2. My children
Soppy, yes, but I truly am grateful that all of children are happy and healthy. I am madly in love wi each of them, and not a days goes by that I aren't thankful for them. I make sure I kiss them goodnight every night and that they always know how much I love them. The miracle of life never fails to amaze me, so to think I made them (with a little bit of help) and I made them so perfect, I am very very thankful... To myself for making such awesome kids!

3. That person that invented on demand TV
Literally don't think I would manage properly without tv shows of my choice at the touch of a button. 4am wake up call? A Disney film is bound to hypnotize said waker-upper so you can catch an extra 20 minutes. Hoover upstairs? In The Night Garden buys you plenty of time. Cup of tea while the baby sleeps? Quick catch up of Hollyoaks. Feeling broody? Watch 3 episodes of One Born Every Minute in a row and be quickly reminded how painful it is. On demand tv is genius. 

4. My friends
When you become a mother, true friends are few and far between. I have my handful, the ones I know I can count on whenever and whatever. I happen to have a lot of friends all over the world, that I have met over the Internet. I see pictures of their families every day, I read about their lives, and we speak about stuff that matters. People might argue that people you have never met can't be a true friend, but every person I know from the Internet has different bonding ground with me, and someone that is there to talk to you through tough times is someone I consider a friend. I'm thankful for knowing all the people I know, all over the world, from all aspects of life.
Which brings me to the next thing I'm thankful for...

5. The Internet
The Internet is a wonderful place. I often sit and wonder random things, then Google them. Because the Internet knows everything. The meals in our house would be boring if it wasn't for Pinterest, I did most of my Christmas shopping whilst doing night feeds, bought the majority of my wedding online, and let's not forget, I plucked up the courage to first speak to my husband on the wonderful World Wide Web-anyone remember MSN?
Of course the Internet can be scary too, I hear plenty of horror stories, read loads of written untruths and doctor Google has diagnosed me as dying at least 5 times this year... But for me, the Internet has essentially been my lifeline, and for that I am very very thankful. 

6. My past
This is a bit of an odd one. Anyone that knows me knows I have had, let's say, a "colourful" past. Lots of hurdles and lemons been handed (but who hasn't?) Yet I am thankful for everything that's happened. Because everything that's happened in my past has moulded me into the person, wife and mother I am today. I'm not saying things from my past don't hurt me occasionally but I try not to dwell on them, and try to see the positives. Would I be as strong and happy as I am today if it weren't for my past? Probably not. So I have to be thankful.

7. My Husband
Of course everyone loves their husband, and everyone probably thinks the same, but my husband really is one of a kind. We started dating when I wasn't in a good place, and he just took it in his stride and made it his mission to "fix" me, from the bottom of his heart, because he loves me. He's the most chilled out, family orientated man and works hard for us so we can have the life we have for which we are blessed. And we owe it all to him!

8. Weekends
In our house we live for the weekends. Sleeping in until 7.30am, staying up late, quality family time y'know. We live for the weekends, and it baffles people that make plans on weekends for nights out etc that we don't always want to attend. Truth is, the weekends are the only time we're not rushed with work, school runs and Josh is home with us. The kids don't go to school so we try to make quality time with them while we can. I'm not thankful for how fast weekends go and how fast Monday comes around, but for us our weekend time is our bonding time so is very, very precious. 

9. Sleep
Sleep is amazing, any little sleep I may get. Grabbing an extra half hour in a morning, napping during the day with the baby, I love the feeling of recharging my batteries. And let's face it, we're all nicer people when we've rested. So I'm thankful for every morsel of sleep I can find myself, because my kids do not feel the same.

10. My Life
Last but not least I am very thankful for my life. Rewind 8 years and things were a lot different, my life could have gone two ways and I'm grateful it went the way it did. We've worked hard for everything we've got, which has been sometimes difficult in the process, but then it's been 100% worth it. I love my life, and I love being me, and I love being "us". Life is good. :)


I plan to read this when I'm feeling a bit down or when I feel I'm taking things for granted. Can you think of anything you're especially grateful for?


Lucy x

Sunday, 22 February 2015

The Day That Mummy Married Daddy





Our family, as you've probably grasped by now isn't your average family, we do things how we like, not how people think we should do them. We had our children, then we decided to tie the knot with our babies being part of our big day. Not traditional, but then, who is nowadays?

The Proposal:




Since Josh's father was a small child, he always holidayed at a place called Brixham in Devon. It's a stunning place, with little coves, and a beautiful harbour. His dad loved it so much, he took Josh and his brothers there as children, and for Josh it was always a perfect place full of happy memories, so when we started a family of our own it was inevitable we would take them there too.
Brixham times are always happy times, and all Josh's dads side of the family feel the same about the place. Whenever we've been, there's been parents, grandparents, uncles, cousins, second cousins- all enjoying our holiday with us, which made it just that extra bit more special. 
In 2012 we were enjoying our holiday there and Josh was acting really strange, disappearing and being really quiet. Then we had our "mummy and daddy" night out. Our chance to go for a meal and a drink and a walk by the sea on our own.
I remember getting ready and Josh's mum was fussing "are you not wearing something more dressy?" "What about your nails?" And me thinking what's the big deal? I'm not the girliest of girls, I only dress up properly if it's a really special occasion. Tonight I was just looking forward to enjoying some respite with my boyfriend, so up I threw my hair, left my nails chipped as they were, put a basic layer of make up on, threw on my outfit and I was ready in 15 minutes. No big deal. 
We took Josh's grandma to bingo before we left, and he was furiously scribbling out the numbers. His grandma and I looked at each other baffled, and it was at that point I actually thought, wait a minute, is something going on here?

As we set off he had calmed down a lot for the walk down to the restaurant, but as we got there he started fidgeting and went to the toilet 3 times in a row. I asked him if he was ok, and he said yeah, then leaned forward and reached for his pocket and my heart sunk as he handed me a ring box and said he had something to ask me. The rest is a blur really and I can't remember what was said, but we exchanged a lot of hugs and kisses, and we cried. And the ring was stunning. 



WE'RE ENGAGED!!!!

After a few drinks, we went back to the caravan expecting to surprise Josh's parents with the amazing news. Only to find half the family in there with cards and champagne-they had known all along! Tears were shed again by everyone, and after a glass of champagne with the family, me and josh went to bed as a newly engaged couple!


Our Wedding Day!

We were in Brixham in 2013, a year after we had got engaged down there, and just sort of came on to the subject of getting married down there. It was just a musing, but quickly snowballed into ideas and thoughts about our big day by the sea-so it was decided pretty quickly. We would get married in our special place, and we would do it almost to the day we got engaged, down in Devon, with just our closest family around us. And the wedding planning started. 

We (I) planned it quite quickly and efficiently, with juggling the children and wedding planning, the Internet became my best friend, and week by week our wedding stuff started to accumulate and our special day began to come together. 

It came around really quick, and before we knew it, it was the night before the wedding and the whole family werein the hotel having drinks, celebrating the fact that I would be "Mrs F" in the morning!

The only thing that was worrying me was the weather. We were having an outside ceremony by the sea, and rain was the last thing we needed. And it rained ALL NIGHT. I couldn't sleep from the sound of the rain, it was the back end of hurricane Bertha, and was like a tropical storm. We did have a Plan B, should the weather not have been kind, but that wasn't ideal, so I spent most of the night praying for a miracle. The excitement of what was to come in the morning was keeping me awake too, and the fact that I couldn't get comfy without josh there to cuddle, that night I didn't sleep much at all. 

That morning I woke up full of beans and excitement at 6am, after 3 hours sleep, and was cursing myself for booking the registrar for 3pm. My bridesmaids quickly made it down to my room and my lovely husband-to-be sent me breakfast to my room, with a bottle of champagne and a heart warming letter. My bridesmaids brought me their gifts, the most thoughtful "something old, new, borrowed and blue". My "something old" was screen shots of messages I had sent to my maid of honour when me and Josh had just started seeing each other, my something new was a leopard print garter, my something borrowed was a special bracelet of my maid of honours, that only on wrapping it for the big day, had she learnt the jewellers that the bracelet was bought from, was "Fraser hart" (meant to be?!), and my something blue was a beautiful blue charm for my pandora bracelet. They had also bought a beautiful card, and two hand stamped cake forks. We cried, laughed, and poured ourselves some champagne, and the ball was rolling-IM GETTING MARRIED TODAY!

 


The day went quickly, with hairdressers, make up artists, parents, bridesmaids, just popping in and out all morning. I had stayed relatively calm, but as soon as 2.30pm struck and I was all ready to go, panic set in. 
It went pretty smoothly, with the plan being that my closest people would walk down the aisle in front of me; Zak, Thomas and my brother as page boys, my bridesmaids, Georgia and Emily, and my girls Grace and Esmée, and our niece Anya as flower girls, the only blip was that the two youngest (Anya and Tommy) were too hot and tired to join in, so with a quick shuffle around of who was walking with who, we set off down the aisle.



The first verse of "all of you" by John Legend rung clear and loud and I don't think there was a dry eye there. 
Grace had written, and read a beautiful poem during the ceremony, which was very special for us, it was very personal for us so I don't want to share the exact words, but it was about us uniting as a family and how the wedding not only meant the world to us, but to the children too. 
I could barely say my vows through tears, and Josh was the same, it really was every bit as emotional as people made out. 

That moment we were pronounced husband and wife was everything I imagined. The whole world slowed down and for a moment it really was just the two of us uniting.
The sun shone down for us, and it wasn't until after the ceremony that the guests spoke of a strange thing happening as the registrar pronounced us husband and wife-a dark rain cloud had formed just above the gazebo we were stood underneath, and as the registrar said the words that married us, the cloud parted and the sun shone straight through with a beam straight onto the gazebo. I'm not sure I believe in a higher being, or ghosts, but it did make me wonder, was it my beloved nana making sure the sun shone on my big day. She passed a few years ago, but the hurricane that had magically stopped just for my big day, strangely shared her name. So whether it was my nana Bertha or just a massive coincidence, I'll let anyone else decide. But for us, something really special happened that day. 



The reception room was beautiful, with a cd playing of all the songs that meant something to us, and the room looking just as I wanted, I realised all my hard work had paid off. It was bustling with excitement, with drinks flowing, perfectly emotional and funny speeches and lots of dancing with just our closest family and a few very close friends, I realised all my hard work had paid off. The whole day was everything we had wanted it to be, though in hindsight I may have changed a few things, but on the day, nothing else mattered. 









One of the best things about our day was the effort our friends and family made to be there with us, the travelling, and hotel stays, just showed just how much being at our wedding meant to others too, one couple in particular was Emma and Phill, one of mine and Josh's best friends. A few months before the wedding, Emma was told her brain cancer was terminal, and she was very ill at the time of the wedding, but her determination to be there was strong, it was the first thing she put on her "bucket list" and I am so so glad she was there. Emma passed away just less than 3 months after our wedding and for her to share the memory of that day with us is something we both will always hold so close to our hearts. 




There was tears of laughter, tears of joy, smiles, and truly happy times that day and although cliche, it really was one of the best days of our lives-that ran into the next day, as after the wedding we went clubbing in Torquay until 3am!
Every day is another day married, and it still doesn't feel real that I have a husband, we really are the full family unit now and to us that means the world. 


Lucy x

Photographer: Craig garside photography
Cake: daisy cakes, Torquay
Cake topper: etsy.com
Dress: White rose bridal
Flowers: Wild floral designs
Wedding venue: the livermead cliff hotel, Torquay 

Thursday, 12 February 2015

The Mummy (And Daddy) Wars Part 1

Sorry I've been a bit quiet, it has been manic here and fatigue is kicking me hard this week. 
In recent weeks and months I've heard and seen a lot of parents passing comments and judgement on other parents. Stuff like this really really upsets me, it plays on my mind a lot, I just wish people would realise ITS NOT OKAY!



When I had my first daughter, nobody I knew had children. It was great. I just got along with everything how I wanted to do it, blissfully ignorant to the parent politics I would later be faced with. It wasn't until I had given birth, and as I started seeing family, health visitors, visiting baby groups and expanding my acquaintance circle that I started to realise what actually was going on. People congratulated me on my natural birth and breastfeeding, and I started to wonder, do people think having painkillers (during the most painful thing you will EVER experience in your life) is a bad thing? Did people really frown upon someone for feeding a baby milk from a bottle? Turns out they do and it totally baffled me!

Giving birth is everyone's own personal experience. Surely we should be congratulating people for bringing their baby into this world, whether it was by Caesarian, with every painkiller there is going, or with no painkillers at all. It's a woman's prerogative to accept the birth she had. And to be honest, none of it should matter once your precious babe is in your arms. Especially not to anyone that wasn't there. 

You may think, I had it easy being the one that was breastfeeding-nope! I had my fair share of stares and passive aggressive comments. Turns out instead of parenting alongside each other and setting an example for our children, people genuinely think we're competing. It doesn't just end there either- I found if, good forbid, you give your baby JAR food, people will gasp, or smugly say how they cook everything Annabel Karmel style, organically steamed and fed to their babies fresh. My eldest wouldn't eat my cooking (yes my cooking really is that bad) and jars were the only food she would eat, apart from yoghurts. Does that make me a bad parent for choosing to feed my child something other than yoghurts? No. I think it's quite the opposite-I was concerned that my baby wasn't eating, so I took the initiative to do what I thought was best for her given the circumstances. But people's reactions sure made me feel I wasn't good enough. 

I've breastfed, I've bottle fed, I've co slept and I've put my baby in a crib. I've jar fed, I've puréed food and I've done baby led weaning. None of my choices were wrong, as me and my babies were happy. 

What people fail to understand is that each and every one of us is different. That is the beauty of life. If everyone was brought up exactly the same, we would all act and be exactly the same, and the human race would probably become extinct because no one would find love in anyone that was programmed the same as everyone else.
What I mean, is that in the grand scheme of things, in a child's whole life, why does it matter if they sleep in a cot or your bed (safely of course), does it matter if you "build a rod for your own back" by letting them sleep in your arms. Does it matter if you had them sleeping happily in their own room from being a few months old? Or that they're still in your room as a toddler? I really don't think it does. I've heard people gasp at a 1 year old eating sweets, and people roll their eyes at the mother that doesn't allow her 3 year old sweets. People push babies in prams, people carry babies in slings, it's ok for people to have just one child, and it's ok for people to have 8 children, women have babies with different dads, babies born out of wedlock, babies born all to the same father, or childhood sweethearts married before babies. None of it matters, and bashing others choices is not ok. 

It's at the point now, where guilt or embarrassment eats away at mothers. I was once one of those mothers, whilst finding my feet I often wondered if I was being a terrible mother by my choices. The fact that I cared about what type of mother I was and was always thinking of my child, reassured me I was doing just fine. When I speak about breastfeeding for instance, mums, bless them, feel they need to justify why breastfeeding didn't work out for them, or make a point of mentioning they did try it but it didn't work out. While the mums that bottle fed are embarrassed to highlight their choices, by fear of being judged. These people are mistaking me as one of the mummy warriors. I'm not. Parenting is such a personal choice and experience, that as long as the baby is happy and you are happy with your choices, there should be no reason to feel guilt, no matter what you have chosen.

Being a parent is a reason to celebrate, and moulding your little miracle is your responsibility. There is no wrong or right way to do it, as long as it's right for everyone involved. People with opinions on the outside aren't involved, and I'm sure we would all be much more relaxed and happy with our choices of others could paint on a smile and stop judging other parents, after all, you never know the full ins and outs of anyone's situation. So next time you see a mum or a dad doing their best, give them that smile-you know the one I mean. The one that says "you're doing just fine."

This is called part 1 because I feel strongly about it, I will most definitely be writing about this in the future!
Have you ever found yourself at parenting prejudice, or every unknowingly passed judgement without realising what effect it could have? Would love to hear your thoughts!


Lucy x

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Why I Chose To Have A Larger Than Average Family





I've lost count of the number of comments I've had about my larger than average brood. Luckily I understand most of these comments aren't said maliciously and (unless pregnant, where I would gladly rip off someone's head for speaking to me in a morning) the comments really don't bother me.
The one thing that does baffle me though, is how odd people find it. A lot of people don't understand why anyone would have more than one or two, but for me, I don't think my family is large, I think it's just right for us.

Growing up as an only child was a lot more difficult than it sounds. I never had anyone to talk to, other than my parents. I spent my early childhood playing by myself (which I think attributes to my fantastic imagination), and as I got older I had no one to stay up late telling ghost stories with, or sneaking to the kitchen for a midnight feast, careful not to wake my parents-I never had that either.
I had two hard working parents, and any cousins I had lived miles away, so as a young child, I was often with no one of a similar age. 

I went to a childminders while my parents were at work-which I loved, with just a few children there, we all bonded and spent time doing fun activities and playing games with one another before and after school. I loved the hustle and bustle of meal times, and seeing all the different shoes all lined up, it was one of my favourite places to be. I had a close bond with my childminder, so I really enjoyed my time there. 
I yearned for a sibling, for a life friend, for someone to be there for too, but my wishes never came true, and it broke my parents' heart as they gave up and accepted I was to be an only child. 

This took its toll when it came to my teenage years. At the age of 11 I gained a half brother from my dads new relationship. Though I was so excited, and of course I love him dearly-most of my personal development had happened by then. I was what you might call a "difficult" teenager. I had jet black hair and thick eyeliner, and listened mostly to music artists that understood my angst. I never wanted children at that point, and as the other girls at school dreamt of weddings and children, I didn't have a dream-I was sad and lonely. 

It was being sad and lonely that essentially pushed me into motherhood. I fell out of school, and into a whirlwind relationship, and after just 3 months together, just turned 17, I found out I was pregnant. Now I bet you're thinking "what a difficult situation to be in"; I was 17, living alone, at college with no job. Or are you wondering how I came to make the decision to parent?
The truth is, there was never a decision to make. As soon as I saw them two purple lines, the words "ok then" came out of my mouth, and that was that. I was overflowing with love and excitement. I'd never felt like this before, I had someone, finally. I had so much love to give to this special person I was growing, and I couldn't wait.

As soon as my eldest daughter was born, I knew that she would one day have a sibling, I couldn't have her feeling an ounce of the loneliness I felt. And I couldn't wait to feel the love of growing a life inside me again. The feeling of finding out you're pregnant, the roller coaster of emotions in them first months, devastated at having your head down the toilet for most of the day, but also so relieved when the sickness comes as you have reassurance, the wondering of what they'll look like, clashing with wondering how you'll find the space in your time, arms and heart for them. 
Them first kicks and the scans, the anticipation of labour, and them very first moments meeting the person you've exclusively known for 9 months-all so magical. The little one that's shared every 2am toilet trip, the one that's heard the theme tunes of all the day time tv you've fallen asleep during, the one that whenever, no matter how tired or emotional you are, has just given a little kick and a nudge to reassure you that you're not alone. The one that comes into this world, looks into your eyes and just knows you already.
These feelings are indescribable. So when I found out I was pregnant again, I was over the moon. We planned this pregnancy-though I was ashamed to admit it then, afraid of what people would (and did) say about an 18 year old pregnant with her second child.


Two years after my eldest boy was born, Josh and I had another baby, two years after that we had another.
Each time, I grew as a mother, my love grew for each of my children, seeing the love they had for one another. My love grew for my husband seeing him doing the new daddy thing again, my love grew for my body as I appreciated the amazing things it could do, and my love grew for my family, seeing everyone unite for this, my, little celebration of life. 

It's not just the pregnancy I love, I love every age. The learning, the different personalities, I love studying their faces for family traits and hereditary features. I love the way they speak, the way they think, but most of all I love the way they love each other.

Amongst all the nappy changes, clothes hauls and "housework Sunday's", life is pretty good with a house full of love. It took me a while to realise it, but when I did it was clear to see that, as The Beatles once told me, love is all I need. Love made me grow into the person I am, and the 6 of us here, we're a pretty good team, a team that I'm not ashamed to be a part of. 

Of course I'm not saying that being an only child is a bad thing, but for us, a big family is perfect!


Lucy x

Monday, 2 February 2015

Blogging, Coffee & Introducing My Family


I'm sat contemplating my very first sentence of my very first blog and my mind has gone blank after thinking for the past 24 hours of a name for my blog and plenty of witty, outgoing starter lines-so much goes on around here I genuinely don't know where to start! I suppose it wasn't my brightest idea to start whilst I have a tired and super determined one year old trying with all his might to drink the coffee from my mouth, whilst my three year old has, what can only be described as a small breakdown over my not allowing her to watch the same peppa pig episode for the third time in a row. As a mother of four I pick my battles, be it sleeping in wellies, having lollipops before dinner, sitting in the shopping cart instead of the child seat-whatever keeps them happy (and quiet!) keeps me happy too-but it's Monday morning and my coffee is still half full. If I hear THE theme tune that makes every parent want to find solace, one more time-I fear I'll be the one crying and stomping my feet.
Not every day is like this, we're mostly a happy and very loving (albeit very loud) family. We live in Yorkshire, UK, and including our 2 beloved cats, we have a headcount of 8 in our house which, yes, is as hectic as you're imagining. In between school runs, after school clubs, birthday parties and mammoth shopping trips, we manage to find quality time together in between.

I suppose we're considered as a young family, both me and my husband are 25-though feel more like 45 from the sleepless nights and the 7 year olds homework that's fried our brains. I started young, with my first daughter being born at the mere age of 17, then by pure chance, or maybe a broody streak that hits me around their first birthdays, subsequent babies have come two years later. And the bond between them all is phenomenal, and so precious to see.
I'll start introducing us all by writing a few basics about my us, you'll learn more about us all as my blog progresses.


So who are we??

Mrs Knows-What-She-Wants (Senior)



I'm Lucy. Born on 5th November, I fit pretty well into your typical Scorpio category. Romantic, fiery, trustworthy, intuitive, and a born leader. Though on the surface I may appear timid, over time I come out of my shell. By trade I'm an auxiliary nurse, but am currently on a career break to focus on my family, which is a blessing, so for now I'm a full time milk machine, part time climbing frame. I have tattoos, quite a few actually. Not everyone's cup of tea, but they're my life story in pictures, my life map. Having suffered from depression for a large chunk of my life, I seek occasional therapy.  Shopping and tattoos do the trick.
I love: cats, music, leopard print, horror films and tea
I hate: peppa pig, washing up and mums that hate on other mums. 

Mr. Goes With What His Wife Wants

This is Josh. He is a hardworking, easy going, happy man. When I met him I really fell on my feet, and he is truly the best father I could ask for my children. We have a great relationship and are very happy together after getting married in summer 2014. He is basically a less argumentative, male version of me; the yin to my yang, the sun to my moon, the salt to my pepper... Etc etc. To sum it up, he's ace. 
Josh likes: coffee, music, food (seriously-he eats like a machine), Will Ferrell and football
Josh hates: actually, not much at all...


Little Miss Smarty Pants

This is Grace. She was born in 2007 weighing 7lb 10oz. She's the eldest, and has a passion for learning. She has a kind heart, a generous soul, and she gets along with almost anyone. And she sings. A lot. 
Grace loves animals, reading, bags, and caramel.
Grace hates roller coasters, spiders and potato skins. 

Mr. Sensitive

This is Zak. He was born in 2009 weighing 7lb 4oz. His personality is amazing, I easily get hypnotised watching him play or try to explain something. Though we have known Zak was a little "different" for a while now, but his school have finally picked up on a processing problem, which although frustrating for us and him, we've had enough time to try and learn ways to deal with it already. He is such a loving boy and often gets lost in his own world, but struggles to show his emotions, so when you cuddle him and he replies with a cuddle back, you just know it's genuine.
Zak loves animals, drawing, action figures and swimming (especially in the sea).
Zak hates cheese, loud noises, teeth brushing!

Little Miss Knows-What-She-Wants (Junior)

This is Esmée, born in 2011 weighing 6lb 8oz. And yes she is most definitely as cheeky as she looks. She is bossy and demanding but also has a sensitive side, which sometimes all come out at the same time creating the "Esmée style" tantrums we all know and (don't) love. She knows what she wants and how she wants it doing-not a bad thing, but she is also a very kind girl and has a lot of love to give. She's basically just me in a smaller body. 
Esmée loves: dressing up, all dollies, Disney films and jigsaws. 
Esmée hates: dogs, people choosing her clothes for her and sitting down meals. 


Mr. Tornado


This is Thomas (Tommy), born in 2013 weighing 9lb 10oz and he is most definitely the boss of the house. He has a boisterous personality, but a kind loving nature and cannot walk through a room without giving someone a kiss or a cuddle, and never strays too far from me. 
Tommy loves: wearing wellies, climbing, boobs and swinging the cat round by its tail. 
Tommy hates: nappy changes, sitting still and anybody taking his wellies off. 

The Baby Of The Family

This is Noah, the youngest of our clan, and a typical mummy's boy. Boob monster who's smile is sure to make anyone cheerful.
Noah likes: boobies, cuddles and baths
Noah hates: laying on his back, getting dressed and his car seat. 


Last but not least, this is Dora and Nona, probably the best pet cats anybody could ever ask for.



That's us!!!

I look forward to sharing the good times, the not so good times, the happy, the sad, the good and the great times with you, and all in between. 


Lucy x