Smell my stinky finger!

Eesh where does the time go? I’m seriously needing a bloggy kick up the bum!

What Lily finds to talk about incessantly, baffles me, but jabber away she does. Blah, blah, blah…… I admit to zoning out at times, to be met with an, “Are you listening to me mum”?. Of course I tell her, yes. Then she asks me a question that is pertinent to what she had been talking (and talking and talking) about, and when I mumble an, “uh huh darling”, she knows that I have not been listening at all. She has cottoned on quite quickly that this reply means I’ve zoned out, and she insists that I start to respond by speaking actual definite words, like yes and no! No more will she be fobbed off by my under enthusiastic responses. Continue reading


We’re back!!!

It’s been a while I know, since my last post, but hey, here we are raring to go!

Coughs, colds, tonsillitis, viral bugs, chicken pox and chickens (the pox was unrelated!) have played their part in our absence. 

During our poorly days there wasn’t a chance of anything getting written, mainly due to tiredness once Lily had gone to bed. Then laziness set in if I’m to be honest, and I always said to myself, “I’ll do it tomorrow”! Always tomorrow. 

Then the chickens arrived. They are just over 5 weeks now and we love them. It has been like having newborn babies in the house. They seem to have needed to so much attention. This took it’s form by needing to clear out water and feed containers every hour it seemed. By heck those chooks make so much mess kicking up wood shavings and soaking up every ounce of their water!. Thankfully now they are outside in the garden. Lily loves them. She picks grass for them and hand feeds them. It is so lovely to see them run over to her to get a treat, despite the garden being full of grass, they seem to prefer pecking it from her fingers. They will make wonderful pets and she cannot wait for them to start laying eggs.  Continue reading


Nicies with daddy

Tantrums, cheeky retorts and downright disobedience have been on the menu recently.

I have to ask the question. Why? Why do it? We have to go through the same old rigmarole each and every time. She creates merry hell, then I create merry hell. We bicker and puff out our chests, fighting for top dog. Each of us desperate to be the one who has the final say! Of course, in the end it’s me who usually has the last word, but not before Lily ends up in a pile of exasperated frustration on the floor, exclaiming how unfair I am and how awful it is living in this house. She’s three years old for crying out loud. If I had spoken to my mother the way she does, I’d know to duck, because a clip round the ear would follow! Breath in and exhale several times. Continue reading


Famous for being a geriatric mummy!!

Well I’d say famous might be stretching it a bit, but we are in print today, giving the big shout out for older mummies all over the world.

As many of you will know, I got pregnant with Lily at 46, and gave birth to her when I was 47. She wasn’t planned at all, in any way, but having her has certainly enriched our lives in so many ways. She’s ruined it too in so many ways, but we’ll tell her about that when she’s older!! I’m joking of course, and Lily knows our sense of humour is a little, well, cruel at times. If it wasn’t for her having the same sense of humour, I would never be writing a blog about her.

So, today we are in print – centre pages no less (although I have yet to see it in print, as my corner shop has no papers left!). I have seen the story on line but I’m guessing there’s more to it in the actual newspaper.

The basis of our story is to highlight that having children in your 40’s is very much a normal thing. People won’t point to you in the street, guffawing at the absurdity of it all. No one bats an eye. I have yet to encounter anyone who has reacted negatively.

The Daily Mail wrote a story about the increase in women over 35 having abortions. The article can be read here http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2626742/Abortions-rise-35s-think-pregnant-Women-false-illusion-dont-need-contraception-age.html

To turn that around, and put a positive spin on becoming pregnant as an older woman, the Express wrote an article and used us as their example.

I won’t waffle on, as everything is said in the article on line (and maybe more in the paper itself – I’ll find out later)

If you want to have a read here is the link http://www.express.co.uk/life-style/life/477352/Late-motherhood-I-had-a-baby-at-47

For some, finding out you are pregnant in your 40’s might be very daunting and fraught with worry. I was labelled as a geriatric mother in my notes! Not something you want to see, but hey, I have a sense of humour and use this term freely when describing myself.

I am not by any stretch of the imagination, professionally qualified to give advice, but I certainly am willing to chat to anyone who is going through the same right now, or anyone who is thinking about trying, and wants to chat about my experience.

For those who have spent years trying to have children and are now in their 40’s, please take hope from my story. Blessings do happen.

Good luck to you all.




Three year olds do that, mummy!

I’m taking my opportunity to sit here for a while and compose another post for the blog.

I do find it difficult at times to manage to sit still long enough to be able to concentrate, without some distraction. It might be Lily, who constantly demands my time, maybe some housework or just sitting at my laptop waiting for Candy Crush to be generous enough to let me through to the next level! Whatever my excuse, it isn’t for lack of amusing things to write about Lily. She is a constant source of laughter and fun. Continue reading


Fish! It’s good for your brain

On any given day we will have a new battle.

It can be anything from refusing to go to bed, eating her food, tidying up, being cheeky or any other of a hundred things I could list, but wont.

Anything we ask of Lily is usually met with a no or I can’t, or won’t, or I’ll do it later. If we insist on her doing whatever it is we are asking of her, we are then treated to the hard done by act!! How can she turn on those instant tears, so….well…..instantly? It’s brilliant. One minute happy and giggling, the next woeful wailing, with the biggest tears streaming down her face. It’s time for bed, we say. Lily says no, we insist…crying! We say eat your dinner properly, like a human, not a cat. Lily says miaow, and carries on eating like a cat. We insist on her eating properly….crying! We ask her not to be cheeky. She says she can’t help it. We insist she stops….crying!  Continue reading


It’s not your fault I’m poorly!

It’s been a while since I visited my blog. I’ve no excuses, other than not really finding the time to sit and write.

Given this is a blog about Lily and for Lily, I think I need to make sure that I keep on top of it, otherwise what’s the point of documenting her early years. She’s going to open it up one day expecting to see pages and pages of interesting reading, only to see huge gaps in her life, and she’ll turn to me and say, “I knew you never cared about me”! I’m sure she will utter those words from time to time any way, in her endeavour to hurt me while feeling hard done by! As with all of my children, I’m sure sometimes she will wonder in awe at how I managed to read her mind, or know what she was about to do, or magically find out about a past wrong. Mums are so good at these amazing feats! Continue reading