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

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

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

Being three and some big changes

I can’t believe it’s been 21 days since my last post! I found myself suddenly busy with cake planning and baking that I have neglected the blog a little. Anyway this blog is not about my cake baking (although that might be a good lead up to one!!)

So, Lily turned three. It was a big moment for her. She was talking about it for ages before her birthday. Telling us how big she was going to be and how being three was ever more nearer to going to school . She really loves the idea of school. She loves the idea of school so much that I took her to the local one last week, along with a friend and her children, one of which is the same age as Lily, and they will start school together. She loved it. Continue reading

Out with the old and in with the new

I haven’t been keeping tabs on blogging since the beginning of December, as the whole preparation for the festivities has engulfed me. Making cakes, salt dough craft, jam and chutney, all for gifts. 

Lily has though been her usual spirited self, and has given us many laughs, and frowns of disappointment too.

She has developed a ‘look at me’ personality.Pretty much as her sister did 20 odd years ago. To be honest her big sister still has this personality at the tender age of 28. Maybe she will grow out of it!

We spent a week away over my birthday and new Year – Oh haven’t I mentioned it yet? I turned 50 last month.  Continue reading