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Awareness for Kody

My names Brooke and I’m a mum of three from London.

I was 18 when I had my first baby, Jayden. I had a straight forward pregnancy only suffering with extremely low iron, causing me to constantly be tired. I had a natural, straight forward delivery, and Jayden was born at 38 weeks weighing 6lb 12oz.

I was 20 when I had my second baby, my daughter Lexxi.  My pregnancy was completely different from my first one. I didn’t feel pregnant. People told me I didn’t look pregnant, I was really small.  When I was about 6 and a half months pregnant a family member told me I looked like I had slept heavy, little did I know it was me starting to swell up. After weeks of constantly swelling I went doctors and was rushed to the hospital as my blood pressure was too high. I had pre eclampsia, something I’d never heard of. My daughter was born at 33 weeks weighing 3lb 1oz. She had to be tube fed for roughly a month and she came home before her due date. She’s now 5 with no complications.

In 2016 I had my son Kody at 27 plus one, again due to me suffering with severe pre eclampsia. Kody had a slight bleed on his brain but within a few weeks it corrected itself. Kody had extremely severe chronic lung disease and was put on various breathing supports, Kody also suffered with numerous infections as his lungs were too weak to cope with anything, even routine immunisations.

Kody made it to the high dependency unit a few times but always ended up back in intensive care, we were told numerous times that Kody might not make it.

Kody went to great ormond street hospital to see if there was an underlying problem but there wasn’t. He ended up going to a lung and heart specialist hospital in Chelsea.
As Kodys lungs were so bad they started putting pressure on his heart causing him to suffer with pulmonary hypertension. Kody was ventilator dependent so he had a tracheostomy to see if he could eventually come home on a portable ventilator. Kody was heavily sedated and muscle relaxed on many occasions. Kodys lungs were getting worse, he was on the highest pressure that the ventilator could give and his body still wasn’t receiving enough oxygen.

My beautiful baby lived until he was 7 months and one day. I’m now trying to raise awareness in Kodys name for these conditions. I have an Instagram account – @awarenessforkody.
I’m doing ‘Kodys story’ a little journey book for the hospitals and hospice we stayed in.
I have ribbons & hair accessories which if people donate money towards I’m giving it to either the hospitals or one of the causes close to my heart.  I also have many other projects I’m going to do to hopefully raise awareness.

Thank you – Brooke xxxxx
My baby Kody ❤️

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To my children……

I want you to grow, but not too fast. Don’t wish the time away. Cherish the small moments. Take your time.

I want you to be strong, but able to show weakness and admit when you can’t cope or need help.

I want you to be successful and determined, but don’t forget people along the way. Always offer a helping hand. 

I want you to be healthy, but not obsessive, have balance. Treat yourself, eat amazing food and feel good about yourself. True beauty comes from within. 

I want you to be wise, but not a know it all. Teach others and always be willing to listen and learn.

I want you to find love. Always be yourself and find someone who loves you the way you are. Don’t change for love.

I want you to be happy, laugh, sing and dance. Never let anyone dull your sparkle.  

Most of all, I want you to be exactly what you want to be. I will support, love you and always be here for you. It’s your life and I want you to live it. 

Love always and forever your Mumma xxx 

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A day inside my mummy mind…..

Working part time really allows me to see both sides of the stay at home vs working mum debate.  If anything it gives me a greater understanding that we all have it hard and feel pressure. I thought I would share an average work day and solo day at home. The routine, what goes on in my mind, my thoughts and feelings.

Work day –

Alarm goes off 5.15am, lay in bed working out how many times I was up with the kids last night. Check phone, say morning to husband, shuffle off to kitchen to prepare world’s largest coffee, lunches, childcare bags and Scarlett’s bottle. Farewell husband and  get ready for work while explaining to Hudson what mascara is, which dinosaur is which and that the blue Ninja Turtle is called Leonardo. Chase both kids around, get them dressed, negotiate with Hudson so he actually wears a jumper and shoes. Ask everyone nicely to go out the door (maybe 3 times)….add some ‘tone’ to my asking and finally get to the car. On bad mornings I have been known to bribe with a jelly bean just so I can get out of the house and to work on time without massive tantrums  (don’t judge, I just do what works).

Drop off at childcare 7am. Feel guilty leaving as someone normally cries or says they will miss me. Also, feel guilty in the car on the way to work. Worry about being late and what I have to get done that day. Think about dinner, shopping, who’s birthday’s have I missed etc etc. Arrive at work and get my job done, enjoy adult time but sometimes struggle with conversation that isn’t about kids stuff.  Am I that annoying office mum now?? The one that always talks about her children.  Probably, but then my mind goes back to work, I am always conscious that I get everything done so my colleagues don’t see me as the part time mum that let’s everyone down. 

My mind then wanders to my kids and family throughout the day and I often find it hard to concentrate (probably a lack of sleep)….more coffee, lunch, work. I  constantly check my phone to make sure there are no calls from childcare telling me to collect my kids.  Leave right on time so I’m not charged $1 per minute for being late for childcare pick up. Drive home, collect Hudson and Scarlett. They’re happy and full of energy…..I’m happy but have no energy. Make dinner, help with baths, dishes, playtime, stories and then bedtime. Shower and then work out if I have the energy to watch TV and have some me time or go to bed. TV normally wins and then off to bed to do it all again the next day. 

Home day – 

Husband’s alarm goes off 5.15am….Scarlett wakes up for bottle so I get up anyway. Make world’s largest coffee. Farewell husband for the day and Hudson gets up full of beans and demanding toast. Make breakfasts, put on washing. Tell everyone to sit down to eat breakfast (repeat about 5 times). Get dressed, get kids dressed. Organise to go to park to burn some energy…see rain outside. Change plans go to play centre. Arrive at playcentre, freak out about the snotty, coughing child that is playing right near my children who is clearly spreading some sort of virus. Change Scarlett’s nappy and realise I’ve forgotten spare nappies. Spend the rest of the time praying she doesn’t poop. 

Leave play centre, stop at supermarket. Avoid tantrums by feeding my children the whole way around the supermarket (while onlookers quietly judge) and pay for the empty packets at the checkout. Take tired, upset children to the car. Negotiate lunch and nap times. Scurry about like a mad woman. Hang out the washing I did earlier, make dinner, do some of my husbands bookwork, clean the house (all while trying to be quiet so everyone sleeps). Finally sit  to have a coffee….just as Hudson or Scarlett wake up. Make afternoon tea, realise I haven’t eaten so scoff down some fruit and cheese slices. Spend the afternoon playing and maybe some TV.  Baths, dinner, dishes bedtime etc etc……shower and bed. Repeat.

These days are just a typical snapshot. My husband helps but he runs his own business so his hours are long. 

It really just shows, unless you’re a high flying millionaire like Kim K who gets paid just for living. Both stay at home and working mum’s have it hard (especially with little kids). Yes it’s different, but there are pros and cons to both. Do what suits your family. Don’t disagree, support each other. 

Rachelle xx

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A letter from a Mummy

To my friends:  I miss you, I think about you all the time. I want to catch up, finding the time isn’t always easy, especially with two little children who get coughs and colds often. I also know that you are all super busy with your own families. I’m always just a phone call away. Let’s catch up and actually do it instead of just talking about it.

To my work colleagues: I’m sorry I scurry into the office flustered every morning and I leave right on the dot of my finish time. I have to pick up my children and don’t want to be charged hundreds of dollars for running late to childcare. I talk about my kids too much, show you a lot of photos or ridiculous videos and probaby overshare stories that you don’t even care about. I’m proud. Plus, let’s be realistic, I’m not exactly out hitting clubs or eating at the newest hot spots……. I don’t have a lot else going on right now. 
If I seem preoccupied, it’s probably because I feel guilty about being at work, I’m worrying about my babies or perhaps I’m sleeping with my eyes open at my desk.

To my mother: You were right…..about everything.  Thank you xx

To my husband: I love you more than ever, seeing you with our children makes me extremely happy. I appreciate how hard you work for our family and I don’t tell you enough. We sometimes snap at each other and in all honesty some days you shit me (you probably feel the same about me)….We are both working hard and tired, it happens. You’re my rock and you’re an amazing father.

To my children: Mummy loves you more than anything in this world. I want you to be happy and healthy. I’m sorry I’m sometimes too tired to play or I try to make you go back to bed on the weekends so I can get a few extra minutes of precious sleep.
Also, thank you for no longer screaming when I drop you at childcare, it makes my morning easier. I’m doing my best for you and I always will.

To myself and all the other mummies: you’re doing a good job, don’t be so hard on yourself. Keep your chin up, support each other, don’t judge and stay strong.

Rachelle xx

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Guest Blog – The question everyone can’t wait to ask

So, you have started a family and your little one is starting to grow up and become a little bit more independent (well as independent as a toddler can be) and everyone starts asking – when are you having the second one? For me it is always an awkward question to answer and I often respond with a vague ‘we’ll wait and see’ or ‘we aren’t too sure’-but the truth is, we have been trying for over 6 months and nothing has happened. For those of you who don’t know me personally, falling pregnant with Hunter took quite sometime, and with each unsuccessful month it made me feel miserable and wonder what was wrong with me. All my friends and colleagues were getting pregnant within a month or two and here I was waiting each month with trepidation, hoping to take a test and see those 2 little lines appear. After months of trying, I became convinced that something was wrong, so my husband and I underwent a barrage of tests with the only thing being discovered was that I had borderline Poly-cystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) but that it shouldn’t impact my fertility. As luck would have it I fell pregnant the following month and the rest is history…..

Knowing all of this, I had presumed that it would also take a little longer the second time around, but had also been told that once you have had one baby, falling pregnant the second time is often easier, and I had secretly hoped that this was the case. Again after months of disappointment I spoke to a doctor and was told that the uterus can change position after childbirth making it hard to conceive, or that there was such a thing as ‘secondary infertility’. This really got me thinking about why we were trying for baby number two, Was it because it felt like it was the next step? Was it because we had hoped that they would be closer with a smaller age gap? Was it because watching Hunter grow and develop has made us forget the newborn stage? There were so many reasons both for, and against, that it can make your head spin! Then I delved deeper  – Was it fate that my body wasn’t blessing me with a little brother or sister for Hunter? Was it the fact that some days I can barely deal with one child, let alone another? Was it because adding another baby in the mix would stretch our family too thin both emotionally and financially?

There really is never a perfect time to start, or add to your family but after much discussion my husband and I we have decided that there is no need to rush, and our future is already be written one way or another. We have decided to put our baby making plans on hold for the time being, to focus on the present – and simply enjoy the times that having only one child can bring. Who knows what the future holds, or how big our family is destined to be but for now, we are just going to focus on the gorgeous, inquisitive, and healthy little man that we have already been blessed with. So next time your curiosity gets the better of you and you feel the urge to ask someone about their baby plans, be aware that there might be more to it than meets the eye, and your innocent question may have a much bigger impact than you ever intended.




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Stuck for ideas this Christmas?

If you’re looking for something a little extra with a personal touch this Christmas check out Stuck on You. They have some really cute products. Their Christmas range has everything – Santa sacks, personalised pillows, books and tree ornaments. These are  all great gift ideas, especially for a newborn who is having their first Christmas. What a great little keepsake. Hudson adored his personalised letter from Santa that was waiting for him in the letterbox after childcare. 


All the labels for my kids childcare clothes, bags and shoes are from Stuck on You they have great value bundles and the labels are great quality.  After losing a couple of hats at childcare I also purchased hats with names on them so they don’t get caught up in crazy childcare life and lost. Definitely easier and cuter than buying spare hats all the time and writing names all over them.
There are drink bottles, lunch boxes, clothing, puzzles and bags. All of which can be personalised. Little kids love seeing their own name on everything so this is the place to go for gifts with a personal touch. Postage is super quick and the website is really easy to navigate (even Nanna could handle this one). There’s still time to get that little something extra for Christmas.


Rachelle xx

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Tonsils, Adenoids and Grommets in Toddlers – Guest Blog Olivia Bennett

When the doctors recommended that my 2.5 year old son have his tonsils and adenoids removed and grommets put in, I was relieved that his speech delay and hearing issues would be resolved but equally apprehensive about surgery for my sweet, little boy.

At 18 months of age, we become worried by our son’s speech delay. The tone and quality of his voice was concerning. He sounded like he had a mouthful of marbles and was very difficult to understand. He was an enthusiastic snorer, a restless sleeper and a very picky eater who would frequently gag on food. I wasn’t concerned about his hearing at all as he was able to follow instructions. He’d had no more than two or three episodes of tonsillitis and ear infections in his life. At GP appointments, our doctor would comment on the size of his tonsils but we assumed that was because he was sick – which is why you take a kid to the doctor in the first place!

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My son and his twin sister were part of a medical study which included a physical and developmental review at the age of 2. At this assessment, the doctors noted his language delay and suggested a referral to a speech therapist and pediatrician. They also referred us for a hearing test which to our surprise, showed that my son had moderate hearing loss caused by fluid in his middle ear.

Fast forward a few months through speech therapy, pediatrician and ENT appointments and we had a diagnosis of “kissing” tonsils (when the tonsils are enlarged and touch at back of the throat), obstructive sleep apnoea (from enlarged adenoids which causes snoring and restless sleeping) and fluid build-up in the inner ear causing hearing loss.

In late August, the day of our surgery arrived and despite a few requests that “we go home now” my son was fairly calm during all the pre-surgery exams and the different waiting rooms. We spent a few days beforehand preparing him – talking about the doctors with their stethoscopes who would fix his sore throat and practicing breathing into a mask just like Luke Skywalker does when he flies space ships.

The actual surgery only took 45 minutes and I was able to go into recovery while he was waking up. Coming out of the anesthetic was distressing due to emergence delirium – a not uncommon reaction to anesthetic in little kids where they get very upset, do not recognize familiar people and thrash around. This lasted for around 45 minutes until we were back on the ward where he lay down in the bed with me and promptly fell into a deep sleep for 3 hours.

We stayed overnight in hospital and he was able to eat and drink normally almost straight away. We were sent home on a cocktail of pain medication and antibiotics that had to be administered every 4 hours for a week and then only paracetomol 4 hourly for the second week.

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I’m not going to lie; the first week was really tough. It was like having a large, newborn that was in terrible pain. During the day my son was quiet with moments of being his usual self. Often he just wanted me to sit with him or hold him. Overnight, he would wake every 2 to 3 hours in terrible pain so we took turns co-sleeping to give whichever pain medication was due and sips of water and then try to soothe him back to sleep. The pain got worse around day 5 until day 7 when he was refusing most food and we had to convince him to drink and swallow his medication. By day 10 he was back to sleeping through the night and eating most things with only a few complaints of being sore. Overall, the tonsil part of the procedure caused the most pain and discomfort.

A month later, the improvement in his hearing, speech and sleeping has been astounding. He now hears “birdies and planes” and is genuinely delighted by all these new sounds. We are often told we are being too loud! His words are much clearer but it will take a little longer for his brain to convert all the new sounds to correct sounding words. We will follow up with our speech therapy in a month or two. Previously, I had a very picky eater who would eat very little and then only foods that were easy to chew and swallow. Now he eats anything and everything. When he sleeps, he is so quiet and still that I often check he is still breathing. He no longer has obstructive sleep apnoea, and doesn’t need as much sleep as before – the only down side has been the end of my favourite time of the day – naptime!

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My hot tips for any parents or carers are to plan to be homebound and sleep deprived for 7 to 10 days following the surgery. If you have other children, try and get as much help from family and friends as possible. Make sure you follow the pain management plan to the letter and schedule pain relief 30 minutes before a meal or snack so that eating isn’t too painful. Using a small treat every time they take their medication worked well for us – over the 14 days that equated to dozens and dozens of chocolate drops but was worth it for a cooperative patient. Prepare your child so that having doctors examine them or having an anesthetic gas mask cover their face isn’t too distressing.

At the end of all this, I’m glad my son had this surgery, especially at a relatively young age. Although it was challenging at the time, those rough times only last for a week or so and the benefits will last his entire life.


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Guest blog – Living with type 1 Diabetes

Three years ago, on the first day of winter my youngest daughter Lelia was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.  She had started wetting the bed, was constantly thirsty and needing to go to the toilet, was sometimes grumpy and complained of sore feet.


Type 1 Diabetes is an auto-immune condition which occurs when the immune system destroys the cells in the pancreas which produce insulin.  Once diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes a person must receive insulin through injections or via an insulin pump.  It is not caused by eating too many sugary foods, or not exercising enough.  It is a lifelong condition – she will not grow out of it.  We do not know exactly why it happens.  Insulin is a treatment.  There is currently no cure.

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Lelia (with her brother and sister) at diagnosis 

In the days that followed her diagnosis we wiped away her tears as her fingers bled when her blood sugars were checked.  Her older sister and brothers held her when she had her twice daily injections.  We discovered carbohydrate counting and which foods had a lower glycemic index.  We adjusted to a strict routine where we had to eat at the same time every day.

Last year, on the first day of summer Lelia started insulin pump therapy.  An insulin pump is a small device which administers insulin through a thin plastic line connected to a small plastic tube inserted under the skin.  In the beginning we had to check her blood sugar levels every two hours – through the day and night, but we gained more flexibility and better control.

Type 1 Diabetes still affects everything we do.  If too much insulin is in her system her blood sugar levels go low.  She feels tired and hungry and can become irrational and grumpy.  Once at 2am we had to call an ambulance because Lelia’s blood sugar levels had dropped so low while she was sleeping that she had a seizure.

If she doesn’t have enough insulin in her system her blood sugar levels go high.  I’m told it feels like a really bad case of the flu.  If she doesn’t get any insulin into her system a dangerous condition called ketoacidosis can occur, this means that her body is forming ketones and has started breaking down fats to use for energy.  Our bodies cannot tolerate large amounts of ketones and if someone with Type 1 Diabetes does not get insulin they can fall into a diabetic coma.  Ongoing high blood sugar levels also adversely affect her long term health.

My friend whose daughter was diagnosed around the same time as Lelia calls our kids Type 1 Warriors, and they are.  They are some of the bravest kids I know.  Keeping her blood sugar levels within range is not easy – they are affected by what she eats, exercise, being sick, excitement, the weather.  It’s a daily, ongoing balance.

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On the top Leilia’s finger with blood sugar marks – compared to her brother’s finger (mark free) 

I’m so proud of my daughter – she rarely complains about the endless finger pricks, the weighing of her food, my constant refrain of “Do you feel low/high?”  I’m also immensely proud of our other children.  My eight year old son has taught himself how to measure her milk and cereal – and add up the right amount of carbs so he can make her breakfast.  My ten year old daughter organised a fundraiser at school to raise money for a cure and made a speech explaining the impact of Type 1 Diabetes on our family.  When Lelia started on an insulin pump and my husband and I really needed extra support my twenty-two year old step-son and his girlfriend learnt to count carbs, check blood sugars, and pop all the right numbers into the pump.  They look after the kids so we can have a night off, text messaging the blood sugar levels so we know Lelia is okay.  We’re in this together, waiting to eat if Lelia’s blood sugars are low, holding her hand when she’s frustrated because they’re high.  I’m proud of all my Type 1 Warriors.

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Lelia and her family enjoying holidays. 


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Guest Blog – Stylish Modern Mumma

I have three girls, ages 11, 8 and 1, that are all unique with different personality traits. Out of my eldest children, I have one who is creative, caring, thoughtful, wacky and doesn’t argue much, she just goes with the flow. My other daughter is strong-willed, stubborn, sensitive, caring, authoritarian, and vivacious (traits that may not generally go together), and argues with me a lot. I can see that our youngest is head strong already, she knows what she wants, and will let you know if it isn’t going her way (help me please!). I know there are many other mothers out there dealing with the same issues!


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Years and years back if I daydreamed about the type of children I would rear,  if having a girl, I would have wished to have a strong, caring child, that doesn’t take any crap, has good values and is kind and caring to others. I got part of that with her, but she is also very  sensitive at times when it comes to friendships. This is something I am constantly working on with her.

The stubborn, head strong part is mostly seen at home, and at school I am told that she is shy and sensitive (is this the same child?!).

Now, I’m not sure if I was sent these traits in a daughter to test my will, as I can also be stubborn. This creates quite a lot of butting heads, and it’s generally early mornings before school. Tiny things become an argument, as she likes to think that SHE is the parent, and knows so much more than me (I swear she will become a principal or a police officer, SOMETHING where she is the boss).


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I know I don’t always handle it in the best way (even though my intentions are good), but it’s normally early, I might not have had a coffee yet, and I’ve had broken sleep from little miss 1. In amongst all this crazy tension, I have lunches to make, a baby to feed, dress and keep happy,  myself to be dressed and organised, as well as reminding them of the time, and the things they need for school (I’ve tried letting go of doing them but am hopeless at it).

The arguments in the morning are generally about:
a) Both my girls dawdling and taking too long to get ready.
b) She wants to wear a skirt on an under 12 degree day and WILL NOT wear pants.
c) She can’t find socks, and will stand at the basket until she finds them (even when there are clearly none there), so she is yelling at me to get her some, and can’t move onto another task until she gets them.
d) She is too busy telling her older sister what to do to get ready and not following her own advice.

These particular arguments clearly “don’t matter” in the big scheme of things, but I feel they are part of a bigger picture, a bigger issue that could really become a problem if left and not addressed. To me, it is making her aware that she cannot believe that she runs the show, and that whether she wants to do something or not, it sometimes has to be done. I do not want to break that feisty nature in the process (I kinda admire it) , so it is a matter of picking the battles.

Some mornings I can walk away, and she is aware (although clearly not happy about it) that the discussion has ended and she needs to keep a move on. This is how I find it is best way to deal with it. Other times, when I clearly feel that a lesson can be learnt (crazily), I can’t seem to let it go, and have to talk to her about how her behaviour is unacceptable. This mostly does not work, as she doesn’t listen to me and is too busy telling me to be quiet inside her head.

From most of my reading, I should feel lucky to have a strong-willed child, so I will keep that in mind when I feel like my head is about to explode!:

“Have a strong-willed child? You’re lucky! Strong willed children can be a challenge when they’re young, but if sensitively parented, they become terrific teens and young adults. Self-motivated and inner-directed, they go after what they want and are almost impervious to peer pressure. As long as parents resist the impulse to “break their will,” strong-willed kids often become leaders.”
(REFERENCE: http://www.ahaparenting.com/parenting-tools/positive-discipline/Parenting-Strong-Willed-Child)

Here are my 3 tips to stay sane when dealing with strong-willed children (especially when you are weakest in the morning!)

Tip 1.  Use their strong nature for good.
If your strong-willed child is “the boss”, give them jobs that make them feel that they have some control or power, they generally love it. They like to feel like they have some authority, and that they are contributing or making a situation better (meaning they are useful). Rewards are also good to encourage this too.

Tip 2. Choose when and where to fight your battles.
First thing in the morning is probably not the best time to teach your child life lessons, and will probably not work. Tell your child clearly what is acceptable (calmly and firmly) and walk away. You can discuss the behaviour and lessons at another time.

Tip 3. Break the behaviour, not the spirit.
Even if it is admirable to have a strong fortitude, strong-willed children also need to be given boundaries, and know that it is the parents that make the rules. It is the parents that control their freedom if behaviour is not acceptable. You control the consequences (no electronics, no toys, not TV, no playdates etc), and whether it is the right way or not, it is a great currency I refer to many times if the behaviour is not changing. Try not to put down or swear at your child, this will not help and can damage their self-esteem or spirit.

I adore my girls, but sometimes as we all know, parenting can be very challenging emotionally. If we can take it day by day, pick our battles, be consistent, with the future in mind, we can get through, keep sane and hopefully bring up strong and happy children. Help guide this beautiful strong determination, into a successful teen and adult (we will just need reminding at times!).  We can only do our best.

Hopefully I will be ready and experienced for when my littlest grows up because she could be 10 times worse!

Do you have a strong-willed child, and do you have any other tips that help you in the morning?

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Two year olds are like tiny drunk people.

When I was thinking about having children, I really only ever thought of the baby part. The newborn, cuddly squishy stage.  I never even considered the two year old stage. If you dont have children or you have a new baby and you’re wondering what your two year old will be like. Just imagine living with an unreasonable drunk person.  Here are some examples of why:

* They are emotional. Happy and scampering around one minute and laying on the floor screaming the next.

* Their requests are often not reasonable.  Like having a bath but wanting to wear a shirt or wanting to be carried but not wanting to be touched?

*You will often have to remove car keys from their tight little fists and remind them that they are unable to drive. Often ending in crying or some sort of emotional reaction.

*There will be falls and trips.  They are still unsteady or try to do things that their little bodies can’t handle. This is also accompanied with spinning around until they get dizzy then, trying to walk while giggling hysterically.

* Food is often thrown around like confetti.  They spill food, poke at it and if it doesn’t please them, will simply fling it at you or toss it on the floor.

* They believe pants are optional and often enjoy a nudie run.

* To them, catching the dog and attempting to ride it around seems like a good time.

* There are often poop or vomit incidents without warning.

* When your out in public they get in the way of other people,  yell, fall and don’t listen. My son often tells random people to ‘stop’ or ‘sssshhh’ while they are just going about their business?

* They don’t care if anyone sees them picking their nose or with their hand in their pants.

* Pulling toilet paper off the roll and flinging it around is one of their favourite things to do.

* They will attempt to put underwear on their head or shoes on the wrong feet.

*They find bodily functions (burps, farts) absolutely hilarious.

* They often repeat themselves or just do the same thing over and over.

* They may fall asleep at the table, under the table or in the center of the floor.

* There is no filter. Comments like ‘mummy yuk’, ‘phheeeew stinky’, ‘you poo poo’ are completely normal.

* They don’t understand personal space and will lay all over you, touch your bottom in public, point out jiggly bits and pull hair.

Having a two year old (and also an infant) definitely keeps me on my toes. One thing for sure is I’m never short on entertainment and even though he is like a little whirlwind, his cuddles are the best. Cherish the moments with your little cooing newborn as before you know it you will feel like you’re living with a tiny Lindsay Lohan or Charlie Sheen.

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Rachelle xx

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