tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22374648515718146642024-03-13T18:00:42.575+00:00mammydiariespregnancy, parenting and why 2 under 2 SEEMED like a good idea at the time!mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-91803563641068581792011-06-06T23:03:00.003+01:002011-06-06T23:26:49.373+01:00Because Debauchery Loves Company...There are certain skills in life I know that I need to attain. The ability to drive for instance. At 31 years of age with two small children and a husband who is soon going to install a meter in our car and start charging me for all the journeys I politely request that he take us on, the ability to motor myself about would indeed come in handy. Likewise, it would also be great if I could mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-42486924678644979982011-05-19T11:54:00.003+01:002011-05-19T12:00:40.834+01:00My first Guest Blog! Life on the Road...Yay! I've been invited to do a series of guest blogs over at www.parenthood.ie in order to chat about my ongoing series of nation wide booklaunches/coffee mornings and all the fun that goes with it! (Waking up the girls at 6 am for a 2 hour car journey in which they refuse to nap and spend the entire time complaining that they're "stuck," - ummmm, no, you're strapped into your carseat, there's a mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-54205260071731667002011-04-15T00:33:00.005+01:002011-04-15T00:50:36.582+01:00The Grand Re - Opening...It is very, very, very late. My eyes are pretty much closing as I type and I am this close to curling up on the kitchen table and calling it a night. However... That being said, I couldn't go to sleep until I'd introduced my brand new, snazzy dazzy website to you. Yes, I realize I already kind of introduced it in my last post, but that was the "old" website. This is the shiny, new, post mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-49519406026136950632011-04-12T22:56:00.005+01:002011-04-12T23:21:28.982+01:00Dads to be? Take Note...Okay, so there were A LOT of amazing stories and experiences that I wanted to put into the Mammy Diaries, but unfortunately, in order to make it so that people could afford to buy it AND still pay their rent/make their mortgage repayments, there was quite a bit I had to leave out. HOWEVER... (Drumroll please...) I have a bit of news. I have a new website. It's not 100% finished yet (although itmammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-42735910864365706222011-03-31T10:16:00.003+01:002011-03-31T10:20:02.803+01:00It's FINISHED!!!IT'S FINISHED!!!!! After nearly three years of writing, talking, editing, learning, compiling, reading etc... I am so happy to say that "Mammy Diaries" has been released and is available for purchase heremammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-33820208905122688042011-02-17T22:33:00.003+00:002011-02-17T23:19:25.414+00:00Poo; Of People, Birds and A Bear of said Name...The tiny one is sound asleep, tucked under my arm.My Headache has been reduced to a dull throbbing.The Snot Queen and her daddy have long since retired to bed and the radio is playing a mad mix of sounds that are supposed to be ambient and chilly - outie but instead just sound like church.Time to rehash the best and worst bits of my day...The tiny one has been making a lot of noise about poo for mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-23853056136391489142011-02-15T11:37:00.001+00:002011-02-15T11:38:56.280+00:00Dear Croup...Dear Croup,GO AWAY!!!!!!!Sincerely,Mammy Diaries xmammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-9718543887100907242011-02-09T20:48:00.002+00:002011-02-09T21:17:37.586+00:00The Pox Stops Here...All in all, I have to say that last week's run in with the vomiting bug wasn't that bad at all. The not so tiny one, despite not being able to keep down her food for nearly a week and living pretty much entirely off of the old booby milk, didn't lose so much as an ounce and at no point did her spirits ever flag or did I ever worry for her well being. No. The illness itself wasn't that bad at mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-81136322783774247452011-02-04T12:41:00.002+00:002011-02-04T13:08:33.452+00:00Dear Rota Virus...Dear Rotavirus,We hope you enjoyed your stay at "Chateau Tiny One." Of course, seeing as how you stayed here for nearly a week, I can only assume that the accommodation was to your liking.A few small matters in relation to your bill;As you overstayed your welcome... I mean, remained here past your expected check out time, we have had to tack on an additional late fee as well as charge you for mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-80505890725435870042011-02-01T11:19:00.004+00:002011-02-01T13:04:38.752+00:00Taking the Tiger Mom by the Tail...I was going to come on here today and write about the tiny one being sick for the last few days. Tales of riding the vomit comet and nappies so vile that I will never look at curry the same way again. Instead, I am going to write about something else that has sickened me. Something that shakes and disturbs me and makes me worry for the type of society we have become.A few weeks ago, I was mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-48685847766714976292011-01-30T11:10:00.003+00:002011-01-30T11:20:27.406+00:00Three Cheers for Kisses!The tiny one is 20 months old and until two nights ago, still fed to sleep. As I'm training as a doula, about to have a book published and hoping to go to a midwifery conference in Germany this fall, I thought it might be handy if someone other then myself (and my boobs) could send her off to slumber.Not being one for controlled crying, I wanted to find a different way of helping my little mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-89276147057531814452011-01-29T22:02:00.003+00:002011-01-31T18:22:13.154+00:00It's been a Loooooong time!It's been a loooooong time. A really long time. So long, that when I started to type "mammydiaries.blogspot.com" into my address bar, nothing happened. Nothing.I typed in M. I got loads about motorcyles (my husbands a biker. Rrrrrrawr!) I typed in Ma. I got suggestions for mail and maps (we use those a lot)I typed in mammy. Nothing. Nada. My laptop had forgotten me. There's something mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-85873883691631949772010-11-09T22:19:00.002+00:002010-11-09T23:02:47.635+00:00Dear Santa...Dear Santa, I know it's a little early, but I don't know where else to turn. Do you remember last year I asked you for a little patience? Well, what I should have done was to ask you for a heaping dose of the stuff as I've gone and run clean out of it!I mean seriously! I am going mad. As much as I love my girls, they are quickly turning my once lustrous locks a cold, steel, grey. My blood mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-88258544449379325402010-10-24T23:17:00.002+01:002010-10-24T23:52:45.047+01:00You Put WHAT?!?!? WHERE??!?!?Pre-Children, a blog title like that would have sent my mind racing for the dirtiest, raunchiest corner it could find. Post children, the first images that come to mind undoubtedly involve mobile phones or other valuables of an electronic nature and a certain machine that goes flush.Yesterday however, it was a recipe that had me asking that very question...I was on the hunt for something quick, mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-39625474788313576112010-10-11T20:57:00.002+01:002010-10-11T21:42:59.378+01:00The Price of PeaceIt is 8:00 pm.Miracle of miracles, the Snot Queen is not running rings around the house high on batteries (or whatever it is that she runs on!) Instead, about a half hour ago, she disappeared upstairs with her dad for stories and bedtime.Now, she did not go quietly. If I recall correctly there was much objection and demands for juice and "Ballerina Dolly," who is not, as the name may suggest a mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-16735186157959302612010-10-08T10:33:00.002+01:002010-10-08T10:49:15.707+01:00Style WatchThe Snot Queen has taken to dressing herself. She has been at this for a while, but lately has taken a much more militant stance when it comes to what she will (and more to the point what she WON'T wear) Currently in are dresses. Not just dresses, but party dresses. Princess dresses. The kind of dresses sensible mothers keep wraped in plastic and save for special occasions. These have becomemammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-70856991036850698022010-10-02T21:46:00.002+01:002010-10-02T22:46:52.183+01:00Thoughts on The DayAlmost 12 hours later and I am still buzzing.It was amazing. I was truly overwhelmed by the whole experience. I honestly don't think that I have even finished absorbing everything that happened today, but I'll do my best to write it out here. About two weeks ago, I had the bright idea to sign up Cork City as part of the 2010 Quintessential Breastfeeding Challenge.What with Ireland having the mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-4583048903504448402010-10-02T14:26:00.001+01:002010-10-02T14:27:50.461+01:00Thank YouI would like to say a HUGE thank you to the 97 women, over 100 children and all of the proud papas who filled the mezzanine area of Mahon Point to bursting this morning at 11:00am. We more then surpassed our goals! To put it in perspective, last year in Ireland, around 75,000 babies were born. Of these, 41,250 were latched on after birth, 21,000 were still nursing at 4 months and 938 were mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-10737142940262928232010-09-23T18:34:00.003+01:002010-09-23T19:16:13.037+01:00Irish Women aim to Set Breastfeeding Record!!!I have organized "AN EVENT" (Please note the use of capslock to portray importance of said event.) As part of World Breastfeeding Week (is it just me or does this week seem to happen fairly often?) I have signed up Cork City as a location for the 2010 Quintessence Breastfeeding Challenge. As I have been holed away at the computer and thus dodging my motherly duties for the better part of the mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-86057711829922735372010-09-19T21:31:00.003+01:002010-09-19T21:42:41.270+01:00New Look, Same great Taste...In case you haven't noticed, I've been having more then a little trouble keeping up with my blog of late. It started waaaaaaay back in the spring of the year when I was nominated and then subsequently shortlisted for, an "Irish Blog Award."It continued on through the summer when one by one, bloggers I'd grown to love packed it in and said goodbye to the blogging world. I thought a lot about mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-14053563103125931162010-08-24T02:48:00.000+01:002010-08-24T02:49:14.098+01:00Dear Moon...Dear Moon, Whatever crazy tide/water/magic no sleeping effect you have on my daughter, could you please turn it off now? As much fun as surfing the internet is at 2:45am with a 14month old, I really would like some sleep... Thank you. xmammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-58723819800936266812010-08-15T09:08:00.002+01:002010-08-15T09:33:01.679+01:00What are the odds?My weighing scales are broken.I'm not sure exactly what the problem is, maybe a loose connection? A low battery perhaps? Whatever, the end result is the same in that it keeps insisting that I am 9 pounds heavier then I actually am. This wouldn't be so bad except for the fact that my measuring tape is off as well! I don't know how this one happened. Probably someone accidentally put it in the mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-73068049407242032352010-08-12T09:04:00.002+01:002010-08-12T09:24:50.153+01:00Dear Volcano...Dear Icelandic Volcano,YOU SUCK! I didn't ask for much you know, just a few puffs of ash, maybe a little ominous rumbling, whatever... Just enough to close Irish airspace for a few days. But Noooooooooo.... Stupid volcano, you had to remain calm and settled and cool as a flippin' cucumber while my lovely, wonderful mom who I've gotten to spend the last five weeks with, got on a plane and flew mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-46044403056201670252010-07-06T21:30:00.003+01:002010-07-06T22:02:55.111+01:00The Lost art of House HusbandryMust. Write. Blog.Must. Come up with. Witty. Musings. On day to day life.Must. Not. Get. Distracted. By.A. Abnormally nice weather we've been having lately.B. Blissfully relaxing new three seater swing in the back garden. C. Life in general.Honestly, you'd think that with my husband home full time, I'd now have oodles of empty hours in which to write to my little heart's content. Strangely, thatmammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-2464118707659284552010-06-29T20:30:00.002+01:002010-06-29T20:43:38.670+01:00Carpe DiemMmmmmm....Life is good.I know, I know... Logically, this shouldn't be so. After all, if you look at the facts, i.e my husband's just lost his job and we have no idea when or where he will next find work, I should be feeling a little more tense, a little more worried...But I'm not.I love having him at home. I love spending time together as a family. I love knowing that when things get rough (asmammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.com6