tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22374648515718146642011-11-20T06:25:36.103Zpregnancy, parenting and why 2 under 2 SEEMED like a good idea at the time!mammydiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906061036457420340noreply@blogger.comBlogger2181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237464851571814664.post-91803563641068581792011-06-06T23:03:00.003+01:002011-06-06T23:26:49.373+01:00

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

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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

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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

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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 it

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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 here

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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

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Dear Croup,GO AWAY!!!!!!!Sincerely,Mammy Diaries x

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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,

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It 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

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The 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 become

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Almost 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

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I 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

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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

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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

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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. x

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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

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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

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Must. 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, that

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Mmmmmm....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 (as

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A trip?A trip to LONDON?A trip to London TRAVEL EXPENSES PAID?!?!?!? A trip to London, travel expenses paid, with the chance of a free meal and SPA TREATMENTS?!?!?!?Oh. My. God. Yes dear readers, the good folk at Reebok have seen the great potential which lies within my dear sweet self and wish to whisk me away to London this weekend.In my mind, I've already imagined the endless number of life

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You may be wondering where I've been lately. The truth of the matter is, a lot of things have been happening in my life recently and for the last week or so, I've had to practice the ancient art of whatever the hell the opposite of multi tasking is or risk having my head explode into a thousand tiny pieces. For starters, the recession over here in Ireland finally hit home as the funding dried

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At this moment last year, I was on my knees in the room off the kitchen, howling like a woman possessed. I was, as the midwife had instructed me, screaming the baby out. It was a very different birth to that of your sister. For starters, it was at home. There were no wires connecting me to machines, no tubes of artificial hormones and antibiotics steadily drip, drip, dripping into my arm.

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Dearest darling daughter,While I greatly appreciate your having a poo BEFORE you went to bed, I would have muchly preferred if it hadn't been AFTER I changed your nappy...Sincerely,Your loving Mother

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It seemed like a good idea at the time.The tiny one was set to "Super Whinge" as she only got about 8 hours sleep on account of deciding that 8:00pm was an unacceptable bedtime and that half eleven suited her much better thank you very much.The Snot Queen simply hates to be outdone at anything and so cranked the whinge factor up to max in order to outdo her tiny cohort. My brain was short

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At 10:52 this morning, the Irish Summer began. From behind a rolling bank of grey clouds, a single ray of sun burst through. Excitement began to grow inside of me...Within a few minutes, the tiny hole grew and soon the sky was a glorious blue and the heat of the sun was causing steam to rise from my garden.Quick as a flash, I had the clothes on the line and was filling up the kiddy pool. The

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YUCK! YUCK! BLECH! GAG! Here's a riddle. What's slimy and beige with little black kiwi seeds in it and a stink that would curl your toes? Hint: It's also all over the snot queen's hands.Another Hint: There is a good chance that the entire sitting room will now need a good disinfecting. Final Hint (Just for the hell of it!): The discovery was heralded by the snot queen holding up her hands and

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Mmmm... I was just sitting here thinking "I really should blog about something, but what?" When I took a mosey over to lookingforbluesky and lo and behold, she'd tagged me in a 15 things... meme. So here, for your enjoyment (and because I know you've been dying to know even MORE about me...) are 15 things you may not have known about me...1. Things that scare meI've decided to amend this one to

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AAAGGGHHHH!!!!! BLECH! GRRPPPP!!!! - splutter, splutter, choke - OMG!!!! I don't know where to begin. I just had the great misfortune to catch a few of this week's parenting segments on Ireland A.M and to be quite honest, I don't even know if I can continue typing, such is my disgust at the sheer amount of absolute rubbish being presented.First off, the segment on Ann Sinnott, author of "

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The tiny one is on the move!Well, technically she's been on the move for awhile as she started crawling four months ago and has been wearing the knee (I would say knees except she really only uses one leg and sort of drags the other along underneath her...) out of all of her trousers ever since.But this week has marked a new phase in her life so far, perhaps the most exciting chapter to date as

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Oh where, oh where has mammydiaries gone, oh where oh where can she be?If you said "crazy," you're pretty close. If you said, "vomiting violently after picking up a particularly nasty tummy bug from our local cesspool of filth and disease/indoor kiddie play area," then you'd be right on the money.Other reasons to explain my absence of late include (but are far, far from limited to...) - An

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For anyone planning on being in the Galway area next weekend, The good ladies at mykidstime.ie are holding a Bump & Beyond Expo for pregnant mums and new parents on Sunday, May 9th at The Ardilaun.Mykidstime is a website started by two mums in Galway and has grown from there, it’s all about things to do for your kids, and it's full of baby resources for new parents so that they know where to

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Attention all women: WE HAVE BEEN CONNED!!! It has taken me two pregnancies, two babies, two and a half years of breastfeeding, several bouts of blocked ducts, mastitis, milk blisters, engorgement and most recently, two sore and bleeding, so painful, make me cringe when I even think about nursing, cracked nipples, to make me see what should have been obvious all along. Women's underwear is a

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The tiny one had her first go in the swings this week. I think that the expression on her face says it all...

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I think I've been dumped.It's been over a month since I was asked to take part in the Reebok Easytone campaign and what do I have to show for it? Nothing.That's right. Nada. Zero. Zip. Zilch.No free runners.No free gear.And definitely no new bum :(Sigh.On the bright side, the lovely people at Cushelle (formerly Charmin') actually do care about me and unlike a certain lying, cheating, no good

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(stands up. shuffles nervously from side to side and speaks.) Hello everybody. (coughs a little)My name is Maria and I'm a cookie a holic(Crowd Replies as one) HI MARIA!This is my first time coming here, but it isn't my first time admitting I have a problem. I've known this about myself for a long time now but something happened this morning that made me realize I need to get help.This morning, I

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Dear Tiny One,I am so proud of you for learning a new skill this morning. While your old trick of flinging your porridge bowl to the floor (porridge and all) was impressive enough, your new ability to DETACH THE TRAY FROM YOUR HIGH CHAIR is simply phenomenal! The clatter it made as it hit the floor and the subsequent nerve damage caused to your dear old mother only added to the achievement.The

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Thank you Irish Mammy! You have jump started my Blogging Mojo (and quite possibly my other Mojo as well!) with the Plastic Joy Award. This award is all about those character's from the world of fiction that you so would... you know... Prince Eric from "The Little Mermaid" : Yes, I know, he's a cartoon and he's only 16 with a mildly disturbing desire to find the right girl and get married NOW,

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I have no idea what to write about.That in itself probably means that I should just leave it be and try again later, but I've been doing that all week with the end result that my poor blog has grown a thick layer of dust that would take a sneeze of monstrous proportions to clear. You would then be left with the aftermath of said very large sneeze (yuck!) and the whole cycle of blog cleaning

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First off, let me say that I loved all of your poems, they were absolutely great and I got a real kick reading them. In the end, I put them all into a hat (well, your names anyway, and it was more of a shopping bag then a hat) and am pleased to announce that "Phoenix family fun " will be joining me on the freebok journey. Don't despair though! As you all put so much effort in to your entries, I

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Catchy title, eh?As you may recall, I recently agreed to put aside all my high falutin' principles about keeping my "blog" from being a "flog" when the good folks at Reebok offered to kit me up in their brand new runners, track suit and kit bag, all for FREE!All I have to do is write a review of their new "Easy Tone" runners with bum burning technology and all of it - the runners, the kit, the

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Right. So I totally stole this from Very Bored in Catalunya (the blogger formerly known as Very Bored Housewife who had to change her name when a bunch of dirty ol' pervs got the wrong idea about what her site was all about) Basically, she was tagged legitimately by a fellow blogger who deemed her worthy of tagging and I liked the idea so much I decided to steal it for myself.It's a nice simple

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Back when I first started asking mums and mums to be questions about their experiences of Irish pregnancy and motherhood for "The Mammy Diaries," I received the following reply from a woman who had chosen to give birth at home;"I benefited from the combined experience of my mum and my two older sisters; all three went through the hospital system themselves but encouraged me to explore natural

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Hey everyone!I'm guest blogging today over at Infantasia for Milky Booby Tuesday where the topic of the day is, you guessed it! Boobs. Or, more to the point, breastfeeding. Swing on by and have a gawk, you know you want to...

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Dear Mr. Webster / Oxford/ all other purveyors of dictionaries,Since becoming a mother, I have come to the realization that some of the definitions in your dictionary no longer apply to my everyday life. With that in mind, I have taken the liberty of re-defining some of your more common words and phrases to fit my altered circumstances;Today's Word; CleanClean: (adjective) In regards to clothing

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Okay, so you might find it a little cheesy. I really liked it and thought I'd share it. My mom sent it to me today...HOW TO STAY YOUNG1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay 'them'2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening,

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Reebok Scheebok!Me and my damned morals.I could've had a lovely new pair of trainers and a whole new set of kit to boot for absolutely NOTHING!!!!! That's FREE! NADA! Seriously!All I had to do was right a rave review of Reeboks new EasyTone trainers and their advanced bum burning technology on this, my lovely blog, and it all would have been mine. The shoes, the kit, the bag, THE BUM!!!!!!But

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The Snot Queen has hit a new milestone.She can now wipe her nose with a tissue. After months and months of wrestling her to the ground and pinning her shaking head in place so we could wipe the gelatinous ooze (and the ever delightful crusty bits!) from her upper lip before she had a chance to shove it in her mouth and slurp it down (GAG!) our little princess has learned some manners (and basic

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I want to stop.I want everything to pause for just a moment while I step outside and take a break. A nap would be preferable, but any sort of break will suffice.Even a deep breath will do.A blissful few hours where there is nobody teething or asking for something in a language I don't understand. Where there are no dirty bottoms or snotty noses that need to be wiped and which guarantee more

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The times they are a changin'...The tiny one had her nine month developmental check today. You know, the one where they check and see if your baby can hear(she can) if she's growing okay (She's huge.) and whether or not she has acquired such all important life skills as the ability to pick up a block and pass it from one hand to the other (she has.)I was happy enough that all looked well, but

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I was just heading to bed when I saw the following question on the CNN news in regards to the Killer Whale who, well, killed his trainer.They asked, in all apparent sincerity, if he was a, "Powerful Predator or Performer?"Seriously?Do you even have to ask?I'm going to bed. My brain hurts.

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I was pottering about online today when I decided to hit up my old friend e-bay for some pregnancy tests.Before you break out the bubbly (or the straitjacket for that matter) I am not now (to the best of my knowledge) nor do I plan to be at any point in the near future, pregnant. Two under two is quite enough for the moment please and thank you.So why, you ask, the pregnancy tests?Three words.

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I have a serious case of the "I don't have a sweet clue what to feed myself for lunch or prepare my family for supper and to be quite honest, I couldn't particularly be bothered anyway." 's I have a bag of chicken breasts, some brussel sprouts and some corn on the cob thawing away in the sink. There are potatoes and onions in the cupboard and carrots and parsnips in the fridge (do parsnips go in

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Oh dear god! Thanks to a combination of sleeplessness and general mommy brain, I am horrified to admit that I've yet to say thank you to the lovely Young Mummy for the Sunshine Award she bestowed upon me last week in the midst of teething hell (still going strong thank you very much!) In fact, it was only just now, when the fab Last of the Mojitos presented me with the SAME award, that I

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Right, in the name of love and in the spirit of the season (can you really call Valentine's Day a season?) I have decided to take a break from sleepless nights and snotty noses to tell a tale of love's young dream. A story so sweet as to give you cavities and so pure and true that if you listen long enough, you just might hear an angel cry...And so, without further adieu, I give you the true

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Dearest Darling Husband,You may wonder why I am writing you in the middle of the day. I thought it might be best to warn you in advance.I'm having one of "those" days.If you check the time, you will see that it is currently naptime. Unfortunately, nobody seems to have informed the girls of this and instead they are wandering about the house dripping food onto the (freshly mopped) floors. I am

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My blog has been looking a little malnourished lately. I don't know why. I'm sure that it has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I've had to redefine my definition of "Good Night Sleep" to include "Night's where I only have to switch beds three times or less." It probably doesn't have anything to do either with the fact that the not so tiny one (at eight months old she is weighing in

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Calling all Mommas! Calling all Mommas! Has your patience been tried to the limit? Are you down to your last frayed nerve? Does the sound of your children's cat like squalling make you want to peel off your skin and run far, far away? Do you almost choke with the effort it takes not to stand in the middle of the kitchen and scream back as loud as you possibly can at them until their hair blows

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A B C D E F Gee2 little eyes are fighting sleepH I J shhhhh it's Oh KIt's time to drift offIt's been a long dayTwinkle twinkle little starL M N O P Q Areyou sleeping yet my tiny onewho counts to treesand thinks it funto reach her arms upoh so highlike a diamond in the skyand when she's wornshe'll turn to meand I will sing her A B C'sGood night sleep tightmy tiny oneand sleep so sweet till

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Well! Here's something to brighten my day. A great big, heartfelt thank you to Looking for Blue Sky for nominating me for an Irish Blog Award! From the tips of my toenails to the ends of my hair, thank you. You may have just bought the Snot Queen a stay of execution :) If you would like to learn more about the Blog Awards, you can either click here and go directly to their site, or else you

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It's 5:23 in the morning. It's been just over 3 hours since the Snot Queen decided that enough was enough with all this sleep malarkey and declared herself open for business.The fact that she is still playing merrily away and completely oblivious to the twitching pile of simmering rage that is currently masquerading as her mother is a testament to my ever stretched patience.I am within sniffing

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Calling all mums! Calling all mums! Are you sick of being driven crazy by babies who just won't nap and who insist on waking up at all hours of the night, to the point that you just want to throw them out the window BUT YOU CAN'T???????Well, suffer no more because there IS a solution! Allow me to introduce (drumroll please...) "SWIFTY SAFETY THE SANITY SLIDE!!!" Imagine if you will the

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"Top Ten "Laugh or Cry' moments of my morning thus far"10. Watching my daughter pull out all the wipes from the packet at 5:30 in the morning and wondering exactly how many times I can stuff them back in before it officially becomes "Disgustingly Unhygienic."9. Taking away the wipes only to turn around and find her feeding sock raisins (yes, these would be raisins from the bottom of her sock) to

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The Snot Queen just walked by with her Uncle's hat pulled low over her eyes. My dad watches her from his chair and sighs.No no no no no. It's her newest word. She's very good at it.Small one is giving out on the floor. She wants in on the action.Her dad runs over and helps her to stand.Click.Flash.My dad records another moment.uh oh. uh oh.Another new word.I listen as my inlaws chatter amongst

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Just a few pics of our special day (because I know you've all been dying to see them!)

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I have a perm. Apparently, when I told the stylist "Nice body wave a la Reese Witherspoon," she heard, " Great big perm a la Monica from friends that time they all went to Bermuda." I made the appointment yesterday afternoon and stressed to the woman on the phone that what I wanted was a body wave, NOT a perm. So far, so good. I then proceeded to research bodywaves on the internet so

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Fun things to happen in the days leading up to your wedding:1. Coming down with some sort of hideous, evil, chesty cold bug. You know. The kind that gives you that lovely red nosed, puffy cheeked, dead eyed look that is just oh so popular amongst brides.2. Discovering that your children no longer require sleep and that 2am seems to be a perfectly respectable time to start up a great big game

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In three more sleeps, I will officially be Mrs. Himself.Or Mrs. Herself - Himself.Or maybe even just Ms. Herself.Of course, I could always do the old Mrs. Herself professionally (in the hopes that my Christmas dreams come true and this year finds the Mammydiaries published and on a bookshelf near you) and Mrs. Himself on personal things like greeting cards and dental appointment notices. Given

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It is four in the morning on Christmas Eve.And no, before you ask, it is not the excitement of the season that has me up at this ungodly hour when I should be nestled all snug in my bed, with visions of sugarplums (Maltesers?) dancing in my head. No. It is a certain unruly toddler who has discovered giant, Snot Queen size loopholes in the "Sleeping whilst at Nanny and Grandad's" section of the "

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My father has kidnapped my fiance.They left the house over 2 hours ago to get their tuxes fitted for the wedding. Thirty minutes later, Dad called to say that he was taking my beloved, "for a ride."I'm just a little bit scared.I love my partner. I want us to spend the rest of our lives together. I want our wedding to go ahead as scheduled in just under two weeks time.Somehow, being taken "for

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Things that made me smile today:Listening to the Snot Queen as she chased my family's dog calling "Lie - lee! Ro Ove!" That's toddler speak for "Reilly, Roll Over!" Something the poor animal will happily do when the promise of a Milk Bone (or a cheerio) is on offer. Watching my dad lying with the tiny one after her nap. The two of them just passing the time chatting and smiling away as if they'd

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Okay.Breathe.Deep Breaths...In, out, in...."AH! AH! AH! NO TOUCHIES!!!!"and out..."DOWN! NOW!"Oh my god. Packing and children do NOT go together. Neither, it seems, does "taking a break from packing to do a spot of blogging..." mix well with the under two set.My mantra for today is, "I will not throw my children out the window." So long as I can do this, I will consider myself "Mother of the

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Dear Santa,I'll keep this letter short as the babies are sleeping, the kitchen's a disaster and there is something that smells vaguely of pizza on the hem of my sweater, but as we haven't had that gourmet delight in weeks, I'll assume it's a bit of sauce from Monday's spaghetti.Just so you know, the girls are way too young to "get" you yet, so I've decided that this year I will be hijacking the

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Today I gave an interview to the Sunday Times Newspaper. It was about my reaction as a stay at home mother to the 2010 Irish budget released yesterday. In Particular, to the decision to cut more then 10% from the children's allowance. A decision which was fought tooth and nail by a small but devoted group of Irish parents who over the last 8 months campaigned tirelessly for all of our nation's

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Oh God. I am mortified.Seriously, I really should come with a disclaimer. Perhaps I could hand one out to people upon first meeting them. Just a little note to explain that despite initial impressions and potentially odd behaviours, I really am an interesting, intelligent and - dare I say it - amusing human being.For the record, this is not the way that this blog was supposed to start.Ever

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Phew! I have been blogging like a maniac this week. Small gems of wisdom have been bursting all around me as I crafted post after post after post! Unfortunately, I committed none of them to paper (not that I ever do, but somehow the phrase "committed none of them to internet/keyboard/computer" doesn't have quite the same ring) and as I have yet to figure out how to transmit my thoughts

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Apparently, the river around the town where I live has burst it's banks.I had no idea.Just down the road from us, Cork City has been completely flooded and the city centre shut down.Again, not a clue.A few of our neighboring towns are being described online as "disaster zones" and "washed away."I was not aware of this.Almost every main road in the county has been closed and those that remain open

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Our washing machine is broken. The last time this happened, we were footloose and fancy free with not a care (or child) in the world.Do you know how disastrous a broken washer is in a house with two small children? Well, allow me to recap a few highlights of the last 48 hours:1. The small one has become an absolute pro in the ever popular game of "eat waaaay more then your tummy can hold and

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It's that time of year again...No, not Christmas (despite what the shops would have you believe. All right boys! Move out Halloween, roll on Christmas!)Not Halloween either (Did you not see the unbreakable Christmas tree ornaments in aisle two?)Too late for back to school...And waaaaaaaaaay too early for Easter eggs (Does anyone else find it kind of sad that Cadbury's eggs can now be had all

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Ha Haaaa! The new plan is a success! Sort of. You see, I recently came to the conclusion that being a stay at home mom/ not so domestic goddess with two smallies under the age of two is not exactly conducive to the finishing of a manuscript. Not during the day at least. It seems that the dynamic duo have picked up on my wanting to do something other then cater to their every whim and together

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Want to hear a great way to light a fire under your arse? Get an early morning tip off from a friend that someone else is working on THE EXACT SAME PROJECT THAT YOU ARE!!!!! And by someone, I mean a certain website where I discussed my book and found volunteers to help me out with it. I'm sure that this is merely a coincidence of course and that they're not a bunch of GREAT BIG IDEA STEALERS!!!

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There. That feels better.

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Funny enough, I had a dream last night that myself and Irishmammy were protesting cuts to child benefit and were each given a chance to talk to Brian Cowen after which we each agreed that he was a lovely man and it was a shame about his shit policies and grotesque incompetence at running the country.I woke up this morning and checked my facebook only to find this latest news from PACUB (parents

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Okay, so I know that I'm only supposed to be writing about well, my writing, but OH MY GOD!!!! the Universe keeps sending little events my way that just SCREAM "BLOG ABOUT ME!!!!! PUHLEEEEASE!!!!"For starters, I am yet another step further from being a licensed driver. Having failed my theory test on the first go, I was determined that despite having NO DESIRE TO DRIVE WHATSOEVER (can you hear

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Right!The time has come.It is time for me to get off my arse and get down to work. The "Mammy Diaries" has been stalled at Just under 100 000 words for the last month or so and as the writing fairy seems to be missing in action along with the editing fairies and the Pitching to Publisher elves, I suppose I'd best be getting back to what I've been supposed to be doing all along...Finishing the

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It was the sound of suckling that awoke me. That incessant "slurp, slurp, slurp" which all parents know as infant speak for "I'm hungry. Feed me now and nobody gets hurt. Wait 2 seconds and I will scream so loud that birds will fly from the trees and worse, the snot queen will wake up thinking it's time to start the day." It was 5:30 in the morning. On a Saturday. Forgive me for wanting to

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Ooooooh!!!! Yay! My humble blog has been the recipient of TWO more awards this week!!! Thank you so much to Nicole at the young mama blog for my second Lovely blog award (It's down in my awards section). Now for some cut and pasting...The rules of the "One Lovely Blog Award" are:Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award, and his or her

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My baby is a dancer.This is something we've always known. Put on anything with even the vaguest semblance of a beat and she's off. Rock, country, showtunes, whatever.... if it has a beat, she's got the moves to match.It doesn't even have to be music. Mid way through the rinse cycle, our washing machine has a tendency to rock out of it's own accord and everytime, without fail, the snot queen

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There is nothing quite like the sense of foreboding one gets from ordinary household items once one becomes a parent. Today's example? The lid from the jar of nappy cream resting on the arm of the couch sans rest of jar. Pre children, this item would actually not be found in my house, however, had it's lid somehow been discovered there, the worst case scenario would have involved a jar of nappy

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If you could open up my head right now, you would be blown back by the force and sheer volume of thoughts and emotions that would hit you like a truck and leave you lying dazed and confused wondering, "What the hell just happened?"I'm having one of "those" days. The days where nothing makes sense and everything seems to either irritate or frustrate me or else seems hell bent on getting in my way

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My Printer hates me. I have a small window known as “naptime” in which to print off and edit several hundred pages of musings on various “birth and baby” related topics (Today we do the third trimester and all the joys that go with it, hello perineal massage!) this would be fine were it not for the small matter of my printer refusing to do the job for which it was named, i.e print the damn

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Oh God! I feel like I've been hit by a truck... What is WRONG with me? My head hurts, my body hurts, my eyeballs feel like they weigh about two stone each and everything around me is just a bit too fast and a bit too loud.Am I dying? Is it the plague? Is it Swine Flu?Oh...Wait a minute.I'm the mother of a baby going through a growth spurt.A Growth spurt which involves her feeding all. Night.

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The Artist at Work... Putting on the finishing touches.Et Voila!!!Home Sweet HomeYup, we wallpapered the interior with pages from the Argos catalogue...

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This is what happens when you are sleep deprived, have some spare cardboard on hand and have a "great" idea....Yup, I've built my daughter her very own shanty...

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