Ways I ruined my toddler’s life…

I’m considering changing The Stuntman’s nickname to The Strop. In the last few days he has changed from being my happy-go-lucky, cheerful little side kick to being a moany, whiney, tantrum-throwing little monster who’s favourite word is “Nooooooo…….”, delivered from a scrunched up face full of hate. I’m not new to the world of toddler tantrums, but some of his […]

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Flying with an 18 month old AKA the Flight from Hell

The one and only cute moment of our journey So I don’t know if I jinxed myself by being so worried about flying with my toddlers, or if it was just always destined to be an horrendous experience. As it turns out, I was completely justified in my pre-flight concern because the entire journey was a freaking NIGHTMARE! My first […]

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The Curse of the Upper Lip Tie

The Curse of the Upper Lip Tip | www.toiletsarentforturtles.com

While I’d heard of Tongue Ties before, I’d never heard of an Upper Lip Tie until it turned our lives upside down after the arrival of my second child. L-Plate Mum When Little Miss was born 3 years ago, she refused to take my breast for the first 24 hours, and I had to feed her my colostrum through a […]

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Nature vs Nurture

I see a lot of families where the kids look like carbon copies of each other; they share the same face shape, or hair, or specific features, and you can just tell that they’re related. My kids couldn’t be more different from each other, they look nothing alike. Little Miss is the spit of her dad, and was born with […]

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Dairy free, soy free – our CMPI story

I have lots of conversations with girlfriends about whether or not we’re ‘finished’ having babies. While most of my friends have two kids, a few have three, and one very dear friend who went for number three, ended up with three and four. You know who you are my love 😉 I always thought I’d like to have three kids […]

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My mortifying brush with fame

Steve 'The Commando' Wilson, looking very imposing in black sunglasses

I had a rather humiliating experience yesterday, care of my Little Miss. We were hanging out in the parents’ room at our local Westfield (as you do); the Stuntman needed a fresh nappy, and I knew Little Miss would be happy to play in the dingy ‘playroom’ in there for a while. I heard the door open behind me, but […]

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