They say a girls first love is their dad – and for me that’s true! Growing up I remember how hard my dad worked to provide for his family, striving to give us the life he wasn’t lucky enough to have himself growing up. He’s kind, gentle, funny, honest and loving and I consider myself very lucky to have him. I knew I wanted the father of my children to be every inch the man my dad was.
Bathtime is a pretty big deal in our house, you could actually go as far to say it’s the main event of the day! No matter how tired and grouchy Max is getting, as soon as we pop him in the big tub full of warm H2O his little face lights up, the whinging stops and the splashing begins.
Dementia is overwhelming, not only for the people who have it, but also for their caregivers and families. I’ve experienced first hand the strain that having a relative with dementia can put on their loved ones. My nan was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease back in 2001 and the speed of her decline was frightening.
I remember my first ever rollercoaster experience like it was yesterday. It was 1996 and I was 13 years old. My mum had convinced me to join her and my sister on one of their favourite rides, Kumba at Busch Gardens, Orlando. I wasn’t what you’d call a thrill seeker and my nerves were steadily building as we waited in line.
When Max was born I couldn’t wait to go tiny clothes shopping and as soon as I could walk (those damn stitches) I hit the shops, armed with the husbands debit card and was hell bent on doing some serious spending. But as I went from store to store I noticed something, I couldn’t miss it actually as it was glaringly obvious.
As most parents do, we’re keen to pass on our childhood memories to Max, so when the sun was shining this morning we grabbed the camera, hopped into the car and headed to our nearest bluebell woods about 30 minutes drive away. However Lady Luck wasn’t quite on our side.
Here in the UK we’re lucky enough to receive health care free of charge through the National Health Service (NHS), but sometimes this care may not be accessible right when you need it, be that due to waitlists or various other reasons. Did you know that a staggering 3.3 million people were on the NHS waiting list at the end of 2015?
It’s an unexpected and cruel twist of fate. You’re in the throws of adjusting to life with a new baby. Your extended beauty routine has been flung out of the window and has been downgraded to some dry shampoo, a mum-bun and a dab of blusher at best. So imagine the horror when your hair decides to have a mind of its own, go off the rails and start falling out!
Another month and another update. I can’t quite believe it but we’re no longer in single figures and my darling Maxy Moo you are now 10 months old! We’re hurtling towards your 1st birthday at a rate of knots and before we know it we’ll have a one year old on our hands! Time is going too fast.
Those of you who know me will know I have a (not so secret) love of afternoon tea. So when the Beauty and the Beast inspired ‘Tale as Old as Time’ afternoon tea rolled into town and pitched up at London hotel The Kensington I knew I just had to book up – and fast!