We love the idea of “New Year, New Me.” Well, some of us do. According to YouGov 21% of us will set a New Year’s Resolution this year, but the vast majority of us will fail. Within a week 21% of people will have already given up on their NYR. So, is there anything you can do to help keep it up? Of course there is, and that’s what I aim to do with this blog post.
I have no idea what leap six is, but apparently Isabelle is currently going through it.
Rachel really likes to use this thing called The Wonders Weeks. It’s not something I’ve really looked at too much, and it does cost you £1.99, but thus far it has been a very valuable tool in predicting when Isabelle will be going through leaps. And as such, a lot of her normal patterns, especially the night ones, will be disrupted.
I’ll be honest, this is actually a backdated post. I initially started this “Our Month in Photo” thing for January, but seeing as we bought the camera before Christmas, and used it quite a lot around then, I thought I’d do this for December too! So here are five photos […]
Fake Penises. Two words I never thought I would put together as the opening sentence to a blog post. Yet here we are. For some bizarre reason I’m here to talk about how selling fake penises to transgender children under the age of five is maybe going a little bit […]
So that’s 2017 inches away from being in the rear view mirror, and since I seemingly like to write nonsense for very little reason other than the fun of writing, I thought I’d talk a little bit about 2017. If you’re not very excited about that prospect, then here are some cute pictures of cats if you feel that more up your street. Also, if you’re thinking about taking up a New Year’s Resolution, then I happen to have a post about it.
Well, after a pretty long day, and a much longer Christmas Eve, we’re done and dusted with Isabelle’s first Christmas.
Overall, it was probably as good as I could’ve hoped it would go. But before I carry on, I will start all of this off by saying I don’t generally like Christmas all that much. I’m not some mean spirited Grinch type person, but a lot of my depression stems from something that happened very near to Christmas nine years ago.