Neither of us can quite believe that it's come around this quick, but on Monday morning Rachel will go back to work after nine months of maternity leave. And first up for her, a full week of induction. For me, that means Rachel will be out of the house, Monday to Friday, 8 till 6. [...]
As you may already know with this blog, I like to keep things honest. So I'm going to start things off by saying this week started with me struggling. This isn't the first time since considering myself clear of postnatal depression that I've struggled, and I know that it won't be the last. Depression is [...]
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.
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.
Well, this time next week, as you're probably very well aware, it will be Christmas Eve. And as such, I won't be blogging. I try not to allow this blog to impact on my family time as much as I can; of course, it can't fully be avoided. If I want to run this blog, which I very much do, I have to find time to write. But doing it on Christmas Eve is where I draw the line.
On the off chance you don't live in the UK, or own a window for that matter, which would be rather strange, then you might have missed the fact that it's snowed quite a lot this weekend. Well, by a lot, I of course mean by UK standards. If this was Northern Norway it would look like a standard spring morning.
Before I start, I will say that I'm not totally feeling this weeks blog. I know that's not the first time I've said this, but sometimes I feel like I have too much I want to write out, and don't really want to ramble. So instead you get a shortened, slightly rushed version of what I'm actually trying to say. I have thought about doing a podcast, that way I can sit down and actually articulate what I want to convey in a lengthened, drawn out way. I understand that this might not interest many, but for those who are interested, then you will be able to take a lot more from it. Anyway, on to this week, which I will start with a picture of Isabelle with a slight mark on her head after taking a bump. We're not perfect parents, nor do we ever pretend to be: