This time last year I had no idea that just a coupke if weeks later I’d be frantically googling “how to start a blog” and indeed starting that blog. But that’s a post for another day.
Blogging has taken me on quite a journey over the past 12 months so I wanted to revisit my most popular posts from 2015, the posts that I have loved writing. The posts that you loved reading. The posts that made me believe that I can do this blogging thing.
And, for those of you that have seen and read them all on this crazy journey of mine this year, thank you. For those of you who are just finding them now – welcome and enjoy I hope you like them so without further ado my Top 10 Most Popular Posts from 2015.
Gone are the days of fun and flirty messages. Gone too are the days of messages suggesting impromptu evenings out. Now it’s all about the Baby vom.
The biggest subject in the supposed “mummy wars” it doesn’t matter how or why you choose to feed your baby the way you choose to feed them. It matters about supporting one another whatever our choices are.
It can feel quite surreal being an expat out here in the desert, when you have weeks that you spend more on coffee than you do on petrol. Every so often things happen and you just stop and think to yourself “only in Dubai”
Blogging has helped me realise just how passionate I am about breastfeeding. To be honest when I’m feeding is when I end up writing all of my posts, provided my little monkey doesn’t decide to contort into one of the positions not talked about in antenatal classes.
You find a lot of parenting bloggers talking baby sleep issues, but what about when your *previously* good sleeping 3 year old starts waking up at night? Every night? I loved writing this as it was a reminder that my Big One is still just a baby and sometimes I need to just cherish the cuddles instead of resenting the wake up.
Having two boys means everything is passed down. Barely any new clothes. But what the Baby has is a more secure Mummy. A more confident Mummy. And the best toy in the world in his big brother.
So which one are you? The scary part is that I am a little bit of all of them….
Written in a haze, in a milky stained top, the top ten signs that you are indeed a breastfeeder. You know. Because we don’t run around topless shaking our tatas shrieking who wants milkies. (Or maybe you do….)
It would appear I’m not alone in being disgusting….. or in picking bogeys out of small people’s noses.
Well a whole host of reasons really and 5 months later not much has changed. Sleeping through the night still feels light years away though I know it will happen one day. Eventually.
Until then? It’s baby snuggles all round.