The Tooth Fairy | First Tooth Gone, Second Tooth Wobbly

I'm feeling a tad emotional tonight, as I sat watching as my eldest baby, excitedly showed me that after losing her first baby tooth only two weeks ago, she now has yet another wobbly tooth, and I'm looking at her, and the sheer excitement in her at the fact, the tooth fairy will be making another return, probably pretty soon, and I'm thinking, where the heck did my baby go? 

I read a blog post, not too long ago, about another mother going through this, and then, I couldn't relate. Lacey-Beth still had all her baby teeth, and I literally couldn't wait until one fell out, to A) play the tooth fairy but importantly B) let her experience it, she was desperate to lose a tooth, everyday since starting primary school, it's all she talked about, wishing she could lose a tooth, so the tooth fairy would come to her. She was so excited, but so impatient waiting. 

So when it finally happened, we did make such a big deal out of it for her - more so because, she swallowed that first tooth, and was so disappointed in herself, and worried that the tooth fairy wouldn't come, because there was no tooth to give. 

So we did make it incredibly special and made her know, that the tooth fairy would still arrive.. that I didn't have time to take it all in, that my baby, had lost her first baby tooth. 

Off course, I got a little teary eyed, but trying to keep her spirits up, I couldn't stay that way nor could I show her those tears welling up.

But now, tonight, as she sat on my bed, eagerly showing me that second wobbly tooth, questioning me, impatiently wondering when this tooth would fall out, hoping that she's able to save this one, and pop it underneath her pillow for Rosie (her own tooth fairy) to come and collect.. I couldn't help but look at her and think whoa slow down kid. 

You're growing up way to fast! It's as if I blinked, and voila, you were a preschooler.. How did this happen so quickly? 

As that previous blog post I read stated.. how they remember the first baby teeth arriving, and every other tooth after that? 

I remember it all too well also!  I remember that first tooth cutting. I remember how miserable it made her. I remember trying everything under the sun, different teething gels and powders, none of which helped her any. I remember watching her cry in pain, and feeling so useless, not knowing how I could help ease the pain for her. I remember the first time we tried anbesol liquid (which btw, worked a treat) and how relieved we were, to have found something that helped in some way. I remember feeling that first tooth cut the gum, and feeling relieved that finally, the worst was over for her, and seeing her go back to her happy smiley little self again. And I remember how I counted every single tooth after that popping up, and how I longed for teeth after teeth to arrive, just so we could get the teething stage over us. I wanted them to all come at once, just so it would pass, and she wouldn't be in pain anymore.. and so maybe, we could all get a decent night's sleep. 

Sleep became pretty non-existent when she teethed.. It's the same for all or most babies, I assume. 

The teething phase, is tiring for any parent.. and we were no different. I wanted it over and done with. 

I remember every little tiny detail, about her teething phase, the little things she used to chomp down on, how her cheeks used to turn a bright rosy red colour, when she was teething, and the only time she ever dribbled or drooled was when a tooth was cutting, she was always such a clean, dry baby otherwise. 

And now, we've jumped forward a few years, and here she is, losing those very teeth, that it feels as though only grew a matter of months ago! How is this possible? 

My baby, has gotten so grown up, and it's so hard to take it in. 

I can still remember, back to my own childhood when the tooth fairy came, it was a super exciting time, and I am excited to now go through all of this with my own daughter, I just wish time would slow down a bit, or we could have some kinda pause button, even for just a little while? 


How old was your child(ren) when they lost their first tooth? 
Do you believe in the tooth fairy?
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My Local Mental Health Team Failed Me | Anxiety, Depression & Me

Failed.... by the Mental Health Team!

For the past twelve years... yes, that is correct TWELVE years, I have been failed time and time again by the mental health team, in my area. They failed constantly to recognise that I needed help, and now, twelve years on, I've reached my breaking point, anxiety has struck me down, and I'm desperate for help, more than ever, for my kids sake, not just mine. 

At the age of just 15 years old, I thought I had it all. I did have it all. I had an amazing family, who supported me through everything, they were always there, no matter what I did, they were there.. I know I put them through some pretty rough patches, and around this age I did start to rebel a little. I was caught on numerous occasions underage drinking, I got cautioned by the police the first few times, until they did end up putting me on probation, and still it didn't stop me drinking. I would stay out, sometimes all weekend and not return home.. And I did get mixed up with the wrong crowd. But, no matter what happened, my parents were there for me, through it all, they never once turned their backs. 

I had, what I thought at the time good friends around me. Friends that I could laugh and joke with, have some 'banter' with. Friends that were 'always there' - friends that I could rely on. Either way, no matter what happened between us, back then, they were the best thing ever, and I loved them all to bits, I couldn't have pictured not having them friends, in my life. 

I was in a relationship with a "boy" - that I thought was the love of my life. I was head over heels bat shit crazy about this dude. He was like a God to me, and he could do nothing wrong in my eyes. I'm not going to insult him, because we did end on good terms, and I do still see him from time to time, and we would pass each other with a simple 'hello' - and for a while after we broke up, we did remain friendly, until I moved away.. But, at the time, breaking up seemed like the worst thing ever. 

I was going through my GCSE's at the time also, and to be fair, as stressful as they were, I didn't do too badly judging by my results. Despite being a stupid little girl, becoming mixed up in alcohol and getting myself into trouble.. life did seem awesome! 

But something was still missing. 

I missed 'home' - Two years previous, we had moved to a whole new area - And as much as I did love my new friends - I hated the area, and still missed my old friends, that I was slowly but surely starting to lose all contact with.  I had made new friends in the new area we lived, but I didn't fit in. They all grew up together, they all knew each others stories, history, they knew each other inside out, I was an outsider coming into that, and I knew I didn't belong nor fit in, as much as I tried. They made me feel welcomed and accepted yes.. But I still missed where I belonged. I still missed my friends. 

Splitting up with 'that boy' also didn't help the mix, and being that involved with impressing my friends by drinking so much, wasn't a very good mix! The stress of my GCSE's was getting on top of me also, and I just had enough. 

One night, my parents went out for a meal. I through a house party, I invited everyone round for drinks, and I ended up overdosing on my parents kitchen floor. I don't even remember what I took. I don't remember how many I took. I don't even remember getting to the hospital. All I remember is waking up in hospital the following day. 

I regretted what I had done instantly. I shouldn't have done it. I don't know why I done it. 

And I felt ashamed. Ashamed for putting my family through that, my parents, ashamed at the fact my younger brother was home, when I done it, and seen me in that state. Ashamed that I worried so many people, including some friends that did come to help me. Ashamed that I had let so many people see me like that, and find me like that. I knew when I woke up that day in hospital that I didn't want to die. I made a really horrible decision that night, based on temporary feelings, with alcohol thrown into the mix. Things should never have gotten that far, and all I could do was apologise. 

I was discharged from hospital later into that morning, but was offered no further support, I was offered no counselling of any sort. Granted, I did regret what I done, but I was still feeling low at the time and I didn't know why I felt that way. I didn't know why I felt like I needed to end things the night before, even if I did regret what I did.

Fast forward two years. I was then seventeen! And again, loving life. 

Everything was perfect. I was happy again. 

I had my family, my friends and I was in a new relationship. But again, mixed up with the wrong crowd. I spent the whole of that summer, drinking with that crowd. 

My Uncle, who was like a second father to me, had taken ill. He was in and out of hospital. So because I was travelling in and out of town to meet up with my friends and boyfriend, I would have occasionally popped into see my Uncle at his flat, to make sure he was O.K , to see if there was anything he needed, just anything I could for for him really. 

Myself and my Uncle had a really close bond. We always had done. But he didn't approve of my relationship. He knew this boy, he lived beside him, knew his family, knew him, knew what they were like.. and he warned me off. Off course I didn't listen, I thought I knew best as per usual. This caused a lot of tension and friction between my Uncle and I. He was trying to protect me and I was being stubborn and refusing to listen. So as weeks past, the more I went to visit him, the more we argued, about anything really. He was getting worse, he was in pain, he was sore and very ill, and in this state, he was still trying to protect me, only I didn't see it that way then. He was getting more and more frustrated with me, and I know that now.. so the last time I seen him, we had a huge argument, and I never went back to his flat. 

Two days later, he died. 

That tore me about. At first I didn't really know what to do. I didn't want to believe it. I felt numb, for a while. Just shocked and couldn't really take it in, or at least I didn't want to take it in.. But then I felt anger, and I remember going out and getting drunk with those friends, and saying awful things about him. I told them I hated him, because I did. I hated him for leaving me. I hated him for arguing with me. I hated him for not going and getting the help he needed, because maybe then he would still be here. 

For weeks, months, heck even years after that, I've felt anger, guilt, sadness, so many mixed emotions over his death, that I don't even know how I'm supposed to feel, how I'm supposed to act. Am I allowed to talk about him? Am I allowed to be angry with him, when he was a grown man? Am I allowed to be sad that we lost him, whenever I chose not to see him again after we argued? Am I allowed to miss him, when he was trying to protect me, and I was too blind to notice it? 

I just didn't know how I was supposed to react! 

Mum noticed I was slipping into a depression over this, so we went to the Doctor. The doctor said I needed bereavement counselling, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He didn't refer me for anything. He didn't do anything actually. Again, I was left. So I just got on with it, on my own. I just stopped talking about it. I just let it build up and eat away inside me, I figured that's what I was supposed to do, as there's no help to stop me feeling how I did, so I just had to deal with it, and try to ignore how I felt. 

Fast forward another two years! 

I'm nineteen years old now! And just found out I'm expecting my first child, with David. 

We are over the moon, excited, mum and dad are excited to become grandparents. Everyone is over the moon for us. This is the best bit of news the family had, had for ages. Mum and Dad were already getting a deposit put down on a pram for their first grandchild. 

We were happy. All of us. 

Until that happiness came crashing down around us, when a scan told me I had lost our baby. 

Again, we were all tore apart. Everyone kept trying to talk to me. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to be left alone. For days on end I felt like someone had it in for me. Why would they take my baby? An innocent little child, that barely even had the chance to grow, barely even had a heartbeat, just snatched away like that. 

I felt numb for around a week, before I started to feel a bit better. I looked around and realised I wasn't the only person that had lost this tiny life. 

David had barely shed a tear, and I questioned why? Did he not feel how I did, this was his son or daughter too.. but he had been holding back his feelings, trying to be strong for my sake. Mum and Dad barely talked about it.. again, trying to spare my feelings. I realised, everyone was walking on eggshells, incase I got upset again. 

I didn't want that.. I wanted them to grieve for their loss too! So I tried to be strong for them. 

I let them grieve, I gave them time. I talked, openly about things. 

I thought I was getting brave, but I still found myself, crying in pain most nights. 

I still had so many unanswered questions. And the thoughts of babies, and pregnancies, I felt bitter and jealous. I hated feeling that way. Anyone's pregnancy is a blessing. And I wasn't the only person to have ever suffered a loss that way. 

But I couldn't help how I felt. 

Again.. I asked for help. This time, I was given it. 

I was referred to my local mental health team to start counselling. 

This lasted no more than a few weeks. They signed me up online for a course, at the end of that course I had two sessions with a counsellor, then I refused to go back. 

I had opened up to this counsellor, about many things. About my attempted overdose, about my uncles death, about the miscarriage - and how I did plan on having more kids in the future.. Do you know what she said to me? ... Her exact words to me were

"but if your still depressed by the time you have another child, you will have it taken off you for being depressed"

I shit you not. 

Now... I understand, she probably wanted me, not to be depressed... maybe she was trying to scare me into getting and sticking at the help? I don't know! I honestly don't. 

All I know is, those words scared the living shit out of me. 

That isn't what I wanted. I didn't want to lose any future kids the minute I gave birth. I didn't want to lose them full stop. I had already lost one child, taken from me far too soon, I was not prepared to lose any more. 

So, I stopped going. I pretended I was fine. I pretended that somehow, I had managed to overcome this 'depression' and felt fine in myself again. I just pretended everything was o.k. I was 'normal' .. I didn't need looking after, I didn't need to talk to anyone.. My head was clear, I was feeling fresh. Everything was fine... Like it was only the bug I was getting over or something.

But deep down inside, I was getting worse and worse by the day, and anxiety was eating me up alive, and I felt like I couldn't admit it to anyone, out of fear. 

Then.. A year and a half later. 

Our rainbow baby came along. Lacey-Beth! 

By this stage, anxiety had a hold over me. I wasn't in control of my own mind anymore. 

But I still wouldn't admit that to anyone. 

Because the pregnancy and birth went absolutely fine, I was still so afraid of losing Lacey-Beth. Those words kept ringing in my ears, and the miscarriage kept playing, over and over again in my head. I felt, she was too good to be true. She was so perfect and the most beautiful little girl I had ever laid my eyes upon. How could I create something so perfect? How could I be the mother to someone so beautiful? It had to be too good to be true. 

I had myself convinced, that something was going to happen, that I was going to lose her. 

So I became utterly terrified of cot death. The midwives every single visit kept rhyming it into my head, repeatedly to the point, I couldn't focus on anything else at nights, my mind went into overdrive. 

So I just stayed awake. I sat by her moses basket, just watching her sleep peacefully. Any little sound she made, I bounced up. 

I was living off energy drinks, and toast. I had lost so much weight, and I had huge black bags under my eyes. 

The health visitor said she thought I was suffering with post natal depression. 

She didn't follow through with anything though, and didn't suggest anything for me. 

So I don't know to this day whether I was, or wasn't. 

Now.. fast forward six years. 

I'm now - almost 27 years old. Two healthy, beautiful girls. Engaged and getting married next year. 

And it's only recently in the last few months, I've decided to stand up and go and get myself the help I need. 

I started suffering with anxiety and panic attacks in 2016.. I took myself into the doctors, into A&E thinking something was seriously wrong with me, not knowing what was going on. This went on for quite a while, before one doctor eventually did diagnose me with anxiety, and gave me Citalopram. 

These have really helped me, and I decided then to refer myself for counselling, in a completely different area. 

I had my induction with the counsellor last week, and it went really well. 

She was lovely, and was so shocked at how many health professionals in the mental health department have let me down and refused to help properly. 

She gave me some good pointers, and some booklets on sleep problems, dealing with panic attacks, bereavement. Just talking for that one hour with her, really did help. I got a lot of my chest, and I am looking forward to getting stuck into the counselling sessions, and getting the help I need and deserve. 

I want my life back. And I am determined to get it back again. 

Anxiety and Depression stole it from me, now I'm reclaiming it and kicking their butts. Not only for me, but my girls deserve this too, they deserve a mummy, that isn't afraid to be herself. That can be the role model they deserve. 

My local mental health team may have failed me... but another mental health team have already started saving me, and I am so thankful for that, and so thankful to my Mum, for always pushing me and encouraging me to speak out, and taking each step with me. 

Date Night Ideas | Share Yours

How often do you and your partner have date night? 

Do you guys find it difficult to have date night when you have kids? 

or do you guys simply make time to have date night around the kids?

Myself and David haven't ever really had 'date night' .. I mean, we have time to ourselves, on a weekly basis. I'm extremely lucky that my parents are so hands on with the girls, and do like having them over for sleepovers. They would go on a Saturday night, most weekends. There is weekends that Lexie-Anna will refuse to go, she's such a little homebird. 

But even still, whenever we are lucky enough to have both girls away at the same time, we don't do 'date night' .. I would come home, catch up on housework, then go to bed and watch telly, David would play his xbox.. or we would watch a film and grab a takeaway, nothing overly exciting or romantic. 

But, having anxiety, and not getting out of the house as much, I do want to change that. 

I am so fed up of anxiety kicking my ass, I want to get better, and to do that, we need baby steps, so I thought it would be nice to list a few 'date night ideas' and maybe even once a month, or once every couple of months, David and I could tick something 'new' off the list.. and maybe even invite friends along on a few ideas and make it a 'couples night' - Just to get us out and about, and doing something instead of lounging about all the time. 

It would be nice to spend a bit of time with David, being us, instead of looking at the same four walls every day!

So below is my list of ideas. 

If you guys have any amazing ideas, do share. I used to always be up for trying new things.. I'd love to get back to that! So post away, any date night ideas that you and your other half do? 

1. Cinema 
2. Meal in a fancy restaurant 
3. Paranormal Tour 
4. A long walk 
5. A bar for drinks 
6. A fun fair 
7. A concert 
8. A night in a hotel 
9. Lunch date 
10. Shopping trip 
11. Ice-cream or milkshake date 
12. Food and Cocktails 
13. Pub Crawl 
14. Takeaway and Games Night at home 
15. Curry night and alcohol at home 
16. Market shopping 
17. Ice skating / Bowling 
18. T.v Series Marathon 
19. Couple Massages 

Valentine's Day | Soppy Post For The Better Half.

Since it's valentine's day, I thought a soppy post wouldn't go a miss, for my idiotic other half. 

Nah, I really do love him.. honest! 

We have been together seven years now, and it has been the best seven years of my life. 

We have moved in together, have two absolutely beautiful daughters, that are, our world, and we're planning the next chapter in our lives... we are saying I Do next year. 

I'm not going to lie, things aren't always how they seem, our relationship is far from perfect, our lives are far from perfect. We have just about as many 'down days' as we have 'up days' .. things don't always turn out how we planned or expected, we fight, argue, bicker and get on, like an auld married couple, that's been together seventy odd years.. but when push comes to shove, we take each day as it comes and we deal with shit together, as a family. 

This guy, is the biggest pillock that walked into my life, he's such an idiot, pretty much all of the time, I'm not even gonna try and convince anyone that there are days that he's 'normal' because David doesn't do normal, he's an idiot, period. 

He can act like such a child at times, and I swear there are days I do feel as though I'm raising three kids, not two. He does my head in quite a lot.. and he has so many bad habits that genuinely piss me off... BUT, everything is what makes him... MY David.. and as much as I do say I wish he would stop, I know if he did, it wouldn't feel right. 

He's also the biggest mushiest sweet heart I've ever met, and even though we're seven years into the relationship, he can still send butterflies to my stomach, just from the stupidest, silliest thing he could do, or he'll do or say something that will take me right back to our 'honeymoon period' when the relationship was just starting to blossom, and I'll get those same butterflies all over again, and remember exactly why I fell in love with this man. 

Our relationship may not be perfect to others, heck some people probably even question why we're together.. We've had more people than enough try to come between us, try to break us, try to poison our minds against one another, but we've made it this far, and we'll still continue growing together, as a couple and as a family.. our relationship is perfect to each other, and it's solid, ain't nobody gonna break us. 

I do love this guy though, so effing much. He's my rock, and he has been for the last seven years, maybe a bit longer. I've known him practically my entire life, throughout my whole childhood, I grew up with him, and now I've started a new life, a family, everything with him. He's given me all I could have wanted, infact more, and without him, I know my own life probably wouldn't have been here today, or would have been in a gutter somewhere. He really has pulled me through some of the darkest times of my life, and raised my strengths bit by bit, and I can only hope, that he know's I'm always here to do the same for him, and can only hope he know's exactly how much he means to me, which is why I said yes to marry him. 

He may annoy me, quite a lot, and we may argue over the stupidest things.. but those arguments help us grow stronger, and his silly little ways, make me fall in love all over again, each and every day. 

David Andrew.. You are amazing, I love you. 

Happy Valentine's Day!

I hope everyone else has had a lovely valentines day with their partners? 

What did you guys get up to today? 

David and I had a quite day, we don't really celebrate valentine's - I took the girls out for a walk to the park, then we 'celebrated' with a takeaway with the girls, then watched The Walking Dead when they fell asleep, nothing overly exciting, we do that every year, it's sort of become our valentine tradition now aha. 

First Day | Half Term Break

It's the first day of half term break. Lacey-Beth is off school for a whole week, the first day, and already I'm thinking, what do I do to occupy these kids for a week? 
Lexie-Anna is usually grand when she's on her own, she's no bother, but together, the two of them fight like cat and dog one minute, they drive themselves doolally, and are just plain, kids.. the constant rhyming of "i'm bored" is forever being played over and over in my head. 

First day, and we pretty much survived. It's 23:08 as I type this blog post, and currently, both kids are STILL awake, and still driving me to the brink of insanity, I needed to come on and blog before I lost the fucking plot...***** sweetly smiles, breathes deeply, and counts to ten*****

Ahem! excuse my french there! 

Anyway, this morning, we took both girls to Jumping Jacks - Soft Play, whilst there, Lacey-Beth bumped into her little friend from school... thank the lord, as usually when we go to soft play, she spends the entire time, chasing her sister about, torturing her, or she's over to us at least twenty times per minute, begging for more juice.. So, it was nice that she had a friend there that kept her occupied, she had a great time, and it did keep her excited for pretty much most of the day afterwards, that she got to spend sometime with a friend, outside of school hours. Lexie-Anna, just played away to herself, or with whichever child she could make friends with, she's a very sociable child is our Lexie, and finds it so easy making friends. 

Tonight the girls helped me make the dinner. They haven't been eating great the last few days, especially Lexie-Anna whose appetite seem's to have gone downhill completely. So we made chicken curry, which is normally a love of both girls (they're like their mum, love spicy foods) but recently, they've barely been touching it. So stealing an idea my cousin gave me, we used tortilla pods, I told the girls they were boats for their curry, and they absolutely loved them! 

After dinner, we decided to make some buns, so we made birds nest buns, using good old fashioned shredded wheat, cooking chocolate, and cadbury's mini eggs. Lexie-Anna has never really made buns before - ok well she has, but she was too young to remember - so this was pretty much her first proper time making buns. She had a great time, and loved getting to lick the bowl and spoon at the end. That was always a favourite of mine when I made buns with my mum.. Did anyone else lick the bowl and spoon at the end? 

So, what is everyone else getting up to with their little one's this half term? 
Anything exciting? 

Wonder Scents | Pokemon Bath Bombs

Are you a lover of bath bombs like myself? 

Are your kids like you, and bath bomb lovers? 

I know mine are, my girls love nothing more than a cute bath bomb, but these were a huge hit in our house. 

My Mum treated them both to a Pokemon Bath Bomb each from a seller at our new local market - Wonder Scents. 

They are so cute, and the girls loved waiting on them dissolving so as they could get their pokemons at the end. 

Will definitely be getting these as treats for the girls again! 

Check out the colours below. 

Parenting | It's a learning curve

Being a Mummy is a learning curve. None of us are perfect mothers, we are all just doing what we can do, our very best. But throughout our years raising kids, even though we may think we have mastered it, we do come face to face with something, and realise, we actually haven't, we're still only learning.. no matter how old the children are. 

Above is a picture of my youngest daughter - Lexie-Anna. 
When she was only a baby, she was such a mummy's girl, she was overly clingy over me, I couldn't do very much during the days, as I was constantly having to carry her around, and off course, me being me, I didn't invest in a sling, which lead to, sore arms and a broken back - o.k maybe a bit of over exaggeration there, but you get the picture right? 

With Lexie-Anna being that clingy over me, I quickly learned that I wasn't getting to spend an awful lot of time with Lacey-Beth (my eldest daughter) and she was starting to feel a little bit pushed out maybe? Despite how she may or may not have been feeling, she wasn't getting any one to one time with mummy, so it was time I started giving her that, and once a week, every single week from then, we set one day aside, which was all about Lacey-Beth. 

We had girly time, she got one to one time with her Mummy, and we did lots of fun, exciting things each week, which she loved, and she started looking forward to them each week, she still to this does, nearly two years later. 

However, two years has went by, Lexie-Anna has gotten older, she's now a bossy and demanding toddler, and everyone that know's her, know's that she is now no longer a mummy's girl, she's her daddy's left hip, and will go nowhere without her daddy, and she hates to see him go anywhere, without her. 

This morning, we woke up, and I was feeling a bit unwell. Lacey-Beth had slept over at her Nanny's house the night before, we were supposed to pick her up, but due to feeling how I was, I arranged for my Mum to drop her home later in the day. So, it was just Lexie-Anna and myself together all of today. We stayed in bed pretty much most of the day watching movies, and she told me little stories about her time in Sunday School, it was lovely. 

And then I realised it.. that for the past two years, I've been giving Lacey-Beth one to one time, afraid that she may be getting pushed out due to her little sister coming along, that I've been neglecting Lexie-Anna of one to one time too. 

I know that during the day whilst Lacey-Beth is at school, that Lexie-Anna will have me all to herself, but usually i'm using that time to catch up on the mountains of laundry I have sitting about, or the ironing pile that has been gathering up for the past week or two. The breakfast dishes are needing washed, the beds are needing changed, the hoovering needs done.. there's always something, before we head off to my Mum's before collecting Lacey-Beth from school, and then the rest of the days are spent running about after Lacey-Beth, dropping her off to dance class, to girls brigade, kidzone.. any clubs she has on, that by the time I do actually get sitting down with Lexie, i'm just physically exhausted. that we rush through dinner, get baths sorted, and get into bed. 

But she is growing up so fast too, and although I love getting that one to one time with Lacey-Beth, and hearing about all the excitement she's got up to in her weeks at school, and clubs, catching glimpses of her dance moves she's learned, or just hearing about her latest crush, her latest inventions that she's come up with, or the latest drama she's having, I also need to make time to have some of that one to one time with Lexie-Anna, who although spends all her time with me, still builds up exciting wee stories in her head that she wants to tell me all about, who still needs some time to Mummy on her own also. I hadn't realised it before, because she was so young.. but this morning, was so nice just getting her to myself for a few hours, and seeing what exciting things she builds up and remembers about in her weeks. 

Parenting is a learning curve for us all.. but it's what make us, who we are, and make our children who they are.