So it’s just gone 1 in the afternoon, Henry has gone food shopping and the rest of us are cuddled on the sofa watching Cars… again. Yup the lurgy has hit our house.

Last Thursday I started feeling a bit off, nearly a week later and I’m still producing enough crap from my nose and chest to fill a swimming pool and I’ve spread it to the rest of the house- oops!

There’s been more sleep during the day than at night, plenty of sofa cuddles and enough CBeebies to send any sane individual round the twist. Henry and I have dragged ourselves into most of our shifts, on a couple of occasions we’ve been sent home- Henry spectacularly lasted less than half an hour on Sunday.

Sunday was a slight sore point as we’d been looking forward to a birthday pool party for ages, I’d got the day off for it and the swimming costumes were ready but this was the morning Henry and Polly ‘officially’ went down with the bug. So instead of family swimming, we had family sleeping on the sofa.

Standards do go a bit out the window when everyone is sick as no one has any energy and to be fair everyone in the house is either asleep or in an animation coma so they don’t really care that the hoover made it out the cupboard 4 days ago and hasn’t found it’s way back home yet, or that the recycling pile on the kitchen work surface is looking like a life size replica of the leaning tower of Pisa or that the towel wash has been waiting patiently by the washing machine since Monday. I could go on. The important thing is that all 4 of us are alive even if pasta, fish fingers and toast has become our staple diet.

There have been a couple of hilarious highlights though- of course. Not sure whether it was Henry (who gets a bit emotional when he’s poorly) having a slight breakdown at the Cinderella Story on Sunday- not letting him forget that in a long time. Then there was me who fainted while changing Seb’s bum the other morning- it wasn’t a bad nappy, I just stood up too quick. Henry came in just in time to guide me onto Polly’s bed while he redressed a very confused baby. Then there’s the little queen herself who did a ‘sick day’ in style today by eating cheese on toast while watching This Morning and reminding me we need more chocolate in the house. Then there’s Seb himself who ate two meals sat on the floor the other day with the rest of his family watching on while shivering under blankets with a sweat on at the same time.

But enough of the self pity. I just thought I’d share an insight into a household where everyone is poorly and where on Monday morning when the work alarm went off at 6:30AM we basically drew straws on who was facing the public first- I didn’t get dressed till 4PM so that shows who ‘won that one!

Well I’ve definitely being a bit lax this year on the blogging front…. oops! It’s not that much has happened in the last couple of weeks, to be honest that’s been the problem- I’ve not found much to write about so haven’t really bothered. I’ve got a couple of general blog posts in the pipeline that have been distracting me too. Plus I just wrote a whole post only to delete the whole thing as it was a bit crap and waffly- and I’m in danger of this one going the same way at this rate!

So enough with the excuses- what have we actually been up to? Well like most of the country we had a splash of snow this week, not too much but it did trigger a house day for the children yesterday as I couldn’t be bothered with a tantruming toddler (she woke up grumpy) in the snow with Seb all wrapped up while pooing for England again (bloody teeth!) as he was in blow out the nappy mood. The only trouble with a house day is that it extends the day by about 3 weeks.

Polly has developed a hilarious comeback to anything we say or do- “you go work.” Everything from me saying no more postman pat to Seb pulling her hair when I dried them off after a bath to me suggesting we change her nappy all prompts the defiant shout “you go work”. Yup even Seb gets told to go to work!

Seb himself has finally and I mean FINALLY cut his first tooth. I mean it’s only taken 9 months for him to grow the tiniest little trace of a tooth, like the same amount of time it took me to grow him. But anyway after a grumpy few days with some spectacular nights where he seemed to think no one needed any sleep he’s back to his smiley self.

Talking about sleep, or the lack of, today I took the cot to pieces and moved it into our room. This is the cot that he’s spent 5 minutes one night sleeping in so far. Oh and there was the nap a couple of weeks ago that him and I both took in there together when I tried and failed to implement a new sleep scheme. So I’ve put it up pretty much joined to our bed with the idea of slowly moving him away from my boobs at night as it just feels like it might be time to start trying a different scheme. Not sure where I’ve got the term ‘sleep scheme’ from but it sounds a bit nicer than ‘Henry and I would like our bed back for a least an hour or so at night!’

So I think I’m going to sign off for tonight as I’ve been typing various posts for over an hour now and to be honest I’d quite like to watch an episode of Game of thrones’ while I can before attempting the new ‘scheme!’ Plus the boob monster is fidgeting again…

So last week I wrote my first blog of the year, all full of optimism… 2 weeks in and 2019 has already bitch slapped us in the face!

Wednesday morning Henry left early to go to the gym and the children and I had a cheeky lie in together before he called with bad news. He’d pranged the car. The description consists of the worlds slowest crash at a roundabout where he wrongly assumed the car in front was moving with the rest of the traffic, sadly he wasn’t. Both cars only suffered minor damage and the only thing Henry damaged was his pride. But sadly it has still meant a couple of hours dealing with insurance companies and we are still waiting for the garage to collect Siegfried and to see what surprise we get to drive for a few days.

Then a few hours after he’d returned home and we voted on a quiet family day watching Peter rabbit (at last!) we got an actual piece of bad news. My Grandma has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Even though it was something we were half expecting from the tests it’s still hard to hear that actual diagnosis. My Grandparents played a huge part in my childhood and teenage years and loosing my Grandad 8 years ago was extremely hard to deal with but undoubtably it hit my Grandma the worst. It breaks my heart now to think that this horrendous disease will likely rob her of not just herself but also of him. Their marriage was one that the overused #lifegoals tags would rightly belong next to and they will forever be a couple that inspire Henry and myself. I know he’s watching down on her as she enters this next stage in her life and I just hope that as a family we can pull together to make it as dignified as possible for her sake.

On a lighter note the year has given us a couple of amazing moments provided by our fabulous children. On Tuesday we popped into Exeter to wave off Auntie Georgia and Uncle Gyan as they head away from Exeter. This included a trip to the park where Seb had his first go on a swing… and he loved it! His little face lit up and Polly thought it was great fun when they got to swing next to each other.

So, the other night I was doing the washing up, Seb was chatting away next to me in the bouncy chair and Polly was playing in the living room with her toy Rocky from Paw Patrol. She came in and out the kitchen a couple of times and then I turned as she was taking the gravy off the shelf. I asked what she had planned for it before noticing she had brown all round her mouth- “did you find some chocolate?”- she promptly ran back into the living room and I followed. She then picked up Rocky and started saying “mmmm nom nom nom” while feeding him something… an oxo cube. A half eaten oxo cube. Oh and there was a second half eaten oxo cube at his feet. My brain took 2 seconds, very long seconds to connect the brown face to Rocky having his tea. Yup my child was eating oxo cubes. And the first thing she asked for was a glass of water to wash it down.

I do feed them real food, honestly!

Well hello 2019. It’s still early days so I’ve not really registered that it is a new year just yet, but I have a good feeling about this year.

We had a fabulous Christmas with the children and the festive season hasn’t quite finished in our house. The tree might be down but Polly is still sporting a Christmas jumper and keeps breaking out into ‘jingle bells’ every few minutes.

Christmas Eve was a day working for me and an evening working for Henry but it didn’t stop the fun, including a new band in the making.

We laid out the bits for Santa and he didn’t disappoint. Polly was made up with the stocking left in her room and had great fun decorating daddy with stickers!

After a bit more present opening under the tree and a fairly uninspiring breakfast of marmite on toast (I might have forgotten to get anything fancy in!) we then coated up for a little adventure. We joined up with Nanny and Pops and headed up onto Dartmoor. It’s always been a wish of Nanny’s so we thought why not make it this year.

The weather was better than we’d left and we actually found more people up there than expected. Polly surprised us all and walked up Haytor by herself. There was lots of puddle jumping with Nanny which kept Seb very amused.

We had an unconventional lunch- a picnic in the boot, which again proved a hit with the little people.

We then all headed back home for a more conventional Christmas meal and Seb went to town on his roast.

Boxing Day had us up and about early too. We headed down to the seafront so that Henry could fulfill a Sidmouth tradition. The swim. It basically consists of a few hundred mad people some donning fancy dress, all running into the sea for a splash about. He thoroughly enjoyed it, just maybe the hot chocolate and donuts afterwards a bit more!

After heading home to get warmed up properly we headed over to the family Boxing Day gathering where we ate plenty more food and enjoyed each other’s company. Seb in particular enjoyed the homemade meatloaf.

Henry took the kids to another family party a couple of days later, sadly I had work. But they definitely had a lot of fun, with Seb trying his luck on getting some bubbles!

New Year’s Eve found me working a busy but fun shift. Although the 3AM finish after a full on day with the kids including a toddler party almost broke me and the shift itself did break my shoes! This did make for a good excuse to head into town yesterday to spend a couple of vouchers though. But as we went out for most of the day I’ve now got no choice but to do the tidying up I’ve been putting off today as I don’t think the pile of presents in the corner is quite as acceptable with no tree above it.

So that’s it really for a recap on our Christmas shenanigans. I’m not really into the whole new year, new me thing and don’t really do resolutions as I never stick to them. But I’ve done a bit of reflecting the last couple of days since the big bell tolled. You see a few friends of ours have been through a few quite shitty things during the festive season and these sort of things just make you appreciate what you have. We have a happy marriage, 2 fabulous children, a roof over our heads, jobs and we are well on the way to achieving the things we want in life. Some people aren’t quite so lucky. Some people aren’t quite so appreciative. Some people thrive off the negativity in their life. Some people don’t realise how much their words and actions negatively affect someone else. Some people get caught up in their own life they don’t realise how much of someone else’s they are missing. Some people get so caught up on their social media life they forget how much they’re missing in their real life. 2019, maybe this might be the year that these people take a step back and realise what’s really important. One can only hope.

It’s a couple of days till Christmas which means this post will of course be full of Christmassy stories. This afternoon the girls came round for an afternoon of eating, chatting, laughing, eating and watching Christmas films. Polly has got the idea of these types of girls days very well and just gets stuck in fighting us for the sausage rolls and ‘the beast’ gave everything a try too. Talking of the little ‘beast’, he’s 8 months old today. 8 months and it feels like it’s flown by but at the same time I can’t imagine a time without him.

This morning I also had a little date with my big girl. It was a suggestion from one of my mummy friends after a bit of challenging toddler behaviour and it was so lovely to do. We popped into town to get the last Christmas bits and then had a cheeky hot chocolate and a biscuit each- of course Polly picked the Santa one. After a little walk to see the sea we had a run around the byes where she jumped in a huge muddy puddle (of course one of the handful of times she’s left the house not in those bloody ‘doggie wellies’!) and we finished it off with pooh sticks in classic Polly style.

So we’ve had a Santa filled week and a bit with him coming along to a couple of toddler group parties. Polly’s face lit up each time and I’ve done a real cheeky thing with most of the presents. Mum confession- I forgot about presents to go in the children’s stockings. So I realised the handful of little gifts we’ve collected from the various Santa’s we’ve seen will make up for that error quite nicely. Except the elephant puppet that gave me the slip in the hands of an equally cheeky two year old.

We also had a couple of Christmas gatherings last Saturday. We caught the last hour of one of Polly’s friends after dashing through the lingering rain. They had fun playing pin the nose on the reindeer and we all ate lots of lush cake. The morning party is the third year we’ve got together with our little ones and this year there were more little ones than big ones. It was the perfect morning and one that made me get all sentimental over how lucky we are to be surrounded by such amazing mummies, daddies and small people and I hope it’s a Christmas tradition that continues for ever!

We also had a wonderful day on Tuesday when we took a trip to the local garden centre to go and see the big guy in the red suit again. We took Nanny along for the fun and I really don’t know which of the five of us had the most fun! I really would recommend their Santa experience as it’s so much more than just a couple of minutes with Santa and a random gift (I actually can’t remember what was ordered and these two presents have made it into the secret stocking stash currently hiding under a pillow case in the corner of our room). Both children were really taken by him and we both got a bit sentimental again- I’m blaming all this sentimentality on too much chocolate too!

And the final Christmas story of course came about last Sunday. The toddler nativity. It was exactly what you would expect from a nativity where you entrust the story of Christmas to a group of two year olds. Polly refused to put her costume on and screamed “not Mary” repeatedly till we bribed her with a chocolate finger. Between them they pulled most of the tinsel backdrop down. Polly walked off the stage halfway through and was persuaded back by one of the angels. The sheep kidnapped baby Jesus. They pinched each other’s wands and had duels on the stage. And we as adults failed at changing old McDonald into an innkeeper. It was just perfect and definitely one we won’t forget.

So I think I’ll sign off now by just saying ‘merry Christmas’, thank you for sticking with my crazy ramblings throughout 2018 and I can’t wait to see what 2019 brings!

I just realised I’ve been a bit lax again, we’ve just been so busy and time is melting away so before I know it we are half way through December! So I thought I’d sneak in a little post before the apprentice starts- I need to be watching it at the right time as me and my bestie message a running commentary to each other while it’s on. A bit like a ruder version of gogglebox via WhatsApp!

So, what have we been up to? Well this time last week we were on the way home from London. We had an amazing day crammed full of Christmassy fun that left us exhausted but so happy. We woke up really early and were on the way up by 4AM which got us up in time for some breakfast. After a few pastries and a hot chocolate that Henry wouldn’t want to reorder, we made our first stop of the day- the Ferrari shop for our car mad toddler. After posing for a quick snap she boldly declared “I want that one”. Maybe not this year my little love, but I like your wishful thinking.

After this we headed for a favourite of ours- Harrods. This shop is great fun to wander around normally but gets even more amazing when you see all the Christmas displays. The only questionable incident of the day was Polly’s meltdown in the shop though. It happened a bit too close to the Wedgwood department but did get a laugh from the employees instead of a ‘can you please leave the area!’ She did cheer up when she had a taste of Henry’s favourite chocolate brownie in the world though.

Our next stop was the Lego shop, we actually stumbled on it by accident while aiming for M&M world, and I’m so pleased we did. I’m not sure who had more fun playing Lego out of these two.

We then wandered down the road for some lunch at Planet Hollywood which was amazing and we all got hyped up on sugar before heading over to the magical gem that is Hamley’s toyshop. Seven floors rammed with every toy you can think of and of course play with. It’s no wonder we spent almost two hours roaming around in there!

This year for Christmas we’ve actually decided to only buy one gift for each of the children as our house resembles a floor of Hamley’s already and to be honest at the moment we just can’t afford to go wild. So we got Polly to pick herself something and something for Seb and then we told her if she was really good and then maybe Santa would bring them for them both in a couple of weeks. We then distracted her with another toy while I snuck off to the till to purchase a light up spin toy for the boy and of course a helicopter for our big girl.

After the madness of the toy shop we stopped off for a quick cup of tea before a wander around the Christmas department of Fortnum and Masons before heading back to the car. I did just remember actually another questionable incident happened on the tube at this point when Polly almost lost her head in a door. We jumped onto a packed tube with a child each strapped to us and an empty pushchair and in the chaotic moment the doors started closing and her head was outside the door. Thankfully a very quick thinking woman grabbed Henry and Polly to yank them in. No harm done but of course the panic caused Polly to burst into tears. Extra big cuddles when we finally got a bit of space to breathe.

It was all in all an amazing day and one we hope to repeat again, just minus the tube incident!

We were pretty knackered by the end of it, especially as we’d only just recovered from our work Christmas party on Sunday night. It wasn’t so much a hard night it was more the fact that we were out past midnight, something we haven’t done since the last Christmas party! But it was a great night. Made even better by us scoring matching elf slippers in the secret Santa. I’d stupidly put on heels that I’ve forgotten how to walk in so these beauties meant I could hit the dance floor after a glass of rose!

Lastly a couple of little Polly moments. One- this morning I walked in from the kitchen to find she’d taken off her slipper socks and was desperately trying to put two stockings on her feet. Two little stockings she’d pulled off the tree! And two- she’s made a new friend in the form of Morris, who she keeps dragging round the house, giving hugs too and having full blown conversations with. Here they are doing some colouring together.

It’s Christmas!!!!! Well it’s December so I’m allowed to be excited in public about Christmas. It’s the first today so I took a trip into the cupboard under the stairs just after breakfast to pull out several boxes with Polly going ‘oooh’ and ‘ahhh’ at my ankles. This year she’s a lot more aware of what’s going on and keeps chatting about ‘Santa putting the presents under the tree’. We might have started watching Christmas films a couple of weeks ago and apparently her Christmas education is going well. Elf is the definite favourite so far.

The added awareness means more input from her though- which means I’ve had to give up on the tree looking like an article in a home design magazine. But more importantly we had fun.

There were a few things that I did pull off the tree though including the wreath and the curled ribbon that I don’t think I’ve ever actually used on a present. Our tree has its usual unusual topper in the form of a farting reindeer and friends.

And a nativity scene can be found at its base. This set was one that my mum always put out when we were little and last year I asked if it could take a trip to Devon so Polly could get the same joy from setting it up that we used to.

It’s also great to use to teach them about the story behind Christmas and will come in handy in a couple of weeks when Polly takes to the stage in her first nativity. One of the toddler groups puts on the production and I’m already getting a bit emotional at the thought of our little rascal being trusted with the role of Mary! Goodness knows what I’ll be like on the day!

We kicked off our Christmas activities though on Tuesday with a little trip to Otter nurseries with Nanny- for anyone not in Devon this place is basically pure Christmas and a must visit for anyone in a 30 mile radius. I didn’t get many photos as Polly needed permanent eyes on her or a tracking device. Sadly we haven’t invested in one of those yet so it was good old fashioned eyes. And hands to grab her as she tried to touch everything.

What else is new? Well Polly has made the switch to her new big girl bed. She started climbing out the cot so her ‘Christmas present’ became a ‘November present’ instead. We got her to pick out of Peppe pig, Paw Patrol and Cars. Anyone who knows her would have placed good money on the winner- Cars. She then picked out some aeroplane bedding and I had good fun putting it all together the week before last. It’s definitely been a success and she doesn’t stop chatting about her car bed!

Seb is getting huge and is a bit of a beast when it comes to food, he’s yet to turn down anything and just shoves it all in his mouth. One of the funniest so far was earlier in the week when I served up fajitas.

Henry has been either working or studying and is so close to the end of his course we are now starting to chat real stuff about what happens once he’s qualified. I mean obviously he’ll be changing jobs but now we need to start actually working out what our joint work week will look like. So far we have no idea!

I have a slight confession to make. For years I’ve mocked Henry over his enjoyment of a certain ITV programme and this year I’ve shamelessly got completely into it and am watching it more than him. Yup I’m hooked on I’m a celeb. I think it’s partly to do with the fact that I actually recognise most of them but it’s also hilarious and terrifying to watch so I’m loving it!

Right my time is up, Seb has just woken up, bathtime has crept up and Polly is now whinging a lot. I’m trying to be sympathetic but there’s been a lot of whinging over the last couple of days as everyone bar me has this stupid cough and cold so they’ve all been whinging. I’m fully expecting to come down with it too, probably tomorrow at approximately 6PM just before our work Christmas party!

Heads up it might be a soppy post, but about something a bit different. Tonight when Henry left for work the children and I had an early tea before wrapping up warm and venturing down into town. Yes Christmas has officially arrived in our little town and tonight we watched the lights being switched on. It wasn’t a big fancy thing and I don’t think it was a celebrity who pressed the button (apologies if it was!). But Polly loved it. I loved it.

We are incredibly lucky to live somewhere that we love. Somewhere that we chose. Somewhere that makes us excited for our future. I know it’s not a place for everyone, but it is our home and we love it.

It was many years ago that Henry and I first started dating but I do remember in one of those first conversations he told me that he would one day move back to Devon- his home. So I told him to take me too. I had no idea then that Devon would very quickly become my home too as I fell in love all over again.

Since moving down to the south west we have had 4 different homes in 3 different places. The first was a terrible little flat that helped get us down here. The second was a house that saved us from the terrible little flat. The third was something a bit different in an out of the way village with only single track roads in or out. The fourth is our current little palace- a home to raise a family in, in the heart of a perfect seaside town. They’ve all given us something (the flat maybe gave us more stress than joy but it did give us our first set of keys to call our own) and we’ve made each one ours. This current one (although not the prettiest) has given us the most as it’s where I think we’ve grown the most- literally and figuratively. And I can’t wait for another Christmas in this house.

We have so much on our doorstop and the way of life suits us perfectly. I love that I can walk out my door and bump into several people for a chat. I love that (most) people say hello, good morning, just anything at all when you pass them in the Byes (the riverside park right near us). I love that the beach is a 10 minute walk away. I love that there are so many independent shops and businesses who all work together to support the town. I love that it’s one of those towns where everyone knows everyone. I love that I can entertain us all throughout the week without even having to drive anywhere as there are so many activities and groups for us to visit. I love that if we do want to go for a big day out we don’t even have to drive very far, I mean the south west is one of the top tourist destinations in the country for a reason!

So it is a bit of a soppy one tonight as I get all sentimental about this awesome town that we call home and the whole of the south west which is the place that I do and will forever call home.

Well I’m officially back at work. This time last week I was a tad bit emotional setting my alarm for the first time in 7 months but hey, we all survived the first week. I’m back doing the same shifts as before- 2 day shifts and 2 evening shifts to mix it up a bit. It was strange to go back and it’s definitely been a tiring week but it wasn’t as awful as we expected it to be. The main worry was (and still is as we suspect this to be a big case of lulling us into a false sense of security!)- Seb. He still won’t take a bottle after 2 months of us trying, nor the sippy cup for anything but water. The good thing is he’s taken to weaning like a duck to water and as yet hasn’t turned anything down. So at least he won’t starve while I’m away.

Henry has also coped better than I thought he would- it’s ok I did tell him that I was pleasantly surprised. In fact he’s even made me look a bit redundant by doing things like cleaning the kitchen and keeping up with the washing up instead of one huge attack at it after watching The Chase. He’s also keeping me updated on how well it’s going with snaps of the day.

Polly of course has taken most of this new change in her stride. Apart from Monday morning when she pleaded “mummy stay, no work” while I got dressed to leave- cue more tears from me! But all in all she’s been pretty amazing and seems to have had a massive ‘I’m really turning into a big girl’ growth spurt this week. We had her 2 year wellness check on Tuesday where she got a big thumbs up and this week she’s mastered singing nursery rhymes in a way that we can clock which ones she’s singing! Her favourite seems to be old McDonald where she requests animals ranging from a chicken to a green tractor to a man. We’ve still not decided what noise ‘man’ makes so for the moment it’s just ‘hello’ in various funny voices.

With the return to work which includes us doing the children swap when we work back to back shifts we finally got our hands on a double buggy. This of course wasn’t straight forward- when is our life ever straight forward! The first one we bought wouldn’t fit through the front door. Yup even after our measuring we still wound up with the hilarious situation where I was stuck in our porch with a buggy that wasn’t going in or out while Polly cried because I wouldn’t let her sit in it and Henry stood laughing his head off. The second attempt failed too when the seller dicked us about so finally on Tuesday Henry picked up our new wheels. I still can’t steer it very well but at least Polly had fun with the accessories.

Finally I’ll finish with a parenting fail confession that I almost didn’t include as it really is a massive fail that I know some judgy shit will tut at me for but after chatting to other parents I realise we’ve all done something on this level. The last ride in the single pushchair was a bit of a memorable one for Polly at least. We left the house Tuesday afternoon for a play date, the cookies in the trusted hands of the toddler (only trusted as she hasn’t figured out how to open them yet). I dropped the buggy off the curb outside our front door to look down and see my child on her hands and knees in the road- still holding the cookies of course! I guess the tiredness from back to work kicked in and I’d forgotten to strap her in. She was of course absolutely fine, just a little surprised. I, of course looked like a terrible mum as cars then appeared from both sides as I frantically scooped her up and retreated back to the pavement dragging the buggy too. After several kisses and the promise of a cookie when we got to our friends we set off again with me hanging my head in shame. Later that night I confessed my sin to Henry who then admitted that he too had accidentally tipped her out a few months ago when he forgot to strap her in too!

Well I’m checking out now as I really should attempt an early night as the alarm is all set again for tomorrow and I don’t really want another toddler tipping incident again due to lack of sleep.

Breasts. Boobs. Tits. Bangers. Hooters. Jugs. Knockers. They have many names but they have one purpose. And no it’s not to give some bloke named Terry a smile as he reads a certain newspaper over his breakfast sarnie. They were put on this planet and more importantly our bodies to feed babies. So what has gone so horribly wrong?

If someone is drinking wine in a pub no one tells them off. If someone sits down on a park bench to smoke no one tells them off. If someone sits on a train eating a bar of chocolate no one tells them off. Yet if a mother sits in any of these places and feeds her baby there’s always someone ready to judge. Not everyone does but even if one person looks at this as something to be judged then society still has a long way to go. How have we got to the stage where smoking in public is more acceptable than breastfeeding?

It’s hard enough being a parent but for mums to actually be worried about feeding their baby due to someone else’s ignorance for god forbid a bit of boob be on show! I mean a man can walk down the high street parading his useless nipples for anyone to see yet if a mum lets a tiny bit of boob skin be seen or even worse an actual useful nipple then the whole world might collapse. I mean think of all those men who wouldn’t be able to go about their life with such a distraction. Think of all those people who might find out that breasts serve another purpose than selling beer. We now have a society that would rather see a woman stumbling out of a nightclub with her boobs half out than a mother feeding her baby while eating a bit of cake. And don’t even get me started on the fact that a bikini picture is still more acceptable on Instagram than a breastfeeding shot.

I don’t care if people are getting fed up of us banging on about breastfeeding because you know what? It needs more respect. Breastfeeding is tough. It takes time, effort, actual blood, sweat and tears (and plenty of chocolate). But it’s also so rewarding. It’s something we should be proud of. Something that should be celebrated. Something so natural the equipment comes ready installed on our bodies.

I hope this didn’t come across as too much of a rant- maybe just a little bit! But I guess I thought that maybe I do want to shout it from the rooftops that I’m proud to still be feeding Seb and to give all my fellow breastfeeders a shout out! Go Team Boob!