Cuddles with my Cuties Part II – Makes me Burst With Love

Cuddles with my cuties

Warning! Extremely soppy post! You may be at risk of either vomiting or needing your entire brood to be near for a warm embrace!

Cuddles. It’s strange that they are so wonderful. After pregnancy and postpartum recovery when your body just wants a break from it all, there they are to make it better.

Recently, I’ve found myself just stopping to give my babies cuddles. It just fills me with love and makes me want to pop! ┬áMaybe it’s because having a tiny baby again is just so lovely: The busy hands, the illogical flip switch from happy to extreme sadness and the need for constant physical contact. It might be this contact that is making me love the cuddles. Whatever it is, I’m certainly appreciating my little ones more and more. It’s almost like I’m slowing down time to make sure I remember these special times.

Is George really 2?

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I remember holding tiny George loving how he was a new part of my life. I loved feeding him and watching his cheeky character grow and develop. He still is tiny (but bigger), more cheeky and certainly a card, but it’s all gone so fast. Age 2 is still young but now I’m reliving the tiny baby days I worry that I’ve forgotten so much. It’s all gone so fast. I miss the busy hands days and then we have cuddles. The cuddles make it ok again. I remember, he’s the George I love because of his journey. I’ve been there with him and cuddles are just a way of stopping to remember that.

Cuddles with Olivia

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Olivia loves to be held. She is 9 weeks old now… where did that go? She’s starting to hold her head up like a champ and she’s awake for longer… much longer. She reminds me of tiny tiny George and she reminds me of me. I’ve used a stretchy baby carrier with her so that I’ve been able to look after George as well and the constant cuddles has kept her settled. It’s also nice for me. She is always near and I can just stop to give her a warm embrace and a kiss on her head. I’m making the most of this.

Will it end?

Some children grow up and don’t want that togetherness that they have as children with their parents. Will my duo grow up to be that way or will they love to come home to cuddles? I want them to grow up to be strong and independent and would never want to discourage them from reaching for their dreams, but please, when they do come home, let there always be cuddles.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about my cuddly love for my children. Let me know if it’s made you want to cuddle your precious ones?

Thank you for reading.

Cuddles with my Cuties part I

Listening and Developing


It’s so nice to connect.

I was playing with my beautiful Olivia this morning on her playmat. She is still young so doesn’t like to be there for too long but I like her to get different stimuli during the day.

Later I checked Twitter for babynews and came across @babymusic_aes. They produce music for Congitive development in babies. I thought I’d give it a shot. They are on Spotify so I put it on as I was giving Olivia a feed. It was very relaxing for me and Olivia fell asleep so I could enjoy a cuddle. She had the odd smile during her sleep. She must have been dreaming about me as it couldn’t have possibly been wind. I hope the music helped her.


I’m going to save this album to my playlist.

I’m not affiliated with them so I’m not getting a fee for promoting them, I just really liked the music and I’ll be using in future as I play with my kiddie winks. It will make a nice alternative to nursery rhymes.

If you are interested in listening here are some links to follow:

Spotify link

iTunes link

GooglePlay link
Don’t forget to follow them on twitter (and me)

Proud Mummy Moment

It’s the little things that mean so much, but it’s also the little things we tend to forget. My son had been playing with his play kitchen this morning. I’m not sure what was happening in his own head but there was clacking and giggling; opening and closing, and the odd bit of babbling and dancing. 


10 minutes is about enough playtime and then it’s on to something different. George is still only 24 months old so either hasn’t mastered what clearing away toys is or he’s playing me like a champion. As I went over to scoop away his trip hazards I noticed a little box of eggs that had started this playtime as completely separate pieces. He’d tidied them back together and into their box. It made my heart melt. My little boy did that. 😍


I realise I’m showing you a box of toy eggs and expecting you to get all gooey inside. Well actually I’m not. I know this makes me a big softie but I’m actually just sharing my emotions. I don’t expect you to have the same emotion as this is a classic “baby bore” post. I guess I’m just saying that it’s the little things that make us proud as parents: not just being top of the class, walking at the average developmental milestone or going potty for the first time. Don’t get me wrong they are all moments that make us proud but between those “big” moments there are lots of tiny filler proud moments that keeps our baby love counter topped up. I just didn’t want to forget this one. 

So the next time a mother (or any parent) shows you a picture of a box of toy eggs; or a scribble on construction paper or a picture of the child smiling covered in last nights dinner: instead of thinking “oh my I’m supposed to be excited about this?” Instead think “well that nice you’ve got something so simple that makes you so happy”. 

You might see a few more proud mummy posts popping up but at least I’ve explained myself now. 

Do you agree with me or do you think this is just a baby bore post? 

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Is It really Goodnight for Toby the Bear?

A beautiful children’s story which reminds you of the love they have for their comforting companions. But where can I get it from? 

I’m going to start off with an apology. I’m sorry but the book I’m about to talk about isn’t actually available for sale anywhere. Although, maybe if there is enough momentum I may be able to convince the author to publish.

Many moons ago, before I was even married, my sister-in-law showed me a children’s book that she had written and printed. Not only had she had developed a character called Toby who was a little girls teddy bear but she has also beautifully illustrated every page. Paula told me the bear had got his name from a cheeky little Jack Russel dog she remembered lived next door to her when she was younger. 

I remember being really impressed. It was printed and bound so I had presumed at the time that it had been published. I was wrong.

I am now married and have 2 children so some time has passed. Then yesterday I remembered this book. How wonderful would it be to read the adventures of Toby to my own children? I asked Paula if the book was available to purchase anywhere and she told me that it had never been published… oh no!

I couldn’t bear for Toby the bear (no pun intended) not to be shared with the world so I decided to write a post about him.


In the book Toby goes to bed with his beloved pal. Each page shows the little girls routine and how Toby is lovingly dragged or dumped in various places around the house as she perpares for bed. 

Here Toby is being taken carefully upstairs 


Now it’s time to brush your teeth. Careful Toby.


Toby continues on his bedtime journey and eventually end up being lovingly tucked into bed with his adoring companion.


I do hope I haven’t ruined the ending


What I love about the book is that it teaches a good bedtime routine. The book keeps to a simple routine with words but the beautiful illustrations allow you to talk more to your own child about their own routine. It’s nice as you can relate it to your own little one and their soft toy or comforter. My son has a soft toy called lamby. He will not sleep without it and take him everywhere. I’m so scared of losing it he’s not allowed it outside the house. For outdoor adventures he has monkey, who is now becoming an almost equal to lamby… oh dear. 

Paula has made many more illustrations in preparation for a series of books about Toby’s adventures, but alas they are tucked away. I do hope she reconsiders releasing the book and hopefully making some more books for children to enjoy. This surely can’t be the final goodnight for Toby… can it?

If you think you would like to see more of Toby please share or leave a comment.

Thank you for reading

Goodnight 

Getting Support For Breastfeeding

This is just a short post to raise awareness of a new resource that has started up in the UK to map all the breastfeeding support groups.

It had been started by a mother of two beautiful children who champions all mothers and seeks to support mothers who want to breastfeed. She promotes breastfeeding and baby wearing in a supportive and non-judgemental way. 

When my son was born he had a severe tongue tie causing him to have difficulty latching. He swallowed more gas leading to trapped wind and possetting. It also lead to breast and nipple damage with me. Despite being highlighted at birth,  it took 23 days to resolve as “due process” had to be followed. During this time I could have given up breastfeeding but I received support from my local breastfeeding group and friends which helped me to persevere. Their advice also helped me to get the procedure to resolve my sons tongue tie done as quickly as possible… although 23 days seems like a ridiculous amount of time. 
Please share, especially if you think there aren’t many groups in your area. There may be groups that need adding to the list and just haven’t got the word out yet. It may also inspire someone to start up their own group.

Facebook-  @thebreastfeedingmap 

Cuddles With My Cuties

There’s something about having a cuddle with your baby or child that strikes an inner calm. I don’t mean the cuddles you give when your baby has wind or they’ve taken a tumble and need comfort. I’m talking about those “just because” cuddles. 


I’ve been appreciating those cuddles recently. It’s a time when time doesn’t matter, I am in the moment with my baby and they are there with me. It’s a time when they can feel safe and loved and where I feel like my love for them folds out and over them like a warm blanket. 

We listen to each other breathe, give light tickles, rest our heavy heads, and flex our toes as we relax and just enjoy the moment together. 


It’s easier to find a moment to enjoy these cuddles with my 6 week old Olivia than with 2 year old George. He loves to explore the world with his toy car, cook in his kitchen or count to ten and spot shapes over and over. However, this makes the times when he comes in for cuddles extra special. It’s important not to miss those opportunities. More often than not just a touch of physical contact is all George needs… just so he knows I’m there and visa versa.

So if you come to visit one time and my house is a mess, I have a pile of ironing and I’m not even dressed pleased don’t presume I’ve been lazy. I’ve been showing my children how much I love them. 

It is simply bliss. 

I’m often guilty of rushing around so much that I don’t stop long enough to take stock of what is happening. If you’re guilty of that too I hope you find the time to have a minute and enjoy the moment. It really helps me to clear your mind and put my objectives into focus. This stopping helps me to get started again… only happier. Some might even call it meditation.

What has made you happier today?

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Every Pebble an Adventure

There’s no doubt about it, the world is an incredible place. Our problem as adults is that we are so habituated to seeing the world around us we often forget it’s wonder. However, a child doesn’t look at the world this way. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have this viewpoint again?!

I was visiting a relative this weekend with my 2 week old baby and 2 year old son. My newborn was receiving lots of cuddles and this gave me a chance to play with my son and watch him explore his surroundings. Although there is repetition to what he liked: hiding behind a door or cabinet; running away when you say “ready, steady…go” or never ceasing to grow tired of walking up and down steps, I loved watching him explore and make periodic stops to take in the world. He would stop every now and then to look at something, jog on the spot and laugh. He would look at me as if he wanted me to share in his excitement. Although I didn’t quite know what tickled him I would smile and be excited as it was so wonderful to see his joy.

We explored the garden and it occurred to me that everything in the garden was new to him: new plants; different paths which were effectively a maze,and an intriguing glass house with the most wonderful sliding door. He pottered around for such a long time re-running the same route and babbling to himself. He absolutely loved it and I was there sharing it with him. It got me thinking how amazing the garden must be for him and what he might be thinking as he re-ran his route… would he be thinking up a story in his head? Would he be looking for objects to associate words to?  Would he be looking for a means of escape from my gaze to go independently exploring? Who will know? 

I’ve rambled on but other than thoroughly enjoying spending time with my family today, I want to start looking at my world with fresh young eyes. I am so accustomed to being busy and this allows stress in. I need to start looking at the world as if it’s the first time I’ve seen the colour green, the sky or just the pavement I walk along. If I can appreciate the world likes child does even for a moment during each day then maybe it will slow me down enough to stop me stressing and keep me topped up with a feeling of contentment and happiness. Be careful you might just spot me stopping when I’m out and about and just laughing… would that be such a bad thing? 

What would ou look at with h fresh eyes today? 

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