Note to self: Being Mum is fun!

I love my daughter but if I'm being honest there are some days where I'd happily like to lock myself in the cellar away from her! Days with a 18 month old can be tough; the most nutritious meals get thrown on the floor; the mountains of toys do not entertain; the same book is demanded to be read over and over; or despite the crying, eye rubbing and yawning, she just won't nap. It was on one such day last week that my daughters bedtime could not come quick enough for me. As I fetched her milk she turned to kiss daddy good night, then the dog, followed by waving and "night, night". My husband and I turned to each other and smiled, both filled with warmth from our daughters sweetness. Any parent knows it's a tough job, but that evening I was reminded that being Mum is hard but most definitely fun :)

Autumn in the United States Photos - National Geographic

Autumn in the United States Photos - National Geographic

A kitchen goddess............hummm I think not!

Growing up my Mum was always keen for me to help in the kitchen and learn to cook. I realise now how spoilt our family was with her delicious home cooked meals and baking. Unfortunately despite Mum's efforts to try and teach me I neither enjoyed or found success in the kitchen. The idyllic cosy afternoon in our country kitchen baking cakes often ended in mess and arguments.


Now a Mum myself I was so keen to find the kitchen goddess within! However despite enthusiastic purchases of cook books and cute kitchen accessories I still find cooking a chore. Having said that with more time on my hands I am trying and have had some minor triumphs. I hope to report these as if I can cook it anyone can and it might motivate me to keep trying.
For stress free, tasty cooking see my recipes page.

Sweets, milk, toast and plastic cheese

Crazy cravings? Well more like desperate comfort food to try and ease the incestuous sick feeling. As when I was pregnant with my daughter it starts with feeling sick all day every day and then changes to the occasional bout of sickness and a easing of the constant queasiness. Shortly after finding out I was expecting we took a weeks holiday to Austria. I found travelling in the car very difficult but boiled sweets seemed to help and became my constant throughout the week. Soon they lost their appeal and on our return home I found a glass of milk first thing in the morning eased the sickness, not for long. Then in the following weeks toast seemed my savior followed by a spell of liking plastic cheese sandwiches. It all follows a similar trend of fancying a particular snack, which I then enjoy for a while, then out of the blue I can't stand the sight of said food and some other random item takes it's place. Usual pregnancy madness!