Food for Thought

So my little boy has now reached 6 months (nearly 7 by the time I’m getting round to posting this). I can’t quite believe how quickly the time has flown by! The past 6 months have been the best of my life, but also the most physically demanding, the most exhausting and the most emotional! I think I’ve spent more of that time feeding my son than anything else, which got me thinking. How we feed our babies is such an emotive topic, and a really big deal for all mums everywhere. There are various options on how we do it, all of which come in for some criticism, in different ways. And we all have our own hopes and expectations for how feeding is going to go. Continue reading “Food for Thought”

For the last time?

Today I have been washing up my old lego and duplo – we collected it from my parents’ attic and are getting it ready for when our son is old enough to play with it.  We’re still some way off that time, but it is exciting to think of him playing with the toys I had, and it was fun to think back on the good times my sisters and I had with them.

But as I cleaned them, I also had a more sombre thought – I suspect my parents didn’t realise that the last time we packed away those toys was indeed the last time.  Continue reading “For the last time?”

Why I chose to baptise my son

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A few weeks ago I experienced the great joy of attending our son’s baptism service.  As you’ve probably guessed if you’ve read any of my other blog posts, God is a pretty big part of my life, and so getting our son baptised was a bit of a no-brainer.  However, as hubby and I talked about it together, and attended our baptism preparation classes, we had the opportunity to think a little more on why it was so important to us that we had him baptised.  And since my little one is currently snoozing away peacefully (after a week of refusing to nap he seems to be catching up on his sleep a bit, at last!) I thought I’d try to put down on paper, or rather screen, some of the reasons… Continue reading “Why I chose to baptise my son”