As always, a quick stop at Mamas and Papas this weekend ended in a bit of a spree – thanks to their up to 50% off sale (which I hadn’t realised was even on, honest) – and Max’s super Spring wardrobe has been expanded once again.
My first Mother’s Day coming up next week, and I have to say I am looking forward to it! Other than breakfast in bed (and ideally a little lie in), I have no expectation about what the day will bring for me, but I’m excited to reach this first milestone and celebrate being Max’s Mum for the first time.
So in honour of the impending day, I thought I’d round up a few of my favourite gifts from small shops – the kind of thing I’d choose if I were going to buy myself a Mother’s Day present (I’m not, so I won’t be getting any of these.)
Upcycling and Max’s nursery – two of my favourite things to ‘do’ and even better when the two collide.
If you follow me on Instagram you’d have seen me making full use of the my upcycled picture shelf which I found as a ruined plank of wood at HomeSense and DIY’d into the tribal inspired piece that it is now.
Max had some seriously cute baby clothes. My heart broke a little when I was packing up all of his newborn and 0-3 clothes to go in the loft (you know, just in case), and it reminded me how pleasantly surprised I’ve been over the quality and style of the boyswear I’ve found so far on the high street and from some fab small businesses which I seek out/stumble across on Instagram. Read more!
I’ve never been one for taking selfies. Yes, the odd group shot here and there, but I don’t think I’d ever done a true solo selfie before I fell pregnant. It just wasn’t my thing, it always felt a bit contrived, not to mention that it would be unfair to force a close up photo of my face on to the public.
Four months in and time really is flying (I know, cliche, but it’s true). Max seems to be changing before my eyes, developing new skills every day and quite literally out-growing clothes overnight. It’s amazing but a little heartbreaking all at the same time.
This day last year, I took the plunge and wrote my very first blog post for From Day Dot. I set up my blog amidst the excitement and sheer terror of finding out I was pregnant for the first time. I wanted to hear real experiences and advice, not clinical instructions based on a ‘normal’ pregnancy, but this didn’t seem to exist due to most people wanting to keep their secret for the first 12 weeks and not broadcast it over the Internet. Understandable.
Never has a phrase been more apt, as it was exactly one year ago that I found out I was pregnant. And boy oh boy, a lot has changed, I barely remember my old life since become
slave Mummy to Max back in November.
Is it ever OK to complain about a neighbours noise when you have a baby? Probably not, but I did, and the anxiety and rage it resulted in make me wonder whether it was a really bad idea.
Let me set the scene…
Max is, that’s who.
Yesterday, at the grand old age of 15 weeks old, Max laughed for the first time. It was the best sound I’ve ever heard and I almost burst with love and excitement when he did it, which took me completely by surprise.