Willy or wont he?

Have you ever noticed how much delight a baby boy takes in discovering his penis? I have filmed a cracker of a video of Elliott in the bath discovering his little willy for the very first time ( I am keeping the footage safe in the 21st birthday vault!). Funny thing is his initial discovery has developed into a daily ritual that, until last night, I did not realise was so entrenched in him...

As Elliott stood holding the edge of the bath, I undressed him, leaving his nappy on while I tended to the running water. Clearly I was taking too long for his liking because he kept shouting at me and eagerly looking down at his crotch in anticipation of seeing his willy. Off came the nappy and the bath proceeded with his usual enjoyment of swapping between playing with toys and playing with himself. Once the bath was over and he was on the change table, I gave him his toothbrush to chew as I popped a dry nappy on and started to dress him. Suddenly, he dramatically threw his toothbrush to the ground and thrust both hands straight towards his penis. To his utter disgust he discovered the nappy was already on and he had missed his evening willy play! He kept hitting at his nappy and trying to pull the nappy off but it was no good, there was no way he could get to it and boy did he make his objection known! I stopped and thought to myself, “My goodness, he has not even turned one yet and he is already so focused on his penis...God help me in the years to come!”

Oh well, at least I know there is always a career fallback option for him in Puppetry of the Penis.

NB: My husband has just informed me that I can’t refer to any penis, especially not his sons, as a “little willy”. My apologies dear xox

Sweet Sophie

I thoroughly enjoy the hilarious things Sophie comes out with and I am sure this blog will fill up quickly with "Sophieisms" as my Mum calls them. This morning was another treat that I just have to share...

We had run out of butter yesterday so I got another tub out of the freezer, no big deal really. Or so I thought. As I buttered Sophie's toast she enthusiastically asked "Did you get more butter?" to which I nodded. "What, from the Supermarket?" to which I nodded again. Then, with such heartfelt thanks, she throws her arms around me and says "Oh thank you so much Mummy, I am so happy! I love you". I had a little chuckle and told her that it was my pleasure. I thought that was the end of it but moments later when I gave Sophie her toast she tells me "You know what, you are the perfect Mum to have in a house". 

Of all the wonderful things I do for Sophie and Elliott to keep me in the running for mother of the year (ha!!), apparently all I need to do is make sure we have butter for breakfast.

Mummy's Love Jug

Interesting title don't you think? It is so simple but powerful because there is nothing I can think of that more succinctly describes what it feels like to be a Mum. The way I see it is that we each have a love jug inside of us. All day every day we are pouring the contents of our love jugs into those of our children, our husbands, our family, friends, work etc. If we don't top our love jugs back up via whatever means necessary, then we will have nothing left to pour! The consequences would be disastrous. 

Mummy's Love Jug is all about everything to do with the reality of being a Mum. From nurturing yourself and raising your children to managing your household and baking up a storm, this blog is everything you have been searching for right in the one fabulous place. Of course the blog would be nothing without you all and I look forward to this journey we are embarking on together!