Dummies are little life savers, When I had my son back in 2010 I was adamant that I wouldn’t allow one to pass my sons lips, I always also sure as hell going to breastfeed but we all know how that turned out.. but around week two Mr S and I both realized a dummy was needed, not all children have one but Kai liked sucking things and around that time I had stopped attempting to fail at breastfeeding (he didn’t really get much from me anyway and used me more for comfort).. but the second that little boy got hold of a dummy, or a gee (Pronounced G-ii) he was happy and content.

But when the time comes, when they get a little older and they become to old for one how do you help them get used to the idea of not having one, Kai and Amelia both lost theirs when they were 3 almost 4 and I am not ashamed at how late we left it, Kai we simply told him that the rash he developed on his upper lip was caused by his dummy and with Amelia she put hers into the bin herself and while she did cry for it during the first bedtime without it, it wasn’t long before they no longer asked.

However Robin is a different matter, she is almost 2 and while she sort of understands what we are saying, she fully doesn’t get that she doesn’t need it when shes had it for most of her life so far, She had started to bite her dummies, we use and adore the mam night time ones, they glow in the dark and I think are the best invention that has been made by any baby product company, but the teats themselves seemed to be a lot weaker than any others so while she was biting away at this dummy, it was slowly wearing down and began to break apart.. and me being me, the paranoid mother who reads to much on the internet and has read stories of dummies breaking and getting stuck in babies throats, decided that this was it, no more dummies.. which is all well and good but she is still very little and doesn’t fully get that she can sleep perfectly fine without them.

So we switched to the Avent brand of dummies (we use their bottles anyway) and have found they are a lot tougher against the jaws of Robin but I still want to say goodbye to the dummy, perhaps maybe not at night time as she simply doesn’t sleep without it at this point in her life and have decided to remove her dummy during the day time and sort of ease her into not having it.

But all of this got me wondering how others help their children transition from using a dummy to not having one at all and I asked a collection of mums who could share their top tips of waving goodbye to the D word.

  1. Bribe– chocolate or a cute new teddy bear, Kelly and Sarah both bribed the dummy of their children and it seemed to have worked for them
  2. “Bribery!! Let them swap their dummies for a present. We told our daughter that the dummy fairy needed more dummies for the babies and she’d bring a present to say thank you. Then when they want the dummies back you can say they’d have to return their present!” – Sarah

  3. “We unashamedly used bribery in the form of chocolate. We’d encourage her to put the dummy in the dummy pot for 5 minutes, with a chocolate button as a reward after. Then gradually increase the time and frequency ” – Kelly

  4. Dummies are for Babies – This one actually worked on Amelia, it was got her to pop it into the bin and I think it worked well for us, allowing them to make the choice while giving them a much needed nudge, Erin, Kate, Irina and Charlotte all did this with a cute little spin on baby birds and hedgehogs to convince them.
  5. “We made up a story of mummy hedgehog having babies that cried and needed dummies to sleep. So our daughter very generously decided to donate hers to them. She got a little cuddly toy in return. Wrote a post about it too!” – Irina

  6. “My three year old really didn’t want to give hers up so we went to the store, bought a cuddly toy of her choice, and immediately after drove to a friends hose to ‘give’ her dummys to a friend’s baby. She became really attached to the toy & seems to like the idea that ‘baby Maddie’ had her dummies now.” – Erin

  7. “We did it by saying the birds needed it for there babies. She found a dummy this weekend 8 months later and demanded we put it outside for the birds to take” – Charlotte

  8. “I subtly started dropping hints about dummies being for babies for a good few weeks in the run up to asking my toddler to give hers up – I framed it as a sign that she was a big girl – and that only she will know when she’s ready to be a big girl. I didn’t pressure her or try to persuade her. Then one day she handed her dummy over to me and told me she didn’t need it anymore as she wasn’t a baby now she was a big girl. Result!” – Kate

  9. The Dummy Fairy (or Santa)– This one I have seen mentioned all the time whenever I bring up the dummy, Louise, Vicki and Georgina all recommend this option.
  10. “My daughter gave up her dummies in the run-up to Christmas one year. We hung them on the tree when we put it up and I told her that they were going to the baby reindeer so the elves could look after them while the mummy reindeer were busy helping fly Santa’s sleigh on Christmas Eve. They left a little present the next day to say thank you” – Louise

  11. “My daughter had just turned 3. We had laid ground work for a few weeks how only babies had dummies. When she was ready to swap them for something special, we put them all in a pot and left them out to be collected by the dummy fairy. Somehow it turned into dumbo collecting them for other little babies. Which he did and left her behind a thank you letter and a ticket to go get a build a bear. It worked a treat” – Vicki

  12. “What worked a treat for us was the dummy fairy, We talked about it a lot before announcing her arrival. Then that evening a little while before bed, we got a special bag and he rounded up all his dummies (inc ones from the car). He hung the bag on his door handle, and in the night the fairy cane to take the dummies to babies that need them, and left him with a thank you present (a Disney teddy and a toy) and a thank you card. He’s literally never asked for a dummy since, and that was about 8 months ago” -Georgina

  13. Going Cold Turkey – Saying goodbye completely, which I personally have found the hardest route because behind this apparent heartless shield I put on, I am a sucker to a crying baby asking for their comfort in the early hours of the morning and through the haze of sleep (Okay I just like my sleep!! sorry) Both Frances and Lucinda bravely tackled cold turkey head on.
  14. “I packed mine off to Nanny and Granddad’s and put the dummies in the front pocket of the bag… They didn’t find them. Job done. The older one got croup and couldn’t breathe so we thought we’d kick her while she was down and take them away and that worked too. So essentially, cold turkey works great. Both were about 22 months I think” – Frances

  15. “Just went completely cold turkey before his second birthday. Got rid of any so I wouldn’t be tempted to give him any if he had major meltdowns! Just stopped one day and he wasn’t too bothered” – Lucinda

As for us, we are still undecided, I feel shes to little to understand dummy fairies and I worry going cold turkey will interrupt everyone’s sleep in the house but like everything with babies no one thing will work for another but I am hoping my little journey into de-geeing Robin might be a long and tired one.

Until next time


Most parents are a lot more stressed out about what goes on at the school playground, they panic over minor bumps or general injurys but I am a much more of a relaxed ‘whatever’ kind of parent..

I have always been a firm believe in that to avoid tears and a tantrum is to just stand up and brush it off and it has actually helped prevent potential melt downs, I am also one of those people who laugh when something humors happens during a bump, and when you have more than one child its usually caused by either one of them..

Sometimes its both of them together..

Back in 2016, Amelia and Kai had just started going to school together, she had just entered into Reception and he was in year 2, so during the play times at lunch or at break they would still be playing together in the Key Stage 1 playing area of the school, occasionally I would get the trusty red letter home saying either one of them had to have a cold compress on their face/arm/leg and all went into the bin as it wasn’t worth saving.. but the one that DID need saving was this one..

‘Bumped into brother’ 

I couldn’t help but laugh, they both had been running around like headless chickens and collided together and both came home with a note which said the same thing, ‘Bumped into..’ it was a shining moment in our life as a family of more than one child, a humors thing to laugh at and they found it pretty funny too and its now proudly placed onto our fridge as a little reminder of the time two like minded chickens didn’t look where they where going and made mummy laugh.

Have any of your children done things that have just made you laugh? I think I am secretly hoping I am not the only one who cant help but chuckle when a minor accident occurs..

Forever slightly evil..

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One of the things about parenting which will forever get to me, is the great lack of sleep that can occur, over the last month, Robin has been waking up throughout the night almost every night, its usually been around 1 am or just before my alarm went off at around 6 am .. my alarm goes off at 6:30..

BUT.. for the past week or so, shes been refusing to sleep at night almost completely, at least without sleeping on top of my chest and thus keeping me awake.. but its lead to not only me being very exhausted and grumpy.. I have made so many mistakes here and there, from something tiny like putting my knickers the wrong way around to completely forgetting food in the oven.

While exhaustion isn’t fun, the stupid stories I now have of me putting a kettle into the fridge or forgetting to put a ham in the oven for two hours which I feel like I need to add was a rather big disappointment will be fun to share in years to come.. or use as ammo when my children bring home any future partners and I can do the typical embarrassing parent and share tales of their childhood..

The wonderful thing about this time of life is that all mums and dads deal with the same sort of sleep issues, because no children sleeps at night completely.. and we all have some wonderful tales of when during the haze of tiredness we did something utterly stupid.

Emma from The Money Whisperer says ‘Refer to myself by my maiden name – it’s like my brain’s default setting when I am exhausted. We’ve been married over 7 years.’

Pete from Household Money Saving says ‘Spent 10 minutes searching for my car after a night shift. Then remembered I had got the train to work because my wife needed the car’

Victoria from Healthy Vix says ‘I once poured juice on everyones cereal and milk into my glass! Oops’

Lianne from Ankle Biters Adventures says ‘Taken my little ones to nursery in the morning when they were in fact on afternoons’ (Ive done this more times than I can count!!!)

Laura from Five Little Doves says ‘I once came out of the supermarket, realised I hadn’t locked my car, got in to see somebody had stolen 2 of my 3 car seats, lifted the boot to see they had also switched my pram for an old one….and only then realised that it wasn’t my car at all….or even the same colour’

Amy from A Mum Full of Dreams says I left the bath running… turned it on to pour a little bit of water so I could soak some clothes I stained. Two hours later I went out to use the loo and there was a wave of water running underneath the door  Whoops! (I’ve done that too!)

Kate from Confessions of a New Mum says  ‘I tried to return some clothes in Mothercare, spent ages at the counter with the staff trying to find them on the system… only to realise the clothes weren’t from there but from Boots instead. Later the same day, we went for lunch and my 2 month old did a massive explosive nappy. She went through literally everything and I’d managed to forget the spare babygrow. This was in the middle of October, we had to rush down to the nearest shop with her in her nappy and wrapped up in a thin blanket and my cardigan. I was mortified at the looks I got as I dressed her in the shop (I wasn’t taking her back out in the cold without clothes!)’

Jodie from Maiden Head Mum says ‘I run out of vocabulary. I start a sentence and then trail off as I can’t remember the actual words for everyday things. When my little one was a baby, any attempt at conversation with actual words after about 8.30pm was impossible: total vocabulary fail!’

So as you can see, its not just me who is a complete scatter brain when in a sleep haze!.. I hope all these silly stories have made you chuckle a bit, because lets face it… its the only way us parents cope most days.

Until next time

Me, Being Mummy

I remember the day we started to plan for baby two, we had gone to dinner with some friends, it was a cold December day and we went to Pizza Hut, we did it in text form to keep it private from our friends.

I personally think having our second was my idea, I don’t think Mr S had much choice in the matter, Kai was around 8/9 months old at the time and honestly, it felt right so we started trying!

We had a slight hiccup at the start of it all, Kai developed a stomach bug, which of course was passed around the family so really the first month of TTC didn’t go to plan at all, second month I did get a positive but it ended in an extremely early miscarriage known as a Chemical Pregnancy which I talk about here but on month three, which was around March… it happened.. a positive! I couldn’t believe it! it was really light but it was 100% a positive test! my BIG FAT POSITIVE!


I was so excited I joined an online forum to talk about it all and of course call up the midwife and get planning, but due to the previous loss, I had this fear which I didn’t experience with Kai, it didn’t even cross my mind I would’ve lost him at any point, but I was terrified of loosing this one..

Week 6 hit and I started to bleed, this was it, this was the end, I got an appointment with the EPU (Early Pregnancy Unit) and they told me my cervix was still closed but wasn’t sure where the bleeding was coming from so I was due to have a scan the next day, which was a barrel of laughs!

At the scan, they had to do an internal which I have never experienced before, its super uncomfortable, not painful, just a little ‘ughhh’ and on the screen was an empty black space, a small dot and a lot of nothing, they dated my pregnancy back a week and I had to go back in for a follow up scan one week from now, and honestly that week was such a horrible time, I was bleeding still and I had that fear there, what if I go back and there wasn’t anything there?!

One week later, on the screen was a fetal pole, a yolk sack and A HEART BEAT! I gave it a little nickname of ‘Prawn’ as we had named Kai ‘Shrimp’ and we decided to share our news to the world earlier than planned, I was just too excited!!

I was still bleeding, and after many internal exams *shudder* I was told because of the short time between one pregnancy and another my cervix was a little sensitive and would ‘spot’ every now and then, and thankfully that stopped completely by the time I reached week 10!

12 weeks

Around week 13 it was the dating scan, everything was perfect, this little prawn shaped object now looked like a human, only much smaller, baby wriggled away on the screen and it was so wonderful to see and from then on, everything was clear sailing.

I started to feel flutters around the 16 week mark and just before the 20 week anomaly scan I was feeling tiny baby kicks, this pregnancy was feeling great!

Before we had the 20 week scan, we had decided to see the gender, but I was so nervous if it was a girl, I don’t know why, I think one of the factors is that I was worried that if I had a girl, K would be forgotten, because for some reason, I felt like everyone wanted a girl, everyone kept telling me how wonderful it would be to have a girl AND a boy, and I honestly wanted another boy.. but being awkward, on the scan, the baby had its legs crossed so I was left with the next 20 weeks wondering and worrying..

20 weeks

Around the 28-30 weeks mark, my hands and feet started to itch and swell, I couldn’t wear my engagement ring anymore and it was so uncomfortable, after a few blood tests and once overs it was determined that the cause was bile acid, I cant remember 100% what the term was but the midwives didn’t seem to worried but said to call if I experience swelling..


The next weeks went by, and around 38 weeks I didn’t feel right, movements had slowed down so we went to the hospital for just a little check up only to then be told that my waters were ‘bulging’ and that I was already at 4cms, they had me on the monitor and her heart raced at 200bpm so the midwives took the lead, put me onto a drip and broke my waters.

At this time, Mr S was at work, he worked for GAME and that night was a midnight launch for Battlefield 3, so lucky for him, he got the night off work..

I honestly only remember two things from that labour, the intense craving for a burger and the desperate need to have a wee, having her I was in active labour to quickly for me to have an epidural and there is nothing more frustrating and frightening than being told you couldn’t have any pain relief but in three and a half hours of fighting with the midwife about the gas and air mouth piece being taken off me because ‘i wasn’t using it properly’ and being told to push when I didn’t have any contraction she was born at 2:22am on the 28th October.

and she was the absolute double of her big brother, I asked ‘what did i have’ and then came the ‘girl! you had a girl’ and actually asked to look, just to be 100% sure, daddy cut her cord and she was plopped onto my stomach all pink, angry and a full 8lbs 4oz and we named her Amelia after the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic, I wanted her to know that regardless of her gender, she could do whatever she wishes and I couldn’t think of a better person to name her after.


Mr S went home to go let my mum go home who was looking after Kai and I was wheeled over into the birthing unit which was just the best place to go have a baby, peaceful AND you can get up and go make a tea at whatever time you wanted.

We came home the same day in the evening and began our life as a family of four..

(Plus cats..)

Until next time

mummy cat


Usually I am such a confident mother, I trust my gut and go with whatever my mothers intuition tells me but lately, I have been busy, with the mixture of the Christmas period, new year prep dealing with a clingy Robin and blogging things have taken a back seat, mainly that tiny little voice inside my head that tells me to do things when they are needed..

On the 15th December, around 1pm.. I realized that I had forgotten the children’s Christmas jumpers for the Save the Children Christmas jumper day

I cried… my heart raced and I felt so guilty..


How could I have forgotten? I had them all ready, but the morning rush must have made them slip my mind and they never wore them to school.. all I could think was the fear I felt whenever I was at school and I forgot it was a non uniform day, everyone else in their day clothes and stupid me sitting there feeling bad about being in my uniform.

I talked to some ladies who I know about it and they did reassure me a little bit, but I couldn’t help but feel so bad for them, when I did go collect them from school I thought perhaps I wasn’t the only one who forgotten, but nope, out of all the other children in the school my two walked out without a festive jumper on and I felt worse..

I hugged them and said sorry so many times but they told me they didn’t care, they had their Christmas dinner and got to make their own hats and had fun..

But I still feel bad.. Mum guilt is a horrible feeling, coupled with anxiety can make it feel ten times worse than it is, so I am going to make sure that going forth to not forget things, make sure I write everything down on the calendar in the kitchen and check it daily..

No more mum guilt for me thanks, and for certain no more forgetting things and then getting anxious over it all.

Have you ever experienced mum guilt? or guilt over something so stupid and pointless?

Until next time..

mummy cat