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16th June 2015

10 Reasons Why Being The Second Child Is Brilliant

Screen Shot 2015-08-20 at 19.26.231. Baby food is rubbish. And when I spotted my older brother was getting to eat proper food that you actually have to chew, the big people let me eat it too. Same goes for snacks – who wants a baby rusk when you’ve tasted a chocolate digestive?

2. Baby toys are boring. The big people dangled toys in front of my face when I was small – but as soon as I could sit up and drag myself to the toy box, I played with my brother’s toys. And honestly, I know my way around an iPad and iPhone better than anyone.

3. Second hand clothes aren’t that bad. Everyone feels sorry for the second child wearing hand-me-downs, but I like it. It means the big people don’t care when cover myself in red pasta sauce (bibs are for babies) or when I wear holes through the knees of my trousers pushing a car around (sitting still is for babies, too).

4. Baby classes are boring. The big people took me to a baby class once. We sang baby songs and waved baby toys around. It was OK, but I’d much rather hang out with my brother’s friends. One of them pretends to be a monster while we run around screaming and then we carefully slot our rice crackers between the sofa cushions when the adults aren’t looking.

5. Baby TV is rubbish. My brother watched things like ‘In the Night Garden’ and ‘Telletubbies’ when he was little (I know, because there are stuffed toys lying around the place) – but I never had to watch that rubbish. As soon as I was old enough to focus, I was watching grown up stuff like Ben & Holly, Charlie & Lola, and Paw Patrol.

6. They know I’m gifted. My brother wasn’t trusted with a crayon or lump of playdoh until he much older than me. But after a tantrum on the living room floor, I was given the chance to show off my skills. I’m so talented that the big people have displayed a few of my masterpieces on the fridge. I don’t know for sure, but I doubt my brother got that kind of glory.

7. Danger is fun. My brother told me that our big people have relaxed a lot since I came along. I believe them – after all, it takes them a whole 10 seconds to get to me when I am balancing on the windowsill.  Life is good.

8. I  always get my own way. I only have to do my ‘cute smile’ at the big people and they give me what I want. I don’t want to brag, but I am definitely sure that I must be cuter than my big brother. I smashed a mug of cold coffee all over the floor yesterday – and then I did my smile. I don’t even think they cared.

9. Weekends are better. My brother told me that the big people dragged him around boring places at the weekend when he was a baby. It was all about coffee, food, and shopping. They realised the error of their ways when I came along – and now we go to play areas, build sandcastles on the beach, or visit aquariums. I think they all know that I have improved things for the better.

10. I have a friend. The best thing about being a second child is that I have a friend – right from the moment I wake up and shout ‘Snack! Snack! Snack!’ from my cot for no other reason than to annoy him, to the moment I fall asleep to the sound of him singing Christmas carols in June. Why would I need any of the other stuff when I have him?

28th January 2015

7 things I have learnt after a year of being a mum of two….

IMG_04031 – To embrace the chaos. With one child, I could just about maintain a sense of order at home. I felt fairly in control of the laundry pile, the toys were put away neatly every night, and I was able to stay in touch with friends and family pretty regularly. Baby number two was, as they say, the straw that broke the camel’s back. Most of the time, I am totally winging it. I don’t know whether the boys have got clean clothes for the next day, what they will be having for dinner that night, or whether I have replied to the text I received from a friend a few days ago. My mind is a complete sieve, but it’s IMG_0404OK. I have learnt to embrace this chaos and to enjoy it. I love my afternoons with my little family – and the fact everyone is happy is far more of a priority than whether the books are lined up nicely on the living room shelf.

2 – Life really does get easier. Rewind 12 months and I wouldn’t have believed you if you told me life would get easier so quickly. With feeds to fit around nursery runs, a toddler to watch like a hawk, and a baby to tip-toe into the nursery whenever he fell asleep (closely followed by the noisiest toddler on the planet), life was a complete juggle in the early days. But yesterday, as I was stood in the kitchen cooking dinner and listening to the boys playing together in the nursery next door, I realised that we had found our groove. And a lot of the time, shock horror, it wasn’t even me entertaining the baby.

3 – My guilt surrounds number two. When I was pregnant with number two, I worried all the time about the effect it would have on my precious first-born. I felt guilty about how his life would change and how my time would suddenly be split in two. However, I can safely say that I have rarely felt guilty for him in the 12 months he has had a sibling. Life pretty much continued as normal for Stanley – but for his little brother, the first 12 months has been so different to how it was the first time. He didn’t get the luxury of Mummy and Daddy exclusively for the first few years of his life and I have very rarely had time to take him to play-dates or classes.  I can rationalise this guilt as I know my love for this little person is just as strong as it was the first time, but it is something that has played on my mind at times during the last year.

4 – Life is on fast-forward. It’s such a cliché to say that time passes quickly when you are a Mum – but I have to say that it ramps up another notch when number two arrives on the scene. We have been so busy these past 12 months that each milestone and month has passed in a flash – and suddenly here I am with another toddler on my hands. Where did my baby go? I have no idea, but the headstrong, hilarious little man that has replaced him has taught me to enjoy every moment as it just goes too quick.

5 – Tiredness is a way of life. One child is tiring. Two children is exhausting. I can only imagine what it’s like to add another one or two into the mix. I quite literally can’t remember what it feels like to not be tired. Even if the boys have a good night (which is a rarity these days to be honest), I would need another 30 of them to catch up sleep. Tiredness burns the back of my eyes every morning, every afternoon, every evening – but I am so used to it that I don’t even really notice it any more. Also, I have learnt that coffee is often my very best friend.

6 – To accept help. With my first baby, I felt that I could and should do it all alone. Being an expat meant that I had very few people around to ask in the first place – but accepting help from paid nannies in the UAE and grandparents in the UK didn’t come naturally. In fact, I didnt even like leaving Daddy to it at the weekend to focus on myself for a few hours – essentially, I wanted to be superwoman. With number two, I realise this is totally impossible and I have had to learn to accept help. I understand now that I can’t do it all – I can’t work pretty much full-time hours, whilst being a full-time mum, keeping the house running, being a good wife and mother, and having time to relax and be myself occasionally too. I do now understand that there are limited hours in the day and I can’t do everything on my own.

7 – The sibling bond is intrinsic. Despite being 21 months apart and at very different points in their development and abilities, my boys really are best friends. They argue at times (the little one has finally started to defend himself and his toys after a year of having them snatched away) and  they often compete for my attention, but when they start playing together and I hear them howling with laughter, I realise there is nothing that can compare to that sibling relationship. It seems intrinsic – and on days when everything is a bit of a struggle, that is worth its weight in gold. It makes me realise that every little effort has been worth it – not just for me and my benefit, but for our family as a whole. This second little person has a very real place in our family unit and it is so wonderful to see this sibling bond develop and grow. I can’t wait to see what happens over the next 12 months.

Happy birthday for tomorrow my little Wilfred. We love you very, very much.

8th August 2014

10 Things to Consider Before Having Number Two


1. Even if you were lucky enough to have an easy, enjoyable pregnancy the first time, this is unlikely to happen again. You will not go for quiet, uninterrupted coffees with fellow pregnant ladies, stroking your bump as you discuss varicose veins and how awful it is to have to get out of bed for a wee. You will not enjoy monthly maternity massages followed by long snoozes. You will not waft around in maxi dresses, looking beautiful with your bump. You will walk around in practical leggings and tunics, which are most likely to be smothered in this morning’s breakfast (or last week’s in fact).

2. You won’t always be welcome at gatherings of first-time mums-to-be. This will come as a shock, but your toddler simply isn’t welcome. Neither is your ‘know it all’ advice. Instead, you will team up with fellow multiple mummies to reminisce about how easy your life was when you only had one.


3. You will probably get more sleep in hospital than you have had for the last few years.

4. When baby comes home, you will no longer feel aggrieved by constant visitors. You will welcome them with open arms and fully expect them to entertain the older sibling for the entirety of their visit.

5. You will leave the house within days of arriving home, whether you can walk or not. As leaving the house and limping along with a screaming baby is better than being stuck inside all day with an older child that can move.


6. You will not sleep when the baby sleeps. You will spend this time watching re-runs of Peppa Pig.

7. You know that bit with your first when you had a terrible night and slept late into the morning with baby to make up for it? Say goodbye to that. Just as baby number two drifts off to sleep as the sun rises, child number one will wake up. You will have your suspicions they have come to some kind of evil arrangement with each other. It’s probably true.

8. You will not have time for emails, phone calls or letters to friends. Friends with no children or one child will not understand, as you will still have time to dip into Facebook – but the truth is that anything that engages your brain for more than a 50-character status update just isn’t happening.


9. The second child will surprise you constantly with his or her achievements – as unlike the first time, you simply wont have time to study his or her progress and take bets on when it will happen. One day, the baby will start crawling and you will be aghast that it has happened so quickly. In fact, you probably missed it completely as you were too busy extracting a marble from older child’s nostril or attempting to clear up playdoh matted into the carpet.

10. Despite all of this, you will not regret your decision to have number two for one second. Not for one single second. You will doubt your sanity for this – but it really is all worth it, especially when the small one catches sight of the older one and plants the happiest smile on his or her face. Thank goodness for that.