Love – Soppy Stuff

Life, Love and Dirty Dishes is mainly about parenting.  Living life with small people and the situations we find ourselves in.  Love refers to the soppy stuff.  Let’s face it, we sometimes moan when we can’t pee in peace, we sometimes wish leaving the house wasn’t a military operation.  But would we change things? Never.  Because at the end of the day we love the small people that have turned our worlds upside down, to the moon and back.  I hope you enjoy these posts of a more heart felt nature.

Seeing The Sunshine Through The Rain

To Oliver, You turn three on Monday.  Three already!  Not my tiny baby anymore. I always write a post about you and your brother on your birthdays, to celebrate you, and the year you have had.  To remind me of all those precious times, and so I never forget what you were like.  But this […] Read more…

The Sum of My Parts

My eyes are for looking out for you, spotting the hazards before you come to harm.  They are for searching for your lost toys for the tenth time that week.  They are for seeing the world through your eyes.  They are for watching you grow and change at a pace I can barely fathom. My nose was […] Read more…

Loss at Christmas

Loosing a loved one is never easy.  When a loss is unexpected it rocks the foundations of our world. When that loved one is young, and their life has ended far to soon, it is a tragedy. Your world stopped that day, and yet the rest of the world continued to function without you.  People still […] Read more…

I will Be Your Everything

I will be your protector.  Fierce and true.  I will protect you from monsters under the bed and cars as we cross the road.  I will fight for what you need and deserve.  And when you are big enough and brave enough to fight your own battles, remember I’m always in your corner.   I […] Read more…

Beautiful Births

A Tale of Two Births – Part Two

I love hearing people’s birth stories.  Whether they were pushed out, pulled out, screamed out or hypno-birthed out, I think all birth stories are amazing.  So this is part two of my story, and the birth of the little one. I had two very different birth experiences.  The birth of the little one was a […] Read more…

Milestones

    It’s a well-known fact that babies don’t come out of the womb clutching onto a handy instruction manual.  You don’t have to do a course, or pass a test to become a parent.  There are no qualifications required.  They let you waddle out of the hospital with your newborn bundle, a glowing sense […] Read more…

Why I Don’t Have a 5 Year Plan

It’s one of those standard interview questions isn’t it, “Where do you see yourself in 5 years time?”  I used to have all the answers.   Not anymore. Before I became a parent I lived very much for the future.  Short term I lived for the weekend and the nights out.  Longer term I was […] Read more…

Bye Bye Baby Days

  11:03pm this evening marks 2 years since the little one made his entrance into the world.  My baby is 2 today.   Today will be filled with laughter and smiles, and a few tears when I won’t let him drive his cars into the TV, or insist that he has to wear socks.  Much like […] Read more…

A Tale of Two Births – Part One

I love a good birth story.  One Born Every Minute is one of my favourite TV programs.  True story; When I was pregnant with the big one they were filming the very first series at Princess Anne Hospital and I was asked if I wanted to take part.  I politely declined.  Mainly because I kept […] Read more…

The One With The Anniversary

My husband and I are celebrating our 10 year wedding anniversary this week.  We will be doing so in the time honoured tradition of any parents spending a rare night away from their small people, by crashing out at about 9:00pm in our hotel room.     Although 10 years of our lives together have […] Read more…

We Are Not Rivals

To the mother who breastfed her baby until they needed it no more;  I know the amazing feeling that comes with knowing your little one is getting everything they need from you. Your body is an incredible thing.  I know too, the sheer exhaustion you have felt when it’s all down to you, your nipples […] Read more…

Definitions of Being a Mother

The definitions of what being a mother means…   Being a mother is love like you have never known.  It’s feeling someone else’s pain as your own.  It’s a primeval instinct to protect. Being a mother is knowing every park in a 5 mile radius of your home and which shops have toilet facilities. Being […] Read more…

And then he was one!

I know this is a complete cliché, but I don’t know what happened.  One minute I was inhaling gas and air as if my life depended on it, and growling at anyone who dared try to take it away, then I blinked, and my baby was one. If you are against soppiness and slush of […] Read more…

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