Life, Love and Dirty Dishes delivers award winning funny tales from the parenting front line delivered with humour and heart. We're all in this together.
A very scientifically sound and important study. Numerous nappy theories have been argued discussed and studied over the years; cloth verses disposable, your turn as opposed to mine, and what the hell are we feeding this kid? In this study we shall be looking at the equation concerning the ratio of hands to a single […] Read more…
Friday Frolics time again. Treat yourself to a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows and have a read of these blogs that made me giggle this week. As someone who is crap at crafts I can really relate to Alana’s tale of woe. The Rubbish Mothers Guide to Sensory Play by Alana at Baby […] Read more…
There is a small person in my house that is commonly referred to as ‘the chatterbox’. From the moment he wakes up until the moment he goes to sleep, he is talking. His mouth never stops moving. Even if he has no one to talk to, he talks to his toys. He even does their […] Read more…
Calm down. I have nothing to tell you. No announcement from me. Been there. Done that. Got the t-shirt. Twice. Not happening again. No more swollen ankles, morning sickness, heart burn, back ache, and limited wardrobe choices for this mama. But have you noticed the pregnancy announcements taking over your news feed lately? Every day […] Read more…
Welcome to the first Friday Frolics. Here is where I share some posts from other bloggers that have made me laugh this week. Pull up a chair, grab a glass of wine (tea if it’s before 11am!) and enjoy a little giggle with me. Love is in the air with Valentine’s tomorrow so I thought […] Read more…
You know those perfect parents, the one’s that get everything right, and their children are little angels? No? Me neither. Show me a parent who hasn’t made any mistakes and I’ll show you some pants on fire. It makes no difference whether they are pretty french knickers, Bridget Jones Granny Pants, or David Beckham briefs. […] Read more…
Valentine’s day is nearly upon us. How it’s changed for me over the years. In my teens I would obsess over the perfect Valentine card to give the boy of the hour. And when it wasn’t reciprocated I would spend hours crying into my pillow whilst listening to Roxette “It must have been Love”. In […] Read more…
I often think about our encounter last summer. I find it amazing really that complete strangers can have a huge impact on our day. They can change the course of our day, they can change our mood, they can even change the way we view the world. A few weeks ago a stranger chased me […] Read more…
Becoming a parent brings with it a whole heap of emotions and feelings. There’s love, pride, amazement, worry, guilt and every parent’s favourite, self-doubt. What I wasn’t prepared for was the fear. When I say fear, I mean heart simultaneously stopping, dropping down to your stomach, then, bouncing back up into your mouth fear. The […] Read more…
Hey kids, listen up. We all love soft play, right? I mean, what’s not to love. You can run indoors. Really fast. And not get told off. You can climb up stuff, jump down from stuff, and you can be loud. Really loud. Anything your Mum won’t let you do at home, you can do […] Read more…
We don’t seem to be able to find the time to see each other that much these days. We used to spend Saturdays mooching round the shops, and evenings hitting the bars and getting drunk. They were good times. But things have changed. I have these 2 little people that have sort of invaded and […] Read more…
I’ve just found out that a friend of mine is expecting her first baby. Cue lots of girly squeals of delight and weeping tears of joy. Now as you know as soon as you have a baby on board the whole world and their dog and flippin’ cat have advice for you. Not one to […] Read more…
We all know the equation for a poorly baby, right? Poorly baby = Baby not wanting to be out down Baby not wanting to be put down = Mummy’s hands full Mummy’s hands full = Shit not getting done Need some superpowers right about now please. When you have a newborn you become quite an […] Read more…
There are plenty of things I look forward to hearing this Christmas; my children’s excited squeals, tearing paper and of course The Pogues! But there are several sentences that I don’t want to hear this Christmas. 1 “Sale starts NOW!” January sales are supposed to start in JANUARY. The clue is in the title. […] Read more…
The run up to Christmas can be stressful, busy and expensive. The shops reduces all the gifts a week after you bought them, you’re running out of places to stuff hide presents, your to-do list could rival Santa’s, and you know there’s something you’ve forgotten but you can’t remember what it is and it’s keeping […] Read more…
I don’t know about you but I am looking forward to a couple of weeks with no school runs. Especially no cold and wet school runs. It feels like I have to add half an hour to my mornings at the moment just to get us out of the door in time for the 5 […] Read more…
It’s that time of year again. Children have been busy practising their songs. Parents have been frantic trying to pull together camel costumes. Teachers are preparing for organised chaos and (I imagine) doing a lot of holding their heads in their hands. It’s nativity season. Come performance day who knows what your little angel is […] Read more…
I am not from the ‘Breast is Best’ camp. I am from the ‘Do What is Right For You camp’. I breast-fed both my children for 5 weeks and I am proud of that. Breastfeeding for me was equally amazing as it was akward. It was something that felt very natural but was by […] Read more…
It’s like raaaiiiinnn on your wedding day, a free ride, when you’ve already paid… Alanis said it was ironic, I say it’s Sods laws. And when it comes to parenting, there’s plenty of them. #1 Babies will always poo just as you are about to leave the house. If you have to […] Read more…
Christmas just wouldn’t be Christmas without belting out a few Christmas Carols. Maybe you like the classics, Good King Wenceslas or Deck the Halls. Maybe you’re more of a Santa got stuck up the chimney kind of person. But if you are a Mum I’m sure you will appreciate a Mum’s Christmas carol. It maybe […] Read more…