Welcome to Spring Week. While I’m taking a few days off to roam the Welsh countryside with my boys, I have three wonderful guest posts for you. The first is from Anna who blogs at Dummy Mummy. Anna claims that despite becoming a mum for the second time around in 2012, she still doesn’t have a clue what she’s doing (I don’t believe this for a minute!). One of Anna’s passions is breastfeeding and you can find a whole wealth of information and support on her blog.
I love March. Love, love, love it. As a SAD person (and a sad person), spring heralds all that is right with the world – sunshine (sometimes), longer days, brighter mornings, the ability to chuck the de-icer and gloves and thermal undies in a drawer for the next six months, and the revival of shoes-that-require-no-socks. Although, once spring is upon us, it no longer feels acceptable to go to bed at 7.30pm, as I may have done routinely throughout winter. Well, it’s dark before 5pm, and half seven feels like it’s the middle of the night after being up at 6am with two small children.
This time of year also makes me a little bit reflective. It’s filled with promise and growth and new opportunities, the summer seems to stretch out forever in front of us, and yet it makes me look back, too. It’s a time to take stock, to decide what needs to change and to make those changes, to look over the metaphorical shoulder of the year and see just how far we have come.
So just how far have we come?
And just to prove that each year does bring change, new starts and opportunities, that everything really is only a phase, and it is good to look back sometimes, the photo on the left was taken in Spring 2010 and the one on the right in Spring 2011.
(Due to a lack of decent maternity clothes, the stretchy pjs and The Boyfriend’s t-shirt was a phase that lasted a lot longer than it really should have).
I love spring.