Vintage Mummy Matters – delve into the archives

A slice of parenting and lifestyle history that I like to call . . .

Vintage Mummy Matters

I began Mummy Matters in 2009 so I have quite the back-catalogue of content.  I prefer to think of them as my Vintage posts because it sounds more classy as the saying goes;

“sometimes the old ones are the best”

What can you find in Vintage Mummy Matters . . .

Since Mummy Matters has been about our family’s journey so far you will find a LOT of baby photos, stories of sleepless nights, breastfeeding highs and lows, the truth about life as a stepmum, my weaning hell with Little Bean, fun family days out, family holidays and reviews of everything from baby wipes to family cars.

Bear with me . . .

If you would like to have a dig into my parenting and lifestyle history, then you have come to the right place.  At the moment this page is a work in progress, I’m hoping to make it easier to find what you are looking for so do keep popping back.  In the meantime please do check out the ‘categories’ widget in the right sidebar.

A Tale of Three Pregnancies – they say that no two pregnancies are the same and I would definitely agree.  I began a weekly pregnancy diary when I was expecting Little Bean so when I discovered I was pregnant with Beanie Boy and later, Jelly Bean, it made perfect sense to add to the diary for a direct comparison.

Breastfeeding Diary – when Beanie Boy was born I decided to record my experiences of breastfeeding to help other mothers to see that it isn’t always a breeze from the word go and sometimes it just takes a little perseverance.

Diary of a Newborn – when I was a teenager one film I used to love watching was ‘Look who’s talking’ where you ‘heard’ the thoughts of the baby in the film.  With that in mind I decided to write a diary from the point of view of Beanie Boy in his first few weeks of life.  It’s a little bit tongue in cheek and just for fun – read it, you might enjoy it.

 

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