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Babies first… Mother’s Day weekend.

Can you believe the time of year already? I am shocked at how rapidly time is passing with this new year, as we enter those Spring months. I haven’t seen much of Spring yet, though.

Snow, rain, sleet, wind..yep..the Beast from the East got that lot covered but no hints of Spring which is a little disappointing. Here is hoping that the flowers begin to bloom and everything starts to become a little brighter. I’m so ready to be over with the Winter, to pack away the heavy duty clothing and to see the World come to life once more. I’m ready to regain the spring in my step and to watch the lambs bound around the fields nearby.


March marks the month of Mother’s Day, an occasion that is celebrated all around the World and for good reason. March brings with it my little Sisters birthday, Females all around celebrate International Women’s day. but most importantly, March also brings to us Mothers, Mothers day. May we celebrate the women in our lives, praise our Mother’s and feel a sense of pride as we Mother our own young. March is the month of girl power, for sure. An incredible month for celebrating strong women all around.

This year round, I had the privilege to celebrate my first Mothering Sunday which I will share the details of with you. My little bebe is now six months old and in her short time with us, I’ve never felt happier. Eleanor was meant to be mine and brings with her a daring amount of responsibility. She is a privelige to Mother no matter how tough some days can be.


My journey into Motherhood has not been easy, I’ll never deny just how tough I’ve found this time. I had a difficult labour, the cluster feeding left me feeling drained, we’ve had the crushing effects of colic and reflux, a needy baby who wants to be held and will not sleep alone or even be left in the care of anyone other than myself without a drama. I battle with a feisty, breast fed baby every day who refuses a bottle point blank and screams each time I put her down or into her stroller. I can’t get a out alone often as it’s not worth the battle or the cries that do not end, it beings too much stress.

I have to go to bed at 10pm each night wether I like it or not. I cannot watch any movies or cuddle up with Euan, I have to lay in bed awake and nurse Eleanor to sleep. I could stay up, but she will scream, it doesn’t stop. Don’t even mention control crying, we have tried and I can assure you, there is nothing controlled about it.


My little Eleanor, my Snugs, is full of personality, full of strength, full of temper, charisma and might. Each day with her, I learn more about myself than I could ever imagine. My baby girl has taught me true love, she’s taught me patience, she’s taught me a sense of compassion and flexibility. She’s taught me how strong I can be and how amazing the human body is. Not only do I teach her, but she teaches me.

I couldn’t be more honoured or grateful to be Mother to such a strong willed little girl. It is an exceptional privilege to hold her, to nurse her, to love her and to see the love and the pureness in her eyes as she looks at me. I only wish I could see the world through her eyes.

To watch her grow will be a whole new level of amazement and I’m sure there will be many challenges to come. After six months of playing Mum, I am now confident within my Patenting abilities (to an extent) and I know that as a family we can over come any challenge together and move forward through each stage.

It’s been a busy weekend celebrating and I can finally catch a break to have a coffee and write a post. On Saturday, I headed out with the females of the family for an afternoon tea to ring in my sister’s birthday. Saturday was pouring of rain and cold, I was dropped off by Euan and I met with my Mum, Sister, Aunt and Cousin at the City centre and we then headed off to the chosen venue for our tea and a catch up. Euan went to the cinema as he waited for us to finish and got us back home after. Eleanor was with me also, though sleeping in her stroller.. this didn’t last ten minutes once we got to our seats.

We went to the Carmelite.. our Wedding reception venue, only I didn’t make the call to go here, it was my Sister’s choice. The hotel was busy with parties of Women and families, I assume celebrating Mother’s Day. The table we were placed at was rounded and made for easy communication. The tea/coffee was served promptly and we all dined on a variety of sandwiches, cakes and scones. Lush.

I had a veggie option and had tomato sandwiches, a small mug of soup and snacked on the sweet treats. The variety on display was great and we all had plenty to choose from. My Sister had a great time and that was the main thing, it was her day after all. Eleanor was a grouch, mot untypical of her right now with an ear infection and teething. Nothing would settle her when she became feisty and tired, not even a feed. I had to call it quits and leave a little early.

Though most of my time was spent trying to entertain Eleanor and stressing over her cries, I still had a lovely time and it was good to catch up in a setting away from home.Besides, I am a sucker for an afternoon tea.If you haven’t already guessed, coffee and cake is my kryptonite.

Come Sunday, I woke in a great mood next to my two best friends in the World. Happy Mothers day to me! We had morning cuddles and took it easy before heading out for a latte to kick start the day. The sun was shining so we grabbed our dog Fern too who happily obliged to come along for the walk. I do love a slow paced morning where there is no rush and no plans to commit too. Just me and my family against the World.

We got back from the trip and spent the afternoon doing chores while working through a Wedding song playlist which we have created for the day. We will have no DJ or live band but can play music from our own device freely. With the wedding just months away, we decided to get going and create the playlist to have ready and adapt if necessary.


Late afternoon, we headed  to Tesco to grab flowers before going up to my Mum’s house for a second birthday tea. Only, I left empty handed as the shelves were stripped of any flowers. There was nothing left, it’s a good job that I had already gifted my Mum with a print or she may have been saddened by this outcome. At Mums we had a full table of snacks and goodies, Mum always goes all out on a Birthday, no matter what age,

This time there was a huge cake for the taking. Homemade carrot cake? Don’t mind if I do!! We all tucked in to juice, snacks, pizza, egg rolls.. you name it. I’ve definitely gained the lbs this weekend. Thank god for breastfeeding and the magic calories it burns, otherwise I’d not be able to maintain a slim frame. Eleanor played in her bouncer that was set up and was happy to be passed around for cuddles..until she became grizzly and wanted nothing more than milk..typical. My Grandad had a hold of her and she burst into tears! Drama Queen.


Heading home we left with a full tummy, a full heart and an even fuller bag of goodies that was packed up for us, courtesy of Mum (a serial feeder). I always love to spend time at Mum’s with my Brothers and Sister, it brings a sense of nostalgia and I always feel at home, it is as though I had never left. It is comforting for me to be back in my comfort zone and childhood hang out, only in very different circumstances. I love to see my Family with Eleanor and interacting with her as she grows, the more that I age and grow, the more precious I believe family to be.

Back home, we created the last of our playlist and had a brief listen before I went off to bed with my baby for a big sleep. A weekend well spent brings a week of content. I have had a superb, family packed weekend where I was certainly not shy of love. A truly great first Mothers Day and I look forward to many more years just like this, if not better.


Keren x


No, the housework can’t wait.


I have chosen to share my views today surrounding becoming a new Mother and juggling the daily household tasks and general maintenance around the home. Something I am sure that all Mum’s dread. I have decided to write about this as it plays a big part in my life, perhaps more so than it should. Or I should let it.

Housework, a drag to each of us on any regular day. Throw a baby (literally) into the mix and it becomes a race to complete the daily chores. You feel that it is never ending and these days, in my case.. it really is never ending. I find that I get through one lot of chores only to have to begin again. It is an endless and thankless task.

All too often, especially of late, I have been told that the housework can wait. That it will be there for another day, during this time period I should take it easy. Strangers when out shopping have even warned to take it easy. Weird, I know.

I should sleep when my baby sleeps. Take all the rest I can. In my experience, this is much easier said than done. It is all too easy to tell someone to rest or to sleep when they can. I, as a breastfeeding, mess obsessed, Mother of a two week old, cannot rest. I cannot go for a nap knowing that the bathroom is waiting be cleaned or that the bedding is to be stripped and washed. It is not my nature. I can only settle when all is in order.

I am definitely obsessed with mess and cleaning up, my obsession frustrates me and those around me. I hate being surrounded by clutter and the sign of a mess building up builds a great anxiety within and sends my OCD; obsessive compulsive disorder, into overdrive. I cannot simply leave things be, I must interfere. As soon as I notice any crumb or dog hair, I’m at it with the Dyson. No matter what time of the day (or night) it is.

 I  am a maniac for hoovering and have recently discovered that I can hoover as well as do a good surface wipe down as I breastfeed my baby. This is super convenient,  if not a little risky (there have been no accidents yet, Eleanor is fine, don’t worry)

I know that with a new baby, I should try to relax and catch some alone time. It is important, especially to take are of myself. Mess is imminent and cleaning up CAN wait, it is my mindset that cannot. I’m on edge knowing that I should be doing something. I do feel that I’m wasting my time when I’m on a manic clean spree and I do feel guilty that this is time where I could be lying with my baby and sneaking in some cuddles as she sleeps. There is simply so much else to be doing or worrying about. Life doesn’t wait and I am missing out on those precious little moments with Eleanor, I am very aware of this.


Yes, newborns don’t do very much and there is not so much to be missing out on. Though, I don’t catch every whimper, ever grimace, smile or even snore due to the fact I am running around trying to extend my capabilities and get whatever it is I must get done. Important or not. This still brings me guilt and I wish I could just relax push the over excessive anxieties aside and just take the time to chill and watch over my baby girl.

I simply cannot help this cleaning obsession I have been struck with. I don’t know when it really began, I suppose I’ve always been a neat freak and had set ways, I like things to be tidy and in place. If something is ever out of place, I have to fix it there and then. Dining table place mats, coasters, photo frames, I could go on.. and on. I just can’t relax when there is mess around. Some will perceive mess in a much different way than I do, what I think is messy doesn’t necessarily mean that everyone will.

I need to try to find a way to relax my mind and break this horrible habit. I don’t want to miss out on time I could be spending with my baby due to some crazy obsession. I know there is a happy medium out there and I know that mess isn’t the end of the world. I just have to work on chilling out and taking that little bit of extra time for myself, and for my baby girl. I need to work on this unhealthy routine I have got myself into and improve myself for the benefit of my baby, my family and finding the right balance. As far as balance goes.

Let’s be honest, spending the weekend worrying about the household chores is no way to be spending time with the family. Especially now, with Euan back at work and family time being so strained. I’ll post an update soon with my thoughts and how I am getting on as I try to break old habits and get into a healthy mindset. Here’s hoping come a little time I will be able to kick off those shoes, get my slippers on, and sit back with my family to embrace full relaxation mode – without eyeing up potential spots to polish!



Eleanor Paisley Ross – Through the lens. Week one.

I have chosen to share some of my favourite photographs of Eleanor in her first week as a newborn. I couldn’t wish for a better baby, what a little gem. Yes, she cries. Yes, I have had sleepless nights but that’s all part of the package and the fun. I couldn’t have wished for a more content baby girl. My little acorn. 

I am completely smitten. 

The first days ♥

Snuggles with Dad ♥

Precious sleepy moments – as rare as they may be! ♥

Approving our engagement (I think) ♥



I can’t wait to document life with my baby girl, my new best friend and share my experiences, joy and photographs on a regular basis. The highs and lows. The good and the bad.

Family life is going to be an adventure,that is for certain.


HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! Five years of friendship, two years of bliss, one baby and an engagement later..

_20170907_211238.JPGAround five years ago by a chance encounter on my birthday night out, I bumped into Euan who was out on his brothers stag do. Now I don’t recall much details of this night, it was my birthday. I was young, drunk and celebrating. Euan claims he can recall the whole night, much of it spent propping me up to stop me stumbling. My bad.

From that night forward we remained in touch and built a firm friendship online yet never went on to be anything more. We would spend days and evenings chatting on Facebook or texting but didn’t get around to meeting up. A lot of it was down to my reasoning. I didn’t want to be involved with anyone in a romantic way at that stage of my life. I was having too much fun with my friends to care for another. It was silly. Had I taken up the advances sooner, we may have been celebrating a seven year anniversary! Scary.

After several attempts to try to meet up and many conversations, I finally bit the bullet two summers ago and decided to meet for coffee and cake. I was certainly very hungover and not feeling my best, I didn’t know what to expect of the date. We chatted for a few hours and instantly, I knew. From the moment we began to converse to being dropped off back home afterward. I knew that someday we would be married.

Since the first date we were almost inseparable spending as much time together as possible. Weekends were spent going to the cinema, taking our dogs out for long walks to the beach, chilling at each other’s home and generally just enjoying getting to know one another more and more. I think for the first time I was truly at ease in someone else’s presence and felt happy. He made me feel special and continues to do so on a daily basis. Even if I don’t always tell him that. Shh.

After months of dating and relaxing together, we finally got together on September 4th 2015. Euan had just moved into his home and little did I know, I would soon follow. In the March of 2016 on our way to out first holiday together to Tenerife, I was asked to move in. It wasn’t long into our relationship and I was a bit uneasy. I had never lived with a male partner before and didn’t know what was to come of this. However, being with Euan was where I wanted to be and since we spent each day together it seemed right to give it a try. I am so glad that I did and proud of all that we have achieved together since doing so.


Several holidays were enjoyed. A visit to London to meet friends and attend a star wars convention, a birthday trip to Prague and a valentine trip to LAS VEGAS. (I really am spoiled, unnecessarily too!). We have owned a dog together but that didn’t work out and sadly, we had to say goodbye to Penny as her temprament was just too wild to keep up with and when we found out we had a baby on the way, it was the sensible approach no matter how difficult.

In December 2016 I fell pregnant with our first and only child, Eleanor. It was a time of mixed emotions and feelings. It was testing and hard. I couldn’t get my head around the idea of becoming mum and dad, especially not so soon and I didnt know the pressure that this could put on our relationship. I was so wrong, if anything our relationship became stronger and better. I have never been more loved nor have I been so in love. Getting through a pregnancy and child birth with Euan by my side made me realise how lucky I am to be as fortunate to have someone like him in my life. So compassionate, so kind, loving and gentle. I was, I am in love with my best friend.


On 31.08.17 at 7.36pm we welcomed our gorgeous little baby girl, Eleanor Paisley Ross into the world. Instantly my heart was full. It was happy tears all around. I am so excited for the future together and family life. I have a feeling it will be pretty great.

The morning of our second anniversary September 4th 2017, four days after our baby was born and two days into settling at home,  I had assumed we would be celebrating quietly at home and enjoy a take away in the evening. I was in for a shocker. Standing half dressed and frizzy haired in the kitchen, desperately trying to cool myself down (breastfeeding is sweaty business), Euan approached me with a sleeping Eleanor in one hand and before I knew it, he was down on one knee and had asked if I would be his wife. EM,  WHAT?

A proposal on our anniversary. I was to be engaged. A fiancée and someday a wife. My heart can’t handle all of this love. I’m hopelessly tired and full of excitement for now and the future. After the good news and a lot of squealing, we decided to take Eleanor to the Registrars and register her birth on our anniversary.

September fourth will now forever remain the most important day of the year, our anniversary and the day we registered our baby girl. Who knows, when the time comes for wedding bells this could be our save the date!

For now, I am going to take it easy. We will take it easy and enjoy the time out we have as a family and getting to know our Eleanor. Already at one week old she is changing daily. Wedding planning is definitely on hold, there is simply too much going on and we are in no rush to walk the aisle. I can’t take any more excitement, I’m all out for now.

What a week it has been and one I will forever hold the closest. I couldn’t be any happier or more in love if I tried. I’m ready for family days building forts, long walks with our dog Fern, playing dress up with Eleanor and bedtime stories.

2017 has been the best year in my life to date and it isn’t over yet. Already I can’t wait for what 2018 has to bring.

Here’s to family life and a whole lot of love.

Keren x