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ENDED: Mummykind's BIG Birthday GIVEAWAY!

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Just in case we haven't been raving about it often enough, today's the day that Mummykind turns 1!

It's been a pretty amazing year, and so we had to have a pretty amazing celebration to mark it! I am pleased to announce that this marks our BIG birthday giveaway going live - and you only have 2 weeks to enter, but 2 chances to win! Enter using the giveaway gadget at the bottom of this blogpost to be considered for both!

Giveaway No. 1...
Our first giveaway is local to mums in Kent, UK only! (It wouldn't be much use if you lived somewhere else after all!)
A Mummykind Mug! Introducing Mummykind merchandise! That's right, you can win your very own Mummykind mug featuring our logo and one of four phrases from our blogposts - it will be a lucky draw as to which one you get!



1. "My brain is mush from all the parenting" - from Maria's post 2. "Yes, I grew a tiny human, but I still have legitimate complaints about the process&qu…

Colic, Reflux and Wind... Oh my!

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Ah colic, every parent's worst nightmare. I still have flashbacks to this day. I was a super lucky parent with Oliver getting both reflux and colic - lush, huh? I remember at around 5pm every night we would all look at each other and give each other a mutual nod; that was the time his colic and reflux would start to pipe up, and we would almost start preparing in advance. Cooled boiled water, muslins and infacol at the ready. Right on cue at 5pm my baby boy would start getting upset, we all took turns trying to comfort him and help him.

So the NHS describes colic as:the name for excessive, frequent crying in a baby who appears to be otherwise healthy. It's a common problem that affects up to one in five babies...

As a new parent I had no idea what colic was, I was out of my depth. All I knew was that my little pumpkin wasn't happy and I didn't know why. Fortunately  at the time, we lived with Oliver's grandparents (his dad's mum and …

Review: Enchanted Garden PlayBag by the PlayBag Company!

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This is a product that I really happily stumbled across one day, and I have not been asked to write this review - it's completely independent!

The PlayBag is an INGENIOUS invention - I mean, seriously life-changing for every parent!

Picture this...

You're on a train/long car journey, and your toddler starts to become restless, wants something to play with, is no longer interested in the million snacks you've packed, and you can sense a full on toddler meltdown coming on.

The PlayBag will save you from that very crisis. We've all been there right? Kids kicking off in the supermarket and old Doris giving you a disapproving look and a verbal tut, shaking her head as she wanders off to find her Canestan away from the screeches and whining of your baby/tot/teen.



Basically, the PlayBag is a bag and a playmat rolled into one. It opens out into a brightly coloured, textured playmat which is a brilliant sensory experience for little ones. Not only th…

Mental Health Monday: Dealing with your past demons as a new mother...

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Personally, I've suffered with depression since the ripe old age of 12. Back then, it got really, really bad. I tried to end my life twice, and ended up in a mental hospital... so, of course, when I began noticing the same signs in myself of depression during my pregnancy, you can imagine the fears and anxieties that went with it.

I've previously talked about how to recognise antenatal depression, and I truly think that, had I not been depressed throughout my adolescent years, I wouldn't have recognised it in myself while I was pregnant.

There can be so many things that trigger depression or any other mental illness, but for me it was a multitude of past demons that were resurfacing. They were resurfacing because, very soon, I was going to be a mother myself, and that was the most terrifying thought of all.

Not because I didn't want to be a mum - I'd always wanted children. I grew up with 4 younger siblings (2 of whom I raised in part) a…

Moving in with the in-laws.

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This last week has been very busy. Me and my partner decided to leave our first home and move in with his parents. Now, I can already hear many of you shouting WHHHHHY at your screens, but we obviously had our reasons.

We have never been what you call 'responsible with money' and unfortunately we found ourselves in a hole that would've taken a miracle to get out of whilst renting. So, in order to get our finances sorted, we packed up and moved into the in-law's house so we can firstly, pay off what we owe and secondly, save up for a deposit for a house that we could really call a home.

It's only been five days but honestly, I feel happier already. No, our finances aren't sorted but there is now a chance for them to be in the future. The idea that in a couple of years, we could have no debt and possibly saved enough for a deposit on a house, makes me so excited for the future. I've also found that me and my partner are happier tog…

Approaching Three: Toddler to Preschooler

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My baby. My little baby. HE'S ABOUT TO TURN THREE. I'm not sure how but it's really happening and here are some of my thoughts:

The birthday is approaching fast and this year it's different, he is aware and he is quite excited. He has requested a "beautiful butterfly" cake because he is super into the 'The Very Hungry Caterpillar' or as he says; "hungwy cat-pee-yaahh" because he's 97% adorable. He has noticed a present arrive for him and he wants to open it but surprisingly he has accepted that he's got to wait for his birthday.

But turning three isn't just about the birthday. Developmentally,  a three year old is obviously going to be different from a two year old. For me, the most noticeable change, day to day, is the sass. I'm not talking about cute sass, I'm talking about well thought out arguments against me and my husband. As frustrating as that can get I am in awe of his thought processe…

Review of Petit Fernand labels for school supplies and more!

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Hi everyone! 

Today we are reviewing some absolutely gorgeous name labelsfrom Petit Fernand! We received these labels in return for a review on our blog, but all of the opinions are our own...



Here's what we were given to try out - PERSONALISED iron-on name labels with all of our little ones' names on, and more PERSONALISED stick-on name labels for stationary, lunchboxes, etc.


What did we think of them?
Sarah When our personalised labelsarrived, I was really surprised at the little booklet that they came in! Inside these little booklets, we had our strips of iron-on clothing labelswith instructions, and greaseproof paper to use to transfer them. We also had our strips of sticky labels for school and nursery supplies, and added sticky labels of adorable dinosaur and other characters on them! 

Having the extra stickers actually made it a lot easier for me to get some time to get to work labelling Olivia's clothes, as Olivia had some stickers to occupy he…

Mental Health Monday: Coping with a relapse...

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It's not always plain sailing...

Our mental health, much like our physical health, can be up and down. You can be fine one week, and  find yourself in a bottomless pit the next. Whether you've largely recovered or you're gradually on the road to recovery, it's important to remember that relapses are normal.



You won't always feel as great as you do on your best days and you won't always feel as bad as you do on the worst days. It can be a rollercoaster ride of emotions, helterskeltering to the bottom or being chucked up in the air in a fit of happiness!

What do you do when you are relapsing?

1. Remember that just like having any kind of physical relapse, this is normal! You will have bad days (probably for a long time) but they'll get fewer and fewer as time goes on and as your brain repairs itself.

2. Take some time out - self care is even more important when you're going through a relapse. One of the easiest ways to keep you…

Dear Mr...

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So this post is inspiried by Caroline Flack's article in this month's 'Cosmopolitan'... I felt I could relate so much to what she had posted, and although this post isn't exactly parenting related I think it is something we can all relate to. I think if I could write to any of my past partners then this is what I would say:
Dear Mr First Crush,
I was merely 13 and you were a few years older, we had mutual friends so found ourselves spending time together at break and lunch though, of course, you were completely out of my league. I couldn't help but notice how polite you were to everyone, how funny you were and how cute you were, gradually I noticed myself changing, trying to adapt and morph myself into the type of girl you would like and then the reality hit me that I was becoming someone I could never be, plus you got with one of my best friends and that was the end of that I guess.
Dear Mr First Love,
Well, I'm not sure where t…

A poem for my husband

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If you’ve been following our blog up until now, you may or may not know that my husband is currently deployed in Afghanistan. 

We recently received some pretty bad news about his deployment, and I’ll be honest, I’m not handling it all that well. I’ve been on anti-depressants again for a few months now and only recently upped my dosage, and I felt like I was finally content with my life. After all, I have nothing to be depressed about right? 
Wrong. 
Depression affects the way you perceive everything. And so, Jamie, my darling husband (warning: if you’re reading this you might want a sick bucket to hand), there’s only one thing that is unaffected by this horrible illness, and that’s the way I feel about you and our girls. 
This is for you, for keeping me going through the tough times.
Our Love
Our love is like a tidal wave, Powerful and strong. Our love is like a piece of string; It goes on and on and on. Our love is like an hourglass - Stuck forever in time. Our love is…