“A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015.”
Sunday rides through our local park. Today was such a gorgeous September day….long may it last!
If you’re busy the last weekend in October, cancel all plans because you don’t want to miss this! The Family Travel Show is coming to Olympia. It’s the UK’s first ever event, totally dedicated to Family Travel. Sounds amazing, doesn’t it?!
Family holidays are the chance to create memories to cherish. Whether you’re holidaying with your kids or your parents, there is always so much to see and do. In the last year we’ve visited Cebu, Dubai, Sri Lanka, Turkey and Morocco to name a few and I truly believe that every holiday has even taught S, who is still so young, so much. He comes back having seen so much more and done so much more than he usually would. People often comment that he won’t remember all these holidays. But the way I see it, it adds joy to his upbringing. He may not remember them all in years to come, but they would have played a small part in the person who grows up to be.
The Family Travel Show will give you the chance to get face-to-face with the best family holiday providers and specialist operators all under one roof, take advantage of exclusive show-only offers and competitions, gather impartial advice and inspiration, and of course quiz the experts on those all important questions.
Whether you’re looking to do some research on your next perfect family holiday or simply want to have a browse of all the amazing places you could visit, there’s all that and more at the Family Show.
I am giving 1 lucky person the chance to win a pair of tickets to the show! Just answer this simple question below:
Where is The Family Travel Show taking place??
Answers in the comments please. A winner will be picked at random on Monday 5th of October.
UK participants only.
*The tickets will be provided by The Family Travel Show
**Competition winner will receive their tickets ahead of the show
I love love! I love romance! I love London! And I love romantic movies based in London! Love Actually, The Holiday…love them both!
So when I saw the trailer for “Man Up” I thought I have to watch it. But life took hold of all my time and before I knew it, it had come and gone. Thankfully, it was showing on Cathay Pacific when I flew to Hong Kong earlier this month. I watched it and of course, I loved it!
Man Up is about 2 people, Nancy (Lake Bell) and Jack (Simon Pegg) who accidentally meet under the clock at Waterloo Station. Jack mistakes Nancy for his blind date and Nancy, who vowed to take more chances in the New Year, ran with it. What followed was the best first blind date. That is until Jack found out the truth.
What I loved about the movie was it’s honesty. It’s not all bells and whistles in your 30s and 40s. When dating we come to the table with so much baggage. Some light, some heavy, but it’s there either way. Navigating relationships in your 30s is a lot tougher than in your 20s and requires a lot more alcohol!!
Lake Bell did a brilliant job with her English accent!! Man Up is a totally realistic view of the modern dating scene (drunken meltdowns included) with a happy ending. What more can you ask for?!
These days you can’t scroll down your Facebook feed without seeing a HuffPost Article on Breastfeeding or a picture of someone breastfeeding in public. And while it’s great that there is so much encouragement to breastfeed, I think people need to stop and consider those who *can’t* breastfeed.
When I was pregnant, no one told me how difficult it would be. No one told me about the cracked and bleeding nipples, no one talked to me about latch and no one described the guilt I would feel at not being able to do it. My cousin just had a baby and I was talking to her about feeding when she described similar issues. And the guilt she feels and as we spoke, she said she was glad she wasn’t the only one. I was quite surprised because she did quite a bit of reading before giving birth and yet she felt alone. And I’d felt the same way 3 1/2 years ago.
So when I see pictures and posts that are pro-breastfeeding, I wish they’d describe how tough it can be. Because even these posts make out like its the most natural thing in the world. And the fact is, it isn’t for everyone.
These days science has advanced so much that formula is almost as good as breast milk. It carries all the same nutrition and minerals. Some people claim that breast milk builds your child’s immunity and helps create a bond between mother and child. I’d just like to state, in my humble opinion, that is utter rubbish! S has a great immune system, even though he was practically formula fed from birth and for those that know us, there’s no lack of a bond there. In fact if you lined up a bunch of school kids, I’d bet you wouldn’t be able to spot those that were formula fed and those that were breastfed.
This post is not anti breastfeeding. If it’s possible, I’m all for it. I just think there needs to be more support for those that can’t. For those that want to but aren’t able to. For those that feel such guilt because society makes them feel that if they don’t breastfeed, they’re doing a disservice to their children. The fact is, they’re not. Whether they can’t or won’t, it really is each individual’s choice.
So to those sitting on a bit of a high horse because they were able to feed until 6 months, 12 months or even 2 years, I encourage them to reach out to friends and family who are pregnant and talk them through all the challenges. And reassure them that their kids are going to be amazing, EVEN if they aren’t breastfed!
At the end of the day, all babies really need is this little thing called LOVE!
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“A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015.”
There are moments; moments where you literally feel your heart swell with pride. This was one of them. I don’t even need to say anything to S. I just look at him and he takes the words right out of my mouth. “I look so handsome mama.” #lovelikenoother
When you’re a child, planning a summer holiday was easy. Parents tended to pick the most child friend places/places they knew there child would enjoy and off they went. As a family, we’re all grown up now, but we still go on family holidays. It’s gotten a tad harder to please 4 adults (and 1 child who’s really just happy to go on an aeroplane).
This year we thought we’d go on a cruise because it has something to suit everyone. After much research, it was decided that we’d in fact rather go somewhere closer to home on this occasion. And so with only 2 weeks until the days we had booked off, we started looking into Morocco.
After much more research, whatsapp messages going back and forth and lot’s of “I’m okay with anything”, it was decided. 2 days in Casablanca, 4 days at the Mazagan Beach Resort & 3 days in Marrakech. To be perfectly honest, there’s not that much to see in Casablanca. For me, the highlight of our trip was the 4 days at Mazagan Beach Resort. Set on the Northern coast of Africa, it has everything I’d look for in a family holiday. Good weather, a kids club, huge swimming pools, a beach, a selection of restaurants and bars. They also have a huge golf course (if that’s your thing) and a casino.
For families, the great thing about MBR would be their clubs. There’s a baby club from age 6 months to 4 years. A kids clubs from 4 years to 7 years and another one for 7 year olds to 12 year olds. The baby club even factors in nap time. The kids club include activities like ping pong, swimming, tennis, arts and crafts and volleyball on the beach. Although we didn’t leave S at any of the clubs, I could see the other children having a really good time. We did avail of the baby sitting services and although the sitter just sat in a dark room while S slept, she was sweet enough to keep in touch with me on whatsapp and reassure me that he was still sleeping.
MBR doesn’t forget the adults amongst all the fun child friendly activities. As part of the resort, you get access to their many activities, many of which are free. There’s archery, paint balling, horse riding, go karting and of course golf. To add to that, they have an amazing spa as well. I totally recommend the cabana massage. A one hour massage, in a cabana, sitting atop a cliff, overlooking the ocean. Amazeballs!!
We stayed there on a bed & breakfast basis which gave us the opportunity to try the various restaurants at the resort. No Michelen stars are going to be handed out any time soon, but the food wasn’t bad. My favourite restaurants were the Pizzeria and the BBQ Beach restaurant. Sharing the same roof, on the beach, it must be something in the air. On one of the nights we dined at the restaurant that served multi cuisine, for the guests on an all-inclusive board, and the food selection was pretty good that night.
There are direct flights on Royal Air Moroc and Easy Jet to Casablanca and the resort is about an hour’s drive from there. It’s just under 3 hours from London Heathrow which makes it pretty easy to get to. I reckon 5 days is enough but we did bump into a family who were there for 11 nights!! Blimey!
Sun, sea, sand, swimming pools and a bouncy castle, that’s all kids want really. Perfect for a family sun holiday!
I stumbled upon a very thought provoking read yesterday. You can read the full article here. To be honest, I think the title is totally misleading. It should probably read “I wish I taught my Indian son the value of a woman.” Instead the title was “I taught my daughter to be an independent woman but I regret bringing her up like that.” Never the less, it was an interesting read.
While the situation that occurred can happen in any family, in any part of the world, the author wasn’t wrong when she generalised the ideology of Indian men. I am an Indian and let me just say that the opinions I am about to share are a generalisation (and in fact there are some amazing Indian men) but the basis behind my opinions do exist. I’ve seen it, I’ve experienced it, it’s still very common.
In many households, boys are not expected to do much around the house. And as the author mentioned, in the last generation, the women were expected to do everything. With this generation, thankfully many parents changed. They encouraged their daughters to dream big and go out there to achieve whatever their hearts desired. The boys however got left behind. I once spoke to a woman who I considered fairly “modern” in her thinking…her daughter was a go-getter and was encouraged to follow her dreams. But when referring to the ways of her house, she said “The men in my family don’t enter the kitchen and they’re not expected to.” I remember being stunned and wondering how she could have such different standards for her two children.
She’s not the only one. It’s very common for Indian women, even those working full time, to pull the bulk of the weight in the house. And sadly it’s what’s expected of them…by their own mothers, their mother in laws and their husbands.
We live in the 21st century people and yet the expectations we place on our girls is that of a by-gone era. And what about the boys? Shouldn’t your boys know how to clean up after themselves, do their laundry, boil an egg? Why would you encourage your girls independence and limit your boys? Don’t they deserve to be all rounders as well? Don’t they deserve to be capable? To look after themselves?
I’m not just addressing this to Indian mums but to all mums. Give your boys the independence you encourage your girls to have. They’re as capable. I’ve heard the phrase “mums and their boys”…I “know” the phrase…I have a son! There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. But the one thing I will insist on is him being independent. So he doesn’t actually “need” a woman to do things for him. He doesn’t need a woman to make him his breakfast, cook him dinner or massage his ego. He might be lucky to find a woman who wants to do all of that for him, but it’ll be her choice. And they’ll be lucky to have each other because I hope to raise a boy who will do as much for his wife as she will do for him.