Our first family vlog (with FatAttack Beach Rides)

So I have decided to start a family vlog. I like video and love watching YouTube but when it comes to me myself, I’m not good with scripted stuff. Well, I was good enough to pass the video course at University with flying colours (throw a brag in there) but when it comes to my blog I prefer to just be “what you see is what you get” (also time constraints, guys!) This prompted the idea of doing a family vlog. I have a few fun things coming up this festive season so I thought, hey why not invite you into the Meyers Meanders for the next few weeks.

So I film on my phone, cut and paste and you get to see what we get up to and hopefully get a few ideas of things to do…Like riding a special bike on the sand…

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Appreciating the mess

I miss having a clean “adult house”. These days I feel like I’m living with Aidan as his things take over our living space. But right now as I type this I have a new appreciation for the mess and here is why …

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I appreciate it because my son is here to make it, as simple as that. On Saturday which was international pregnancy and infant loss awareness day I heard of the passing of one of Aidan’s classmates and it hit me hard.

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Parenting myself … because I deserve better

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I’ve decided that it’s time I become a better parent.

Time I take things more seriously and stop winging it. I’m not talking about Aidan. I’m actually doing pretty okay there *knock on wood and don’t quote me when he messes up*.

I’m wanting to parent myself, because turns out that although I can be trusted to look after a three-year-old, the 31- year-old isn’t doing so well.

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Laughing at my three-year-old and beating him at games

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Is three too young for tough love? Honestly I’m not sure BUT I do use my own version of tough love on Aidan, and so far so good.

Aidan is a smart little bugger. He understands much more than I expected of a three-year-old. An old soul I think.But at the end of the day he is still a “baby” everything is still so new to him and I figure its up to me to teach him that actually, sorry to say, the world doesn’t revolve around him.

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