Potty Training: The First Disaster

Last Monday we decided it was about time we got on board the potty training train (?!), and started the arduous process of removing nappy changes from our lives. We went for the fairly drastic tactic of simply ditching nappies altogether and popping George into undies, whilst explaining he MUST tell an adult if he needed the toilet.

How foolish we were.

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I do not want this.

I do not want to live in a country that favours isolation over unity.

I do not want to live in a country that favours right-wing nationalism over sense.

I do not want my son to grow up in an even less diverse community than we already have.

I do not want to be restricted when it comes to travel or work.

I do not want to ‘quieten down’ and ‘get over it’.

I do not want to be, yet again, led but an unelected Prime Minister.

I do not want the united community that has warded off Europe’s penchant for war to crumble.

I do not want to suffer financially because of something I did not ask for.

I do not want to be told that I am wrong to think some voters made an, at best, uninformed, and at worst, a hate-fuelled decision.

I do not want this country to leave the European Union, and I refuse to stop saying that.

On the 23rd July I spent 15 hours sat in a Polling Station handing out ballot papers and checking names off the electoral register. I then spent 5 and a half hours counting votes from 10 other Polling Stations. You might think the hardest part of that day was the sheer exhaustion from a 20 hour work day. You’d be wrong. The hardest part was the call for complete impartiality. The hardest part was watching people vote, and knowing from their shouts of ‘it’s time we took back control’ as they posted their vote into the ballot box, that they had no clue what they were plunging this country in to.

Since I woke up on Friday morning to the news that the Leave Campaign had won by a 1.8% majority and our Prime Minister had stepped down, my stomach has churned. My emotions have gone from shock to confusion and have now reached anger.

I am angry that a decision has been made that I don’t agree with, but I have to admit that that is a side-effect of democracy, not all votes go your way. However, I am most angry that those who instigated this call for change have all of a sudden become very quiet and no-one has yet offered a solution to the imminent decline of the pound and Jean-Claude Juncker’s shouts for the UK’s immediate removal from the EU. They clearly had not thought past the vote and did not expect to win, and what sort of attitude is that to have whilst asking the nation to decide on an irreversible and life-changing choice?

I am angry at those voters who walked into their Polling Stations on Thursday without a shred of credible knowledge regarding their vote. Education levels aside, you would not make a decision in your everyday life without knowing the facts, yet many seemed to have plunged head-long into support for a campaign whose questionable claims could easily be proven as conjecture or simply false.

I do not want this decision to stand, and that frustration is not going to subside easily. I do not want to be angry at my fellow Brits, simply because their own views do not align with my own, but I can not get on board with the world you wished to create when you made your choice.

I do not want this.

 

 

 

 

(This post is not intended to strike up a debate of any kind, I simply wanted to use this space to articulate my frustration and fears. The time for reasoning and convincing has long since passed. Any comments in this vein will be deleted.)

 

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The Newborn Feeding Series #7 ft. Accidental Hipster Mum

After a brief hiatus last week, the Newborn Feeding Series is back! And I am so excited to be featuring Accidental Hipster Mum and her feeding stories for both of her children. Jenny’s blog was one of the first I ever read, and I continue to enjoy reading it regularly, I’m thrilled that she’s had the time to write something for me amidst the busyness of her Mum-student-hipster life.

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Reading with Rosie: The First Bad Man by Miranda July

Is the title cringey? I couldn’t decide?! I felt like just entitling this post as a ‘book review’ would be boring, but I’m questioning my decision now. Let me know because I read a lot of books so I might make this sort of a post a regular addition but I don’t want to embarrass myself with a cringey title every time.

Self-doubt aside, let’s get on with it.

As a child I read A LOT. I was one of those know-it-all type pre-teens who mugly sprinted through every new Harry Potter book within 24 hours. What a pain in the arse, eh? However, a four year degree in History and English which required the reading of close to INFINITY books that I had little to no choice in, put me off reading if I’m honest. Or at least off books that required any type of mental participation.

However, I’ve decided in the past year that I need to pick up some of the interests that I really enjoyed pre-baby. It’s time for this Mama to use her brain again!

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Our May Favourites.

To start things off I’ve decided to cut down on the content of these favourites posts. I’ve a tendency to blabber about things I enjoy and they were getting a bit long, I’m sure you noticed. So I’m limiting each of us to only one fave! Here’s a few things our little family were loving in May.

My favourite this month has been Bruce & Luke’s coffee. You’re not a true parent blogger until you’ve professed your love for caffeine so here goes. This stuff is bloody delicious! The difference between this and instant coffee is so real it’s ridiculous. Bruce and Luke own a cafe in my hometown, Carlisle, called Foxes and we really enjoy going on a weekend for breakfast or a little coffee and cake treat. George is a big fan of the toddler-head-size muffins, and we’re happy to sit there and knock back a few tasty coffees while he covers himself in crumbs/chocolate/milkshake. They roast their own beans which makes it stand out from other cafes for me, and their coffee is available to buy in the cafe as well as online here. I’d recommend the Espresso Blend!

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Outfit Ideas: A Spring Wedding

I’d like to put this out there straight away – I am by no means a Fashion Blogger. In actual fact I go through my wardrobe relatively often just sighing and wondering why I’ve wasted my money on such tat, so maybe don’t get used to this type of post. But, as you’ll know if you follow me on Instagram (@everythingsrosieandgeorge), I went to my lovely friend Hayley’s wedding last weekend and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to show off some of the gorgeous Spring Wedding Outfits that were on show. I’ve tried to add links where I can so if you feel particularly inspired you’ll be able to get shopping straight away.

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