The Eccentric American Mama in Cumbria

I feel like I can't post these quickly enough these days, I've already missed month 5 and am now halfway into month six and probably would have forgotten about it all together if it didn't get brought up while walking with a friend the other day! In truth, I started writing this a week ago so some of the text is now outdated, like the paragraph where I talk about how we have a dream sleeper. Cyril must read my blogs as I'm writing them because after I wrote that paragraph, he had 3 sleepless nights in a row. In anticipation I went to bed at 8pm last night but he's still snoozing, thank goodness because I was so exhausted yesterday that I lacked all enthusiasm during baby sensory and felt terrible for the teacher who was trying so hard to get everyone psyched for the class, maybe if she'd brought an espresso  margarita I'd have been more up for it. If you're a parent this poem is a must read, I'm warning you though, it will make you cry. Afte

I was sitting on the picnic blanket at the farm with Cyril and my mother enjoying a BBC favourite of mine, the River Ale IPA. My mother had an ice cold glass of wine, she likes her wine extremely chilled. I looked over at Cyril as he started to fuss and noticed a sliver of sunshine in his eyes. I scooped him up saying "Is that sunny sunshine in your  eyes?" and placed him next to me on the blanket and he stopped crying. That's when my mother said the words that every new mom wants to hear at least once, "You know, you really are a wonderful mother, you're so attentive to his needs." I chuckled a little to myself but only because as she said this I was probably on my second or third glass of beer so it seemed an odd time to be told I was a wonderful mother but I was proud of her comment nonetheless. Motherhood has been an interesting journey for me to say the least, full of the highest highs and the lowest lows, but every mom, especially first time moms, ne