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Glasgow Transport Museum and the Tall Ship

Thursday, 12 April 2018

Well hello! It's been quite a while since I've written on here, but there's been a few occasions recently where I've thought something would make a good blog post as well as a video, so I'm going to start sharing some of our days out on my blog (alongside the vlog) for those of you that like to see the pictures and read a little bit about our adventures too. 

So in the last few months, Andy and I made a deal that we would start to explore more at the weekends. Rather than do the usual 'nandos, shopping, home for pizza and a movie' set-up, we've been planning a proper day out and visiting some tourist-y places with Oliver. It's funny how you can live in a city for almost 30 years, and never visit any of the major tourist attractions. My family came to visit from America a while ago and in the few weeks they were here,  they probably saw more of Scotland than I had! 


Anyway, I think I'll do a few catch up posts for the last few weekends but our most recent day out was the Glasgow Transport Museum or the Riverside museum as it's now called. A museum isn't somewhere you'd normally take a toddler but I'd heard it was a good free day out for a family, and knew that Oliver would love to run around and see all the cars (given his car obsession right now). 

It's free entry, and we had a really fun chilled out morning looking at all the old cars & trains, sitting on the old buses and trams and chasing Oliver around. It has an old street set up, with old shops that you can visit. It's actually really interesting to see how Glasgow used to look and there's loads of different interactive spots dotted around to tell you more about it. There were loads of children there and it's definitely not the usual dare-I-say-it boring museum set-up. 


Afterwards we headed out to The Tall Ship which is just outside. The museum is right by the water, and the huge ship is open for visitors all day too. We were able to push the pram onto the ship, and let Oliver run around on board. It's huge, and there's loads of space and lots of little rooms and areas to explore. It's a whole other museum in itself, and I really can't believe that you can visit these two places for free. It's somewhere we'd definitely visit again when Oliver is a bit older too. 

I'd definitely recommend checking out the transport museum and the tall ship as a free day out for the kids, especially in the easter holidays, if you're looking for something to do!

So here's the vlog from our day out ...

Have any of you been to Riverside Museum? 
What's your favourite place to go for a free day out in Glasgow?

When's the right time for baby number two?

Sunday, 14 January 2018
It usually starts around 3 to 4 minutes after the birth of your first child. You’ve barely had time to realise what’s going on before someone asks ‘so when are you having another?’. Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration but we all know that it doesn’t take long for that line of questioning to start. A lot of mums say they feel the pressure from society to have another baby soon after having their first, but personally, the only person I’ve felt the pressure from is myself.

Before I had Oliver, I was firmly in the camp of ‘I want to have my kids close together’. I’ve always wanted at least two children, and I love the idea of having them close in age so they can play together and be ‘best friends’ – I’m fully aware of how naïve and unrealistic that image is, but just hear me out. I always planned to have my kids in close succession and that by the time my maternity leave came to end, I might even be pregnant again or at least for another. 


At 6 months post-partum, however, I wasn’t even thinking about baby number two. I’d only just started getting a full night’s sleep, I hadn’t yet mastered how to get out of the house at a decent time in the morning and I hadn’t had a night away from Oliver. On top of that, I didn’t even feel like my body had recovered from pregnancy never mind ready to start a new one. It took me way longer than expected to get a hang of being a new mum. 

It was only around Oliver’s first birthday that I realised I was more or less back to normal, or as back to normal as I’d ever be. I felt confident as a mum and I was getting a full night’s sleep again (and totally appreciating every single second of it). Finally having everything together meant that I was so much calmer, and rather than stressing out and running around like a headless chicken, I was able to just enjoy my little boy. It’s quite understandable, I suppose, that once I finally achieved that level of stability, the thought of throwing it all up in the air and starting again wasn’t my first thought.

Things with Oliver are *touch wood* perfect just now. He’s at such a fun age, he’s sleeping through and when he’s awake he’s such a joy to be around. And since I’m sleeping through too, I’m able to enjoy it. I love being a mum, and I suppose I’m just a little scared to rock the boat. 

On the other hand, every time I see a new born baby, I feel like my body screams at me to have another. When I think about Oliver being a big brother, my heart melts and it really is so important to me that he has a close sibling. I feel a bit selfish for being scared of pregnancy and the new born days, because it’s something I’d be so lucky to have. But it's such a huge decision. 

It's almost like I’m so aware of how naïve I was the first time around that now I’m overly cautious of having another, especially given that it might be twice as hard.


I’m in two minds just now. One side is telling me that I should enjoy this time with Oliver. It’s the only time that it’ll ever me just me and him, and he’s at such at fun age. The other side is yelling ‘tick tock! Tick tock!’ and telling me to get a move on. I know that having two children is going to be a shock to the system at whatever stage I chose to do it. In fact, a few mums have told me that waiting longer in between actually made things harder (but of course, there will be opinions on both sides of that one). 

It goes without saying that these things can’t be timed perfectly. We could decide to start trying today, and it might not actually happen for a year or longer. That in itself is another reason that I’m feeling the pressure – if I put it off for longer, and it doesn’t happen for a while then the age gap just gets bigger and bigger. Do you hear the ‘tick tock’ getting louder too?!

So there’s no conclusion to this post today. I’m still undecided on what my next move should be. I’m in baby number two limbo and almost waiting for a sign to tell me which way to go. I’ll need to make up my mind soon (and Andy, of course, he does get a say in this too!), but until then I’m going to enjoy minute of my time with Oliver (and every single minute of sleep I get!). 

Did any of you have a similar dilemma? 
How did you know when it’s the right time to have baby number two?

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2018: The Year of Just Living

Sunday, 7 January 2018

Well, I suppose I need to start with ‘happy new year!’ since this is my first blog post of 2018 (and first in a while, for that matter). Although I haven’t been around on my blog, those of you that follow me elsewhere will know that I’m still posting regularly on my youtube channel and, of course, my Instagram these days. I haven’t stopped blogging, but instead I’ve just been really enjoying chatting away on youtube and sharing bits of our life that are harder to capture in a blog post. 

This week I shared this video on why I’m not doing resolutions this year. I had some lovely comments on the video and I wanted to put some of these thoughts into blog format too. It's good to chat away to the camera but sometimes it's just easier to fully get across your thoughts in a blog post...

MAISY MEOW PARENTING AND LIFESTYLE BLOG UKBased on the last few years, I feel like calling something a ‘resolution’ is almost like the kiss of death that makes it bound to fail by the end of January. I can’t think of any of my past resolutions that have stuck around longer than a month or so. I actually think things have more of a chance of ‘sticking’ if you start them on a random day of the week, at least then you know you’re doing it for a good reason and not just because you need to have some kind of resolution every year. 

I feel like various things in the last year have shown me a whole new perspective on things and, now, writing a list of all the things I want in 2018 just feels a bit wrong.

When I look back over the last few years, I’ve always been looking forward to the next thing. Whether that’s finally finishing our house renovation, going on holiday, Oliver sleeping through the night .. there’s always something that we’re working towards. It’s even more apparent with a baby – when I look back at every stage, I was always waiting for the next stage rather than just enjoying him as he was and now that he’s achieved all his baby milestones, I kind of want to go back and relive each one and appreciate it more. 

‘Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans’

A list of resolutions almost feels like a list of things I need to achieve before I can be happy and just live my life. When does it ever stop? At the end of every list of goals, comes a new list of goals. We are always making plans for the next thing, instead of just living.

This year I want to just stop, and enjoy life as it is just now. After all, what I have just now is something that, years ago, I was looking forward to. This was on my list of goals - a house, a baby, a family.


I never want to take things for granted and I want to remember that for every little thing I have in my life, there's someone out there who is wishing that they had it. When I get up super early in the morning with Oliver, when I'm stressing over the mess of the house  - there's someone who is wishing they had the privilege of waking up to a beautiful little baby in the morning, or was lucky enough to have a house for their family. I don't ever want to forget that way of thinking. They say 'you don't know what you've got till it's gone' and it's true, but I want to try my absolute best to appreciate every little thing I have while I'm lucky enough to have it. 

So this year all I want to do is to live in the moment. It’s great having things to look forward to, but not when it’s at the expense of enjoying your life as it is. I want to just stop, and appreciate what I have just now because I am so, so lucky to have this. I'll appreciate the early mornings with Oliver - it's just more time with my favourite person. I'll put my phone away more and just be in the room with the people who are there. This is a time in my life that I’ll always look back on in years to come and I want to make sure I soak up every single moment of it.  

Are any of you making a change like this in 2018?

Check out this weeks videos..

Stir Up Sunday | We Made a Christmas Pudding!

Saturday, 25 November 2017
Maisy Meow Blog Family Lifestyle Parenting Blog Christmas pudding recipe

I'm a big fan of the festive period and I'm also a big fan of keeping up traditions, so when Nature's Finest got in touch and asked if I wanted to start a new family tradition and bake a Christmas pudding on #StirupSunday, I was in. (It just so happens, I'm a big fan of puddings too. Win, win.)

Stir Up Sunday is an old tradition where, on the last Sunday before December, families would all get together and make the Christmas pudding. Christmas puddings are said to get better with time, so traditionally they would be made a few weeks before Christmas and then re-heated on the big day. Stir-up Sunday has a bit of magic in it too - each family member is supposed to take a turn of stirring the mixture while making a wish. As a Christmas tradition, I love that there's a bit of magic included on this day too. 

Now I have to start by saying that although I'm a big fan of puddings, I've never made one. I don't bake often and when I do, it's usually when I'm with my mum or sister and I'm more likely to be 'sampling' the food or scraping the condensed milk from the tin rather than doing the skilled work. I considered asking for help on this one, but I really did want this to be our own little family tradition so I had to get my chef's hat on and get started. 

Preparation time was minimal, easy and once I'd got everything weighed and my baking paper organised, it took no longer than 15 minutes to get the pudding ready to go (not including the five minutes we stopped to get cute photos of Oliver stirring the bowl - I'm almost certain he wished for a tv remote). 

Maisy Meow Blog Family Lifestyle Parenting Blog Christmas pudding recipe

Here's the recipe we followed:(source: Natures Finest Christmas Pudding recipe*) 

· 2 x 400g Nature’s Finest Pitted Prunes in juice, drained
· Butter for greasing
· 150mls dark rum (I didn't include this as I don't like alcohol in puddings!)
· Finely grated zest of 1 large orange
· 75g vegetarian suet
· 75g dark brown sugar
· 75g plain flour
· 2 tsp mixed spice
· 2 tsp ground cinnamon
· 50g white breadcrumbs
· 50g Brazil nuts, roughly chopped
· 1 large egg 

· 200g mixed dried fruit

1. Lightly grease a 1.2 litre pudding basin and line the base with disc of baking paper.
2. Cut a 38cm square of baking paper and place it on top of square of foil of the same size. Use butter to grease a circle about 18cm wide in the centre of the baking paper then fold a 5cm pleat down the centre.
3. Place 1 pot of prunes in a blender and puree until smooth. Roughly chop the second pot of prunes. Transfer prunes to a mixing bowl, add all the remaining ingredient and mix well
4. Spoon the mixture into the prepared bowl. Place the square of foil and baking paper, greased side down on top of the pudding, with the pleat down the middle. Tie a long piece of string around the rim of the bowl, then loop string over and under the bowl to take a handle.
5. Sit the pudding on a heatproof saucer in a large deep pan, then pour in enough hot water to come half way up the bowl. Cover and simmer for 4 hours topping up water as necessary. Remove and cool store in cool place until required.
6. To reheat steam in a pan for 1 hour or remove foil and baking paper, cover with cling film and microwave for 5-10 minutes or until hot through.

This isn't a quick recipe by any means but once you've got the pan simmering away, you don't really need to do much other than top the water up every hour or so. We put the pudding on just after breakfast and it was ready just after 2pm which was pretty good timing - just as we were looking for a little tea break! 

Maisy Meow Blog Family Lifestyle Parenting Blog Christmas pudding recipe
Maisy Meow Blog Family Lifestyle Parenting Blog Christmas pudding recipe

I was over the moon when I saw how well our Christmas pudding turned out. It looked great, it tasted great and to make things even better, the whole house smelled like spices and fruit - I just wish we'd had our Christmas tree up too. (Note to self - this would have been the perfect day to put our tree up! I'll remember that for next year.) 

We had our stir-up Sunday slightly early this year in order to give you all a head up beforehand, but we had such a lovely time doing it that I'm sure it's a family tradition to stay. I can imagine, in years to come, it will be a really fun morning or afternoon activity for the family when Oliver (and maybe his brothers or sisters!) all get involved. For now, he was happy to chew the wooden spoon!

Do any of you take part in Stir Up Sunday? What's your favourite Christmas traditions? 

*This post is sponsored by Nature's Finest

Returning to Work After Maternity Leave: Is it Really That Bad?

Sunday, 15 October 2017
So it happened. After 11 months of maternity leave, I went back to work. I spent so long dreading it. I finished work in October last year and it only took a few months before I started counting down to the day that I'd have to leave my baby. It felt so unfair. I felt like Oliver needed me, and it just didn't feel natural to leave him for so long every day. It didn't feel right that I might miss his first steps, or that he might start to rely on someone else as much as he relied on me. The thought of going back to work made me feel sick and it hung over me like a dark cloud throughout my maternity leave.

With that being said, I can't really say that I loved maternity leave. I loved being with Oliver every day but maternity leave means maternity pay, which essentially means you've got all this free time and no money to do anything. I didn't spend my days going out for lunch or shopping for cute baby clothes like I thought I would have and there's only so many walks you can go on before it starts to become a bit like groundhog day. By the second half of my maternity leave, I was getting cabin fever. I was getting out and about with Oliver, but we'd ran out of 'new' places to go and it just felt like we had so much time to kill and not enough money, or company, to go and make the most of it.


In the final weeks before I went back, I had equal feelings of dread and excitement. I was excited to be doing something different because, as bad as it sounds, I was bored of maternity leave. I wanted to enjoy being off with Oliver and to get rid of the feeling that we're 'killing time' because we've just got so much of it. I wanted to chat to different people every day and I wanted to have money again, so we could do fun things together. But I also knew it was the end of an era, and I knew I'd miss this time when I went back. I also knew that any time I'd left Oliver for an afternoon at my mums, I'd rush home to see him because I missed him so much, so how was I going to cope with a full 8 hours a day? 

So in August, the day finally came. I started back at work and do you know what? It was fine. 

I got to catch up with old colleagues, drink hot tea and chill out on my lunch break (or look at photos of Oliver, let's be honest). Oliver gets watched by his gran and papa when I'm at work, so I know he's in safe hands and I loved getting photos of him throughout the day. I was so excited to see him at 5pm, and he was so pleased to see me too. Every minute until bed time was cherished.


Working again and having limited time in the mornings and evenings has forced me to be super organised and to make the most of every minute we have. I know that I've got half an hour to play with Oliver in the morning before we have to get ready and leave, so I give him my full attention for that time and give him an extra big cuddle before I leave in the morning. After work, I'm so excited to give him his bath and play before bed time rather than being exhausted. And I've finally shook off that feeling of constant cabin fever. 

I'm working part-time now and even though I look forward to my days off so much, I actually don't miss maternity leave. I value my time off more than ever now. I make the most of it, we do fun things together (because we can afford to) and it's given me back that independence that I'd lost. We still go on long walks, but now I appreciate them because it's something I've been looking forward to when I've been working on the other days.


Returning to work is just another stage in the process of having a baby. First there's the pregnancy, the newborn days, the maternity leave and then the return to work. It's returning to real life, really, and it's kind of exciting to go through a new stage and see how your baby slots in to that world. 

It turns out that returning to work, and returning to 'life' was just what I needed.

How did you feel returning to work after maternity leave?

p.s I've filmed our morning routine before work on my youtube channel, watch it here

Recycle Week 2017 | So how did I do?

Tuesday, 3 October 2017
Last Monday, I posted about Recycle Week UK with Zero Waste Scotland and my plans to take on the challenge of doubling what I recycle in a week. In my area, we have all the facilities for recycling. We have separate bins for paper, glass, food and plastic that are collected weekly, but I still found myself using the black bin way more than necessary.

Agreeing to do this challenge made me think about what was stopping me from making recycling a normal part of my everyday life. We have a small kitchen (and a small house in general), with a tiny bin that fills quickly and we simply don’t have the space to have more than one bin for different types of rubbish. With a little one running around, I can’t nip outside to the main bins every time I have a piece of rubbish either. 

So how did I get around those obstacles?

Zero Waste Scotland Recycle Week Waste Warriors

We started by thinking about what we put in our bins the most. It was food waste, empty cartons of juice and milk and boxes. We couldn’t stop the food wastage (most of it is down to a baby who likes to throw food on the floor) and we couldn’t stop amazon from sending huge boxes for tiny items, but we did realise we could get rid of those bulky milk cartons. We’d been offered a milk delivery service the week before and realised that this was the perfect way to get rid of those big plastic bottles. We started having our milk delivered in glass bottles three times a week, and once they’re finished we can leave them on the door step for the milkman to collect the next morning.

When it came to food waste, we knew we had to make it as easy as possible to keep it separate from the rest. Previously, our main bin was a tiny black bin on the inside of a cupboard door and in all honesty, it wasn’t really fit for purpose. It filled so quickly that we’d often have to have a separate bag hanging on the door for the big items, so we changed how we used it and it became the food waste bin.

Since we don’t have space to have several bins indoors for plastic, glass and paper, I moved our big recycling wheelie bins to just outside our back door. This meant I could put the big items like paper and bottles straight out and into the right bin once we’d used them. Most of our rubbish comes from the kitchen, so it’s easy enough to open the door and put bottles or boxes straight into the big bin. For other rubbish around the home, we have smaller bins in each room which I sort into the wheelie bins every couple of days when they need emptied.  

Recycling was always something that I thought would be a huge inconvenience but, actually, it only took half an hour or so to implement. Once I’d taken that time to think and organise how recycling would work for our household, it was easy to maintain every day. Our main bin won’t be overflowing by the end of week one anymore, and we won’t have to do the undignified task of cramming the last few bags in before the fortnightly black bin collection. More importantly, we’re setting a good example and teaching good habits for Oliver. 

Do you think you could change how you recycle too?

*collaborative post

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