It sometimes feels a little strange having been pregnant and given birth to my boys in a different country to the one we live in now. I'm no longer surrounded by the people, objects, buildings, language, and climate even, that remind me of the hormonal whirlwinds that were the nine months of growing my two little cherubs and then the sleepless chaos of their first years. And without those reference points, I sometimes feel like I'm in danger of losing my memories of those extra special times.
I follow around three hundred blogs. I don't read every post. I simply dip in and out whenever a title catches my eye. I check my reader most evenings as it's a nice way to pass half an hour or so. The time between my boys falling asleep and me deciding to finish the chores that I wasn't able to get done during the day. I can guarantee that on any given day, I'll stumble across some kind of 'guide to blogging' or 'how to write the perfect post', and I soak up that information like a sponge. There are some really clever people out there with a wealth of incredible advice.