How Old Are YOU?


The lovely Multiple Mummy recently wrote a post that made me question how old I am in blog years - they are a little like dog years, except you get more youthful the longer you blog LOL...

Anyway I started Liska Life when I was trying to get a life, with:

This post on 13/09/08

Then after 5 months of trying to conceive I started New Mum Online, with:

This post on 30/08/09

So I guess that makes me a mere toddler at 3 years old....... feels a heck of a lot longer I tell you....

Funny you'll notice my writing style change once I discovered the "community" end of 2010.  Up until then I blogged kind of in obscurity which gives you the freedom to write differently as you are not considering the audience, and unlike now, haven't met any of them :-)

Certainly my posts at Liska Life were often quite long, which I never have the balls to do now as I worry people will get bored.  Didn't care on my PND post though, as all my feelings rushed onto the page and my "edit button" was firmly switched OFF.


How old are you?

I tag:

If I haven't tagged you, feel free to join in, or join in in the comments.

Bye for now,
Liska xxx

November 2011 Texture Set

November 2011 Texture Set contains 14 textures of various large
sizes and assorted colors.

Still under the weather, but slowly getting some life back in me.
I hate being sick and I'm guessing I'm hoorrible to be around while
I'm sick, so, Kimberly my dear, thanks for all your love and support
given while babysitting my butt, love you.  As always, hopefully these
can be of some small help .....Peace.

Download The Zipped Set Here:


MUMenTUM - Monday Mum Tum


Just opening the #Mumentum Linky for those still with me - due to my lack of being a mentor and my poor leadership, this Linky has declined a little but I am opening it up for the few faithful. You are doing so so very well.

I still feel a little slimmer but haven't weighed myself. Haven't started dieting as of yet though, but the belt on the old jeans is definitely loose :-)

For any new followers, what you do is write a relevant post, and then link it in the Linky below. Then grab the code to add to the bottom of your post as that is what makes it a blog hop.

This Linky is all about Mums losing their mum tums...

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Saturday is Caption Day


Saturdays will never be the same again now that they are caption day, over at Mammasaurus, who hosts it.

Here's the badge:

Saturday Is Caption Day

And here is my entry.

You know what you need to do. Leave a caption for this photo in the comments.

I just love this linky...

Liska x







Opening The Door to The Secret that is PND


I've nearly run away so many times, but I can't run away from myself...

We run from it - sometimes it catches up... on good days we run faster
We hide from it - sometimes it finds us ... on good days we allude it
We deny it - sometimes it makes itself known to others despite our best efforts to be "normal"
We refuse to accept it - sometimes it's our dearest friend as we nurture it like a broken teddy, as we look after ourselves, and our baby

It's worse when we're hungry - so we eat
It's worse when we're tired - so we sleep and sleep and sleep
It's worse when we are lonely so we sleepwalk through the crowds having coffee in cafes, trying to silence the pain whilst being the best friend of a total stranger
It's worse when we are solitary so we go to mass every Sunday
It's worse when we are silent so we sing at mass, sing like nobody is watching, sing like we are auditioning for X factor, sing like God himself is listening, only to us
It's worse when we can't remember who we are, so we do everything to be ourselves on the outside, while crying on the inside

The husband makes it worse not better so we push him away
His distance makes it worse
So we shout
He shouts back
So we cry
He shouts back

So when he touches, we flinch
When he doesn't, we decline
When he is lovely we're suspicious
When he's away, we're alone
When he's here we're alone

There's too much to do, so we do less, not more.
The list of things undone becomes insurmountable
The head rush of tasks too much becomes too much

The sight of jobs not done makes it worse
That makes us do less not more

We're a failure, so we retreat
We sleep, we eat
Life goes passed, really fast

The opportunities for compliments are scarce
The opportunities for criticism abound and are plentiful
Negativity jumps out as if it is larger than life
Negativity now looms larger than life and is noticeable in all its many forms

NOBODY does it right unless we do it ourselves
Nobody hears the hidden words
Nobody hears the hidden truths
Nobody walks in our shoes
Nobody feels what we feel
Nobody looks in our eyes
Nobody notices we don't look in theres

Nobody is me

The people we love, become people we hate
The pain increases; now it is a load that can be justified to be carried
Now it really hurts, now it is a job in itself to carry the load, to nurture the load
Now it is a job
Now it defines us
Now we have meaning
Now we can feel

Now, only now, we could go, silently tip toe away, and nobody would notice
Nobody would care
Everyone's been pushed to the outskirts where it would take them a while to notice that we've gone...


The baby
The baby

That one who is so near, you can't see them, because they are part of you.
When you look OUT at the world, they are so close, it's like they are part of you, NOT outside of you.
You can't see them objectively, as something separate, because they are so so so close

Photos help; they show that person, that one that is separate, that one that is adorable, that one that needs you, isn't you

That person, who is the flesh of your flesh.  The one who smiles when you smile, who hurts when you hurt, who blossoms when he hears your voice. That person, who you wouldn't be without. The one who is the source of your pain but also the source of all your joy.  Joy that is too large to even fit in your body, or even your soul.

It is a brilliant thing that the Boo and Me is doing on her blog (see below).  I found out about it at Michelle Twin Mum's blog, and at the blog of Mammasaurus

Please go here:
Please donate to the charity or buy a raffle ticket - detailed on her blog post.
Please read the posts that she links to at the bottom of her post.
Most importantly, unveil the secret that is PND

A Helping Hand













The Gallery - I am Proud of ME


The prompt for this week's Gallery is "Something I am Proud Of".

To enter The Gallery and/or look at the other entries, click this badge:

Instead of being witty or clever I am going to post THE FIRST thing that IMMEDIATELY sprung to mind.

I was SCARED of labour - I mean REALLY scared.... It has a name and it is tokophobia. I had it so bad I would not let myself get pregnant.

In my old jobs when I was in my 20s, when talking to a pregnant lady, even if she was only 4 months pregnant I would ask her, aren't you worried about labour and I'd be astounded if she wasn't - I couldn't envisage that you may get scared in week 30 something - to me, you should feel scared from the moment of conception or in my case WELL before.....

And I often spoke to pregnant ladies - after all I was in the HR Department and wrote The Working Family Guide - how ironic.

Myself and hubby have been together since 1988..... yes 23 long years and if it wasn't for this fear we could have had babies years ago.

BUT I had a astrological reading a few short years ago and the Brahmin who did it knew that I did not have kids and he said if you do not fall pregnant before November this year, you will have to wait a year.

EVEN though he said that, I did not start trying when I got back from the yoga festival. We started the following year April 2009 and I KNEW that it would take 5 or 6 months due to his comment and it did.

He'd never met me, I'd been married for years and yet he knew I did not yet have children, so as irrational and unhelpful as my fear was, it was written in the stars so I will not berate myself for it.

What I will say though is that I am proud, I am REALLY proud that I got over this fear and got pregnant and didn't even feel scared as the labour loomed nearer, and I ended up having what I feared the most a C section (I am even more terrified of needles and that meant having a spinal block injection in the spine).

So this photo reminds me that the SOMETHING I have to be proud of is ME getting through labour, and look how very happy I am about it:

My beautiful Aaron is the result xxx

Bye for now,
Liska xxx

It's My Party and I'll Suck if I want To


A couple of weeks ago Aaron had his baptism followed by a party.

Late in the party (about 4:30 p.m.) he was thirsty so I gave him a bottle - the 9 oz closer to nature Tommee Tippee bottle - Aaron is 17 months.

A close family friend said he should be off bottles by now.  His Grandson is not a year yet, but hasn't been breastfed and uses a dummy (pacifier).  I have breastfed Aaron to 13 months and he has never ever used a dummy.

If Aaron finds the suckling reflex comforting, then that is fine by me, and yes he still has a bottle at bedtime...

I spoke to my Polish friend who was at the party and she said what is his problem (and people in the UK's) as in Poland "we let them have bottles till they are 2 or 3 years old".

I must say, Aaron may be a tall boy, and in age 2-3 years clothes but he IS A BABY.

Why do we try to make them grow up so quick...?

And just so you can categorise and pigeon hole me further, I have never done controlled crying, I am not a Gina Ford reading mum and yes I believe in the merits of baby wearing and still actively use a sling (Moby Wrap).

The Baby Center says:
Aim to get the bedtime bottle of milk completely out of your child's life by the time he's 12 to 18 months old. It can be a tough habit to break, but rest easy knowing your baby doesn't need the calories in the milk. By 12 months your child should be getting all his nutritional needs met with his daytime meals. Try giving your baby other comfort objects at night, such as a favorite blanket or stuffed toy.
Click on the link above as the comments on the Baby Center post say it all, so I don't have to! Smug!

So I guess with Aaron being 17 months I am up against a deadline, IF I choose to listen to them, which I may do, but Aaron may not.

Like I say It's My Party and I'll Suck if I Want To.
Aaron is well adjusted, sociable, and a very good little boy - he is also really healthy.

Folks, THAT is what counts.

Oh and if you REALLY want to throw the Gina Ford book at me, he still sleeps in our room.

Over and out, and bye for now,
Liska xxx

MUMenTUM - Monday Mum Tum

Hi All

I am doing what I have been doing for a few weeks now - just posting up the linky, so that those who are losing weight can do their weekly check in.

I still haven't got in the game myself.

Thanks to a bout of the big D for 4 days at the beginning of November I did shed a bit of weight around the tummy and I can feel that I have kept it off, but I have not weighed myself.

I am still yet to start the Lemonade Diet (aka The Master Cleanse)... and had intended doing so, so that I would look nice at the Tots 100 xmas party - kinda running out of time now though.

Most of the weight loss mummy bloggers I look up to, are waxing lyrical about Thinking Slimmer at the moment so I really ought to get me a slimpod.

Anyway, if you are in the Mum Tum game, or wanna be, sign up to the Linky below.

Then grab the code for the bottom of your related post, so that people can hop from blog to blog - this is a blog hop after all.

Liska xxx

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Sunday SQUEEZE - I is Gonna Squeeze You Up Real Good


I was watching a fun chat happening on Twitter yesterday and I joined in.

They were trying to name their boobies.

Anyway, was easy for me as hubby gave mine names a loooooooong time ago, like back in the 1980s.....

So, out of this Twitter Chatter came this Linky:

Sunday Squueze

Without further ado I now announce that mine are called PINKY and PERKY.

Quite apt names methinks, but I cannot take the credit as it was hubby who named them.

So what do you call YOUR boobies?

Head over to Mammasaurus via the cat button above and link up,

Liska xxx

I am a Celebrity Meme for Mums


Kate on Thin Ice started this.

I then blagged a tag from Hello it's Gemma

So this meme is called: I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here Blogger Fun

The rules are as follows

1) Answer the 10 questions and consider the mission.
2) Tag a blogger or two or more to do the same
3) Come back to me and tell me you have done the questions and answers.

Kate on Thin Ice "tried to make the questions Ok for those who watch the television programme and those that don’t".

So here goes:

1. What one thing about being a parent makes you scream “Get me out of here!”
DEFINITELY when my husband is acting like a little boy. I then feel like I have two sons and no support and yes I feel like screaming AND leaving the country!

2. What skills, if any, do you have that would be useful in the jungle?
I am a born organiser even though I am untidy. I also have quite good leadership skills even though I am scatty. I frequently make people laugh which would be helpful when they are hungry or not had enough sleep :-)

3. How are you likely to annoy people in your were stuck with them for 3 weeks?
That's very easy - I would talk too much.

4. What is the worst thing you have ever eaten?
A hot dog when drunk in the late 1990s that gave me a 3 day hangover and a Delhi Belly!

5. What luxury item would you take into the jungle with you?
My Samsung smartphone!

6. What is the most daring thing you have ever done?
Jumped over a till bank to deal with scammers.

7. Who would you miss most if you went into the jungle with a bunch of strangers?
Aaron of course

8. What celebrity alive or dead would you like to have with you in the jungle?
Gok Wan :-)

9. What would scare you about being in the jungle?
All the creepy crawlies.

10. After leaving the jungle, you go to a luxury hotel. What would be the first thing you did on reaching your hotel?
Long luxurious hot bath and a big tall cool soft drink. Then sleep in a proper bed.

11th mission should you choose to accept it is to tell us why the person who tagged you is a star.

Hello It's Gemma is a star because she writes in a really down to earth way that I can relate to. I have loved her blog for a long time now - now that I am back into blogging after a long summer break I better start reading hers regularly again...

I tag:

Mama Syder
Wendy - Inside The Wendy House
Kate - Wit Wit Woo...
Karen - Would Like To Be
Clare - seasider in the city
Claire - Grumpinator
Hannah - Mummy and the Beastie
Mrs E - mummydaddyandmemakesthree
Frances at Mother Venting

Liska xx

Saturday is Caption Day

Hi All

I was inspired to do this by seeing a couple of Multiple Mummy's posts.

This was started by mammasaurus.

Saturday Is Caption Day

So here is Aaron:

Reasons to be Cheerful 1, 2, 3


I am linking up with Reasons to be Cheerful as it has been far far far too long since I have done so...

Reasons to be Cheerful at Mummy from the Heart

  1. Going to Butlins soon for the Tots100 xmas party - can't wait - will have superb quality time with husband and Aaron.  Also Aaron will love it as the kids facilities are amazing.
  2. Work's calmed down a little and some really great things have happened.
  3. Aaron's old enough to understand Xmas.
  4. I am regularly blogging again.
  5. Aaron's learning new words at the rate of 1 a day.
  6. I've started making soup again.
  7. I've found out who my true friends are and it is a lovely feeling.
  8. Husband is off this weekend.
Bye for now

Liska xxx