I really need to find someone who wants to do a maternity shoot for me, because this picture was just a spur of the moment thing. We were walking into the local Birdworld and they were offering free photos to passers-by (with the hope you’d book a full shoot for another day, I guess.) So we agreed and got our free photo (they actually gave us two, one including the bump) and I just love the picture!
This post is included in the Safe Cosleeping Blog Carnival hosted by Monkey Butt Junction . Our bloggers have written on so many different aspects of cosleeping. Please read toÂ the end to find a list of links to the other carnivalÂ participants.
I’ve been thinking a lot about bed sharing recently, as we plan to do so again when Squidgy is born. It’ll be interesting, sharing not only a room, but a bed with two children. Â We’ve considered our options – putting a single bed next to ours for Ameli, moving her and daddy into her room for a few months, or simply all squeezing into our bed. I don’t know yet, how we’re going to do it and am Â half hoping that the baby’s frequent wakings will drive Ameli into her own room, but somehow I’m not sure. I’m just not sure what’s going to happen, or how you bedshare with two children.Â (more…)
If there was a soundtrack to my life, the last week or so would have a ghostly echo pounding through a driving bass line. The ghostly echo would say one word, over and over again: â€œMindful, mindful, mindfulâ€.
My mother will tell you I’ve always believed that we have the ability in ourselves to change our thoughts, and from there, to change our actions. When I was a child she went through a phase of calling herself stupid a lot. I believe in the power of words, so whenever she called herself stupid, or said she’d done something stupid, I’d hit her really hard with my fist on her shoulder.Â It became Pavlovian. She’d say stupid, I’d hit her. She soon stopped calling herself stupid, at least in my presence. (more…)
I adore Mulled Wine (Gluhwein). There’s nothing like the aroma of spiced red wine, cinnamon and cloves lingering over the house, but it’s been a few years since I’ve been able to indulge now, what with breastfeeding and pregnancy.
I’ve tried a number of different alternatives for Christmas and winter flavours, but so far this Russian Tea is my favourite of all, and hopefully you’ll enjoy it too! (more…)
This is it. The final week of pregnancy that starts with a 2. From here on out, if I recall, things begin to move really very fast and before we know it, you’ll be in my arms.
To be honest, I’m a little afraid. It’s not you. It’s us, this life, our lives. I’ve been a mother now for 26 months. You’d think I’d have a better handle on it all by now, but I really don’t. And no sooner do I celebrate a victory, confident in having figured something out than the whole game changes and WHAM! Just like that. I’m back to knowing nothing, feeling uncertain, unsure, insecure. (more…)
I try to get Ameli out of the house every day, because if I don’t she climbs the walls and wrecks the house. Some days we have playgroups, story time or just go to soft play, but whenever the weather is good, we try to get outdoors and expose the tips of our fingers and our eyeballs to some Vitamin D. (That was sarcasm, in case you missed it.)
This week we discovered a Â Sculpture Park full of amazing – and some rather random – art work. Â Ameli lovedÂ it. We spent more than two hours walking around by which time I was exhausted and ready to leave, but she was having none of it. I ended up chasing a two year old in and out of trees and around bits of metal and glass worth multiple thousands of pounds. I think we’ll return with Daddy next time!
You’re a proper two year old. People ask how old you are, and I say two, and I hate saying two because â€˜two’ can be anywhere from two and one day, which is still my baby or two and 11 months, which seems so grown up. So when people ask, I say you just turned two in October. You’re still on the â€˜baby’ side of two. At least you are to me. (more…)