Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Nine months in. Nine months out.



Dear Buddy

For forty two weeks I felt you grow inside my belly.
Queasiness at any food not beige, slowly turned to tiny bubbles, to butterflies, to swirling tickling alien-like lumps, to left hooks in my ribs.

Here we are, nine months later. 

Now you say ‘mommmm’ and ‘dada dada dada’ as we enter your view. Dragging yourself, commando-style across the room to be held. Barely finding your knees. Pulling yourself up onto the couch and your cot at any given opportunity (mostly to grab at a remote).

Bringing constant smiles. Such a happy little person. You teach us what it is to be happy.

We are infinitely better with you.

I love you,


Mommmm

Saturday, 4 February 2017

The importance of me time


Ever since giving birth, all my love and energy has gone into that little man who once was a pipe dream and is now a tiny human made up of big smiles, little chub rolls and fierce eyebrows (where did they come from?!). From day one, I was a mama who relished in the fact that easy little B, was a little too easy. Who were all these mothers dying of exhaustion? Not me. Sighing as I slipped into a bubbly bath, dyptique lit (breathing in the dewy wooden scent). Slowly sipping on a daily coffee (a chocolately black fuel of dreams). This is what me time is? Isn't it? Months down the line, I found out: no.

Around seven months in, exhaustion hit me like a brick wall. Where did it come from? What was I doing wrong? Yes, sleep regression had creeped its head for a third time, but that was easily fixed by retreating with my not-unwilling husband to the sofa bed. A bed we'd gotten so used to back in our lodger days. So what was it? The days went on and all I wanted to do was sleep. I couldn't entertain the now crawling little squidge as he too'd and frowed from record player cable to guitar to telly box. Lunging after him in an endless cycle; my own mini, unwanted workout.



So I stopped to think. What the hell was wrong with me?

And then it hit.

Nutrition. A word I'd gotten so used to durring pregnancy. Swallowing vitamins in textbook proportions. Making sure to get them through eating a good breakfast or brunch...oh god, brunch! A thing of fairytales. In the haze of night feedings, turned to weaning - cooking mouth watering foods for Baxter that even I would indulge in (he loves a good cous cous and chili), I forgot to feed myself.

Quickly, I ran to the cupboard and pulled out the vitamins that my community health worker gave me less than a week into bringing the squidge home (was she from a fairytale too?). Gathering up enough saliva to swallow one in desperation. The hour passed and seemingly instantly I felt a lift. Was that it?? If only.

Although coffee and a nice bubbly soak is great for a quick fix. I've found my ultimate me time is through vitamins and a healthy breakfast every day. Simple, yet so simple to forget in the throws of new motherhood.


Mamas, papas and my beautiful readers: take five minutes to make yourself the best you. It's what I'm learning to do, and I feel much damn better for it.

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Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Big living in a small space: dining area upgrade

We’ve made the HUGE decision to remain living in our one-bedroom flat as a family of three for the foreseeable future. So now I have the task of making this space liveable with a quickly growing tiny human.

No problems, eh? I’ve missed a good challenge.

This week I’m tackling upgrading our dining area into a second living space. Using a blend of our existing items and some new buys, we're hoping for a new-to-us space to work and eat in, and for Bax to comfortably play where we can keep an eye on him as we cook (that boy is on the gooo). I recently gave our antique bureau a new lease of life and it’s proving to be a great workspace. Now for the rest of the room to catch up...


Here are a few of the items we’re hoping will make the space more liveable (clockwise from top left):


Baxter’s retro style Bloom highchair was like a glowing beacon through a thrift store window. When Bax is big enough, it lowers down to be a cool chair. It’s pink and the boys don’t care…total win.

Rattan chairs in soft colours help make the space feel lighter and brighter (we grabbed ours on special promotion - similar khaki & peach). T found this solid white style during a run (don’t you just love it when people throw things out?)

Compact dining table to replace our well-loved, chunky table. The mint drawers are perfect for storing baby wipes and telly remotes (I know, I know. 6 Music at the dinner table, other channels for wind down time)

The Just Be print is several seasons old from Oliver Bonas, but their print collection is still strong. We also plan on getting several prints from local artist The Mossy Hill in homage to the town we call home.

This storage bench is surprisingly comfy and offers a place to hide shoes. We’re definitely going to be upping storage space in the months to come! 

Adding velvet cushions for cuddling or buffering B-man’s falls when he learns to walk.

A geometric short pile rug to make those cold tiles a bit more homely.

Before and after pics will come soon.


Are any of you trying to make it work in a small space? Please share your tips!