Fashions and styles have changed drastically since I first started breastfeeding back in 2009. I've usually favoured two-piece outfits (top plus jeans/skirt) for comfort and accessibility. I recently realised I've really missed wearing dresses. It's near impossible to breastfeed in most regular dresses. You either have to hoist them up, exposing everything from your knees… Continue reading Access All Areas: Organic Cotton Crew Neck Dress by Mothers En Vogue
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Kangatraining
Right now I'm in that squishy, un-toned phase I always get into about eight months after I have a baby. Due to Hyperemesis Gravidarum and other pregnancy complications, I'm always skinny in pregnancy. Then after that I'm breastfeeding and using all of my energy intake to produce milk and parent my other children. But every… Continue reading Kangatraining
You don’t know what you don’t know.
Photo by Richard Bakarat Photography for Milk and LoveI recently attended a function and was chatting with my good friend Kate about breastfeeding (in particular, the ins and outs of how we were each planning to express/breastfeed/not become breastmilk fountains during work hours). We were both returning to work after periods of maternity leave. We… Continue reading You don’t know what you don’t know.
Life With Lachie
I'm not really big on routine, but without a certain amount of basic organisation, you can't adult, much less parent. When I look back at the babyhood of my eldest child, who is now seven, I remember an unstructured, loved-up haze of breastfeeding, snuggling, more breastfeeding and more snuggling. It was bliss and I never… Continue reading Life With Lachie
The Tantrum Playbook – Guest Post by My Toddler.
Toddlers, are you tired of throwing those mundane, cliche tantrums day in, day out? You know the ones: The “I want a Chupa Chup at the Woollies checkout”, the “I don’t want to go nigh night”, and the “My legs are tired so I’m going to lay down in the middle of a zebra… Continue reading The Tantrum Playbook – Guest Post by My Toddler.
“Mummy, I’m a sauce lid”. That awkward moment when you can’t understand your own kid.
It's usually my two-year-old boy whose verbal language skills require a little assistance from me. My husband often asks "Mummy, what's he saying?" and in the blink of the eye, I translate the toddler talk into English, and everyone's happy. So I was recently stumped when my four-year-old son sat in his car seat saying something that… Continue reading “Mummy, I’m a sauce lid”. That awkward moment when you can’t understand your own kid.
