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Look closely. While my child screams and runs off in anger that would shame animal rights supporters marching at Knightsbridge with bloodied fur around their necks, you will find another human offspring rolling on the floor in the distance. Almost looked for her mum to suggest swapsies!
A slight deviation from the happy shiny.
London brings out my journey through life like no other. For which I thank her. Vulnerability is my super power. What’s Yours?
I keep assigning gifts and favours to celebrated days and my lover laughs at me. The fact is, we don’t love each other because we share gifts. We buy each other the most obnoxious crap only because we love each other. Valentine’s Day or not. All kinds of lovers surround me. So do my special deliveries from Kickstarter.com
No. Like REALLY have kids? Or even just a child? Then prepare to change your life as you know it an entire 180 degrees. It’s an exhilarating ride but you gotta be a sucker for change!
The age old banter turns ugly left, right and centre. Why? Why the need to prove someone else is wrong? As long as they aren’t jeopardising their child’s life (and no, formula doesn’t do that. Please. Stop. It does have repercussions on health. It doesn’t kill a child) steer clear. My take on what is best.
The other day I picked up a book and my husband’s eyes widened in surprise. No more than 3 seconds later my baby raced over with the twinkliest eyes ever, throwing herself on the book in my lap. Tears blurring my vision, I put it back in the shelf.
Here’s a jump that I never ever thought I’d make. Some balm for my aching heart that crazily missed reading books around the clock pre-baby
To keep on doing what works and leaving behind what doesn’t. For ourselves, for the child we raise and shape with every single move we make. 10 things I want to do in 2019. I always modify based on change in needs and wants but as long as I’m following my heart, the resolve to love thyself stands tallest.
My baby’s first proper cold, flabbergasting at that. My Man Flu and the need for comfort. Takes me back years to a recipe of embodying a hug on a plate
So as usual, I’ll grab the bull by its horns and address the elephant in the room that we are socially conditioned to ignore. Does having kids REALLY make us happier? Time to dissect that narrative.
We love Insta Hashtag Following. Do you? Here’s a fun piece with a surprisingly solemn message at the end.