December in my life
Decembers through my life and what they have morphed into over the past few, rather formative years in my life. Revealing my one true love...
Tantrums-ville
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!
Disillusionment
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?
Brava!
I can’t say this enough how my child has changed me for the better. I don’t say motherhood has changed me because I honestly believe it is my child’s individual personality that is changing things about me more than the routine motherhood stuff. Or IS there a run of the mill motherhood gig at all? I think it’s a unicorn waiting to be sighted. Each one a unique one.
Ravioli Kinda Summer Day
Pasta is perhaps the Momma of Comfort food. Something about a good pasta is like being hugged by an Italian Grandma with a Good Mushroom Sauce bubbling in a pot somewhere close. How I learned to make filled pasta at Jamie Oliver’s Cookery School.
Breastfeeding Week Love
I'd like to conclude the World Breastfeeding Week on an emotional note. Breastfeeding was not a norm in my family. I got a lot of moral support but zero technical.…
Jet lagged Teething Jaguar
We are trying our best which is not good enough. Anyone has any pointers?
