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Christmas was a whirlwind. It was busy, and lovely, rushed, exhausting, pretty and hard. But it was Christmas, and Indi’s first one at that.

Road trip sing along

Road trip sing along

Our little slice of heaven. A cottage by the river in denmark. Yes thats a wisteria as you enter the house.

Our little slice of heaven. A cottage by the river in denmark. Yes thats a wisteria as you enter the house.


Side view of the entrance


Yes that is the river (jealous now?). There is a little path that goes right down to it. Would be perfect except for the sludge.


The deck runs down the side and around the river side of the house. Perfect for wine in the afternoon.


A giant island bench that runs from the kitchen to the dining (yes that is a fire place at the end). Was great for all the food christmas day.

The property has all sorts of fruit trees, apples oranges, mulberries, lemons, olives, and apricots. There were strawberries and rhubarb, and herbs everywhere. And to top it off it had its very own holly bush. So glorious.

The property has all sorts of fruit trees, apples oranges, mulberries, lemons, olives, and apricots. There were strawberries and rhubarb, and herbs everywhere. And to top it off it had its very own holly bush. So glorious.

So that is where we stayed for 5 lovely nights over Christmas. We were only half an hour away from our families (4 and a half normally) and somewhere that we could relax.

On top of the perfect house. Aidan surprised me with a REAL CHRISTMAS TREE! The smell alone was to die for. Aidans parents brought it out to us, I am eternally grateful. We had brought our home made decorations with us (I was going to use as name tags on presents), so we dressed it up all perfect. With the additional help from a loud m&m eating preggo friend (xxx).

The house had a little alcove just as you entered. Perfect for surprise chirstmas trees that make you want to curl up and sleep underneath it.

The house had a little alcove just as you entered. Perfect for surprise chirstmas trees that make you want to curl up and sleep underneath it.

Christmas day was interesting. I didn’t know what to expect. Indi is into everything these day and running about like a mad woman, so expected she would be fairly happy come present opening. Pfffftttttt whatever. She would much prefer to play with the dust brush and pan.

First impressions. Ooooooooh I could rip stuff off that big green thing.

First impressions. Ooooooooh I could rip stuff off that big green thing.

Our only family photo from christmas. That is indi cranking up because we wanted her to open her presents. Nope, did not care for it.

Our only family photo from christmas. That is indi cranking up because we wanted her to open her presents. Nope, did not care for it.

The calm down after present opening. Santa brough her some bubbles, add them to being allowed to run around outside - boom happy baby.

The calm down after present opening. Santa brought her some bubbles, add them to being allowed to run around outside – boom happy baby.

Indi got spoilt (didn’t see that coming did you). But more importantly she got to spend time with family and close friends, the people that love her. Our aim for the little trip was to have as many people around to celebrate this little ones first festive season. To see the love, share laughs and of course eat too much.

Other parts of our little break look like this:

Early morning view from our deck

Early morning view from our deck

Indi stealing water, trying to look like a big girl for Cade.

Indi stealing water, trying to look like a big girl for Cade.

All christmas'ed up and grandma and grandpa's.

All christmas’ed up and grandma and grandpa’s.

Uncle zac brought tornado babe her first car. I cant imagine how much the insurance will cost on that thing.

Uncle zac brought tornado babe her first car. I cant imagine how much the insurance will cost on that thing.

Have you got my good side ma?

Have you got my good side ma?



Greens poo;

Greens pool

Classic albany, emu point.

Classic albany, emu point.

I got this.

I got this.

Decorations, catering, organizing, crafting, planning, keeping routines and road trips. Christmas was an event. I loved it, but I’m glad its over. Next year we are going low key. Staying home (minus road trip) or going to someone elses house (minus organisation). Its my promise to aidan (I did not promise that I wont go overboard with all the before christmas stuff tho hehehehe).

So christmas is done. Tick that box, whats next….. somebodies first birthday (please someone stop me from buying all the pink tissue paper in perth…).

Much love peeps xxx



I was super proud when we weaned tiny human back at 7/8 months. Before we had kids I had already formulated the opinion that dummies weren’t a necessity. Flash forward to tiny human at day three of life in our atmosphere, one tired mamma and one not sleeping baby fighting each other to not be the first to cry. The loveliest nurse points out that she’s a sucker. Her velociraptor tendencies had made nursing painful and I had to pump. Poor thing just wanted the comfort (well then, don’t go for meat on your first meal crazy babe). So we tried the dummy. It was a god send. And I hate myself for thinking otherwise back when I was with out child.

Indi only needed her dummy to get herself to sleep. She didn’t need it to calm down or for teething. I could pop that dummy in her mouth and she would drop her head to my shoulder and be ready for bed. When we got back from our holiday to bali we knew it was time. She was still a chilled out little babe, and we wanted to wean her before she became attached to it. And we did, with relatively no hassle at all. We were shocked at the ease of it all.

Then came the teeth. You all know I’m not a fan of the teething devil (evil little snot it is). We had months of teething symptoms with no signs of movement on the teeth front. Then bang! At she reached nine months and started screaming in her sleep. She was restless and nothing could soothe her. She was starting to walk so we were allowing for some lack of sleep. Its understandable that babes are restless when they are starting to develop. But this was so out of character. So we tried the dummy, thinking just once cant hurt. Automatic relief for tiny human. It is so hard to deny your little ones the things that gives them comfort, when you see the pain fade and they physically relax. You just want to help, so you give in. And give in we did.

Now at 10 months she has 5 teeth and looks like two more are on their way. It seems the dummy was needed for a reason. She will chew on the dummy for about 10 mins, then shes out to it. For the night. Most of the time I find it on the floor, thrown out of the cot at some stage through out the night.

Friday night we decided it was time to wean again. Stupidest idea ever. The kid is now attached. Saturday night she was cranky and grizzling and crying on and off for an hour. We would go in and calm her down, settle her if we could them try to put her down again. She would just work herself up and cry again. That is until she threw up. BAD MAMMA! Yeah, so if the fact that there is food stains all over the baby, her sleeping bag, her pajamas and the white (who buys white for babies anyway) sheets was not bad enough, the guilt of being the reason she puked certainly made me mother of the year material. I automatically caved. I got upset, made a giant fuss, cuddled and rocked and consoled (perhaps someone should have done that to me?). I snuggled with her on the couch, gave her the dummy then put her back in her bed to sleep. If you were wondering – everything in that last sentence is wrong according to the research.

So here we are are the starting point again. This time equip with a bit more research and preparing for the worlds biggest shit storm (Oh didn’t I tell you? Indi can chuck tanties now. When she cranks up you sure as hell know about it). I don’t know if we will be strong enough to tackle this over christmas, give me strength if we do. But before she turns 1 on the 10th of February, as the spaghetti monster as my witness I will have her weaned (unless another 5 teeth decide they want to all come out at the same time, then in that case I’ll just give her a handful of dummies, leave her with aidan and book myself a trip to bali for three weeks). Wish us luck.

Much love peeps xxx

When I wrote the christmas project, I thought I was being hopeful. I had culled my list to ensure that time would be on my side. I was really worried that with the all the commitments we already have along with all the social commitments coming up that we wouldn’t have time to get through them all. Or even worse. That we wouldn’t be able to do them together.

Well pfffffffffttttttt to that. I’m owning that list. And along with all the other stuff like crazy crafting, baking, christmas catch ups, preparing for indi’s first chirstmas and mentally preparing for somebodies first birthday, its fair to say that I am due a break down any minute now.

Any way, back to the list.

  1. See the christmas lights in the city: done Little Bum barely noticed the lights due to the fact that the city is way popular for a whole lot of people she’s never seen before. Feeding her with all the busy happening around her was interesting to say the least.
  2. Indi to have her photo with santa: done Best. Photo. Ever. There was always two types of photos that could happen. The ‘not so phased’ photo where the child sits quite content. Or the ‘what the frick is going on’ photo, where the child freaks out. I wanted indi to do one extreme or the other. And boy, she did not disappoint. I love this photo beyond compare. Poor little thing, that photo is going to come out at every chance I get.
  3. Christmas carols with friends: done One of my favorite traditions ever. However, I must note that tornado child can now walk, and like to help herself to food, and will put anything in her mouth. Carols is a picnic style event, with candles and drinks and cheeses and lots of people. It was fun, and I’m pretty sure I heard a christmas carol or two, but lets just say we were kept busy and leave it at that.IMG_3886
  4. Make sugar and spice cookies: done Maybe making them last longer than a day can be our next goal?
  5. Do a family christmas photo: Not yet, hoping to get a couple come christmas day. Tornado child is the one small issue. Maybe if I feed her enough food, she will be slightly bloated and sit still for about ten minutes? Or maybe I’ll just put yo gabba gabba on, that normally turns her in to a zombie.
  6. Visit the christmas section in myer (and try not to buy everything): done Incredibly overwhelming and dangerous to a 9 and a half month old that just wanted to be let loose. Ain’t never gonna happen kiddo, you are a destructo-baby.
  7. Put up the christmas tree (and try to save it from the crazy cat and baby): done It took tiny human 20 seconds to smash a glass ornament (considering we have never brought glass ones on account of a kitty with a dangle fetish, it was quite remarkable). Our tree is a pot plant (her name is Natasha, don’t ask, it just is ok) a heavy, less chance of tipping over pot plant, with a few sentimental ornaments on it. It also comes with an added feature – a protective play pen exterior. Indi hated the play pen after about a month, so the fact that I can use it for anything makes me fairly happy.
  8. Watch ‘Love Actually’ (Aidan’s tradition, special): done It was on tv the other night. We will still watch it together christmas eve,while wrapping presents. Well I will wrap and Aidan will snore. You know your jealous.
  9. Make baby painted wrapping paper (goobed with love): done (sort of) Pinterest failed me on this one. The recipe for ‘edible’ paint didn’t turn out very well, and that combined with an over eager daddy and a cranky baby resulted in lots of cleaning and some creative art works. IMG_4064
  10. Read christmas books (bit of a change from pooh, hairy mclary and ten little finger and ten little toes): done I even brought new ones to build this tradition, classic golden books. The books are a bit too long and Indi prefers to goob all over them, but atleast we are trying.IMG_3927IMG_3744
  11. Make Indi’s christmas stocking (key word there- make): In the process of this one. Unfortunately my imagination has got away from me, and what could be a relatively easy project has become crazy huge. Finding time to sew with the busy little tornado is not as easy to find now that she moves. I am determined. I will finish it. And when I do, I’ll gladly show off all my (stupid) hard work.
  12. Baby’s first christmas ornament (dreaming of this moment for the past 3 years): done This one was hard. Aidan and I didn’t like any thing. We even went to the chirstmas store (its on the road behind bunnings on leach Hwy, talk about too much christmas. I’m pretty sure christmas just threw up in that store and no body bothered to clean it up). So we brought a sweet little pink deer. I love it so much. Its just perfect. Thank you david jones for having sweet dainty little decorations for my baby girl.

So that is where we are at. One and a half things left to do on my list and still 9 days left. Christmas- come at me! I am soooooo ready for all your quirks and crazies.

Much love peeps xxx

DSC_0114 I must have blinked this month away, it has been busy and full and consuming. I nearly forgot to write this post. Mind you I forget all sorts of things lately. It seems a phone, two calendars and a diary just don’t cut it these days.

Ten months? I have no idea how to comprehend how it has been ten months. Or from another perspective, there is only two months until we celebrate tiny humans FIRST birthday. Technically that means I need to start party planning. I have waited with baited breath for this opportunity and already I am second guessing all my mental plans. Perhaps the hype in my head about this small milestone is a bit melodramatic? Time will only tell.

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In the last month I have watched tiny human step on the accelerator. Literally days after I wrote tiny human at 9 months, she started to make moves towards walking. She now does laps. She walks more than she crawls. She ‘runs’ to get away, she chases the cat. She is busy. Not much of the time spent walking is slow either, babe has a need for speed. Unfortunately her body cant keep up with her and the stats for face plants have been rising.

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Along with the increase in injury has come the increase of grizzles, sooks, tanties, sads and tears. This month we have seen our first ‘real’ tear. I had been a bit worried that she didn’t cry right from the beginning. We were told not to worry until she turned 6 months. Since then I have been on constant watch for any sign of a tear. When most families would rush to a crying babe, I would be the crazy mum tilting my baby over to look really closely into her eye. Just in case there was a little tear I might have missed. This month has brought us precisely 4 whole tears (four different occasions also). Yes I am proud. Damn proud actually.

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One reason for tears was the first official melt down (why dont they have a space for that in the baby book, along with first poo in a bath, first time screaming in a restaurant, first time eating cat food and first time throwing up out in public). The meltdown near broke my heart. I was caught off guard and really didn’t know how to react. I had taken her to the creche at the gym for the first time that morning. Expecting the worst I was pleasantly surprised when little bum barely even noticed I had left her. She continued to be a chirpy little thing all day, even when she skipped her afternoon nap. Come dinner time, she was being fed by Aidan (and fairly content to note). I was off to watch a movie with some friends, so like I do every time I go out, I gave her a kiss and told her that I loved her. I only reached the back door, then shit got real. I kid you not I thought she’d fallen out of the high chair she was howling so much. Nope just loosing her crap because mamma left. I tried to help Aidan calm her (note to the mammas out there – this was the dumbest thing to do in this situation, it makes everything so much worse for everyone involved. Will not make that mistake again). In the end Aidan told me to go, that he had it sorted. I got a text later saying that Indi refused to eat any more, the only way to calm her was to give her a bottle, she fell asleep during her bottle and was put to bed early. Poor little babe. But, as everyone keeps telling me, she’s going to have to get use to me leaving, otherwise there will be melt downs left right and centre.

Now the big one. TEETH. Its no secret that me and the teething devil are not friends. I have made many a promise, just for Indi to not have teething pain, and for our house to be sleep friendly again. Last month there was not a tooth peg in sight. I had secretly wished that if it was going to be like this they had better all come at the same time. Moral of this story? Be careful what you wish for. Looking at her gums yesterday she had three teeth, looking at them again today she has five. Yep, blink and you’ll miss it.


Between the learning to walk, the tears, the injuries and the teeth, I am in constant state of awe. This child never ceases to amaze me. And that’s just the stuff I have time to notice. This coming month Indi will start to spend less time with me and begin to spend time with a nanny/sitter. Yes its time for this mamma and her babe to start working on their attachment issues. Stay tuned for updates (also known as ‘mamma cries in the car, parked around the corner’).

I want to say slow down, but my busy babe would not take any notice of me. I’m just making the most of being in these moments. Grow strong my little bum

Much love peeps xxx

Time is fleeting! Its just literally roaring past me at the speed of knots. I long to hold on to the day and savor it. To sit down and watch this little face as it is now. Taking everything in, discovering, exploring and learning. Tomorrow she will have grown again and it will feel furiously fast. I will ache for what she is today. This whole mum thing is making me notice every. single. little. change. I’ve noticed how much of her baby fat has disappeared since she’s started crawling. I miss seeing those little fat rolls. Uggghhhhh at this rate I’ll end up having another one just to relive each little moment.

9 months, almost as old out as she was in. Wow. Technically 18 months of being. Oh.My.God.

Crawling is fabulous, but realistically a complete pain in the arse. Indi loves it. Access to everything. She’s got some speed too. Her ‘get away’ crawl (which just happens to have a mischievous giggle that goes with it) has both Aidan and I picking up our pace. Lets just say the kid is lucky she’s god damn cute. She is officially danger! Do you need to baby proof your house? Let me bring Indi over. She will find EVERY dangerous area in your house, whilst ignoring the fun, baby friendly areas. She makes a bee line for the oven every time she gets anywhere near the kitchen (we’re teaching her that its a NO GO area even when its not on), cat food is a favorite play toy, sorry where you wanting to close the fridge? Well you cant, Indi is getting the beans out to play with. She loves to do her cross country training on the bricks out the back (majority of the time in the nude too), and is normally crawling after the cat even after she’s been swiped 5 or 6 times. The kid has no fear. Its exhausting.

We are way too close to walking than I can handle. She will walk herself along the couches, and loves to walk with you holding her hands. We gave in and brought her a walker last weekend. Straight away she walked it with out any assistance. She keeps increasing her free standing record too. I’m so not ready for walking. Not yet anyway.

She’s sort of said Dada. I think what she says counts, but Aidan’s not sold. She chats her head off tho. Babbling all sorts of sounds. Pretty sure she said watermelon the other day. Bam four syllable word! Totally not over exaggerating (just lying). If its not chatting its giggling or snuffling. The kid is not quiet that’s for sure.

Indi must have a black hole for a stomach at the moment. She just eats and eats and eats. I can’t comprehend how much goes in. No more baby food (mostly because that wouldn’t fill her up) she eats what we do. She has perfected the ‘are you gonna eat that’ look. Nothing on your plate, or in your hand is sacred anymore.

STILL NO TEETH! Uggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Teething is a complete poop! I can see that they are there, they just haven’t come out yet. I just want to see what all the grizzling, restlessness and sleepless night are happening for.

Might not be any teeth but there is hair. And its getting all swishy in the back (insert curly sue, shirley temple curl daydreaming here). I can run my fingers through it. I can brush it. I can part it. Can not wait to clip it. Don’t ask me where my crazy hair fixation has come from, I just really can wait for her to have hair (and then for her to learn to sit still while I braid it a million times).

Big thing this last month has been how little bum has begun to learn the art of ‘daddy manipulation’. I knew girls learnt this skill early (I was a master of the craft) but Indi is showing promising signs very early. Poor Aidan is battling with the ‘is something wrong’ and ‘what have I done wrong’. Indi gets her dad to things her way. Precious little diva.

Hugs are a big thing recently. Proper, squeezy hugs. The kind where breathing is a bit difficult due to the two little arms locked around your neck. It might be the attachment anxiety that comes with a 9 month old, but I’ll take those hugs any day.

We’ve started swimming lessons this last month too. Crikey this kid loves water. When we get to the pool she gets all excited just sitting in her pram. I can’t hold her until we are just about to go in because she will pull herself about to get out of my arms, don’t even think about putting her on the ground to get things ready. She would gladly take herself swimming if given half a chance. She emptied the watering can on herself last week and happily splashed away for a good half and hour until she was dragged away. When given the hose she instinctively put it over her head and then began to drink from it. All my worries about how well she would fare in the hot perth summer are officially over. No need to worry with this water baby.

She’s lost so much of her baby fat now that she’s on the move. Gone are those gorgeous chubby thighs, and her face has thinned out. She’s looking less and less like a baby and more like a little person. Looking back at photos I struggle to comprehend just how much has changed in 9 short months.

Much love peeps xxx

So much has happened in the last month. So many firsts. So much change. My poor mamma heart is worn out.

Holiday. Indi’s first ever flight, and over sea’s trip. My girl was so fabulous I can not explain just how much. So good on the planes. Such a trooper in the humidity, and such a little socialite. I can not wait to take her away again.

Crawling. The kid got speed. After a week and a half with her betrothed Edison, Indi just HAD to crawl. In bali she was moving a bit, but it was more like an uncoordinated frog rather than a crawl. On the plane home, she decided to show us that she had learnt to climb, by pulling herself up the plane seats. Showing off when we got home, the little wriggler showed us that our house was clearly not baby proof, crawling anywhere she pleased. I spent forever dreaming of seeing this milestone, now I wish I could get her to sit still.

Standing. Little bum can pull herself up on just about anything to stand now. Its where she wants to be. But she wants to get there herself. Bless her little heart she can also lower herself to the ground. That’s a bit exciting.

Grizzles. We are perfecting these. Growing and teething and moving and developing makes a tiny human more grizzly than I have ever seen her. But I think that is just the opinion of a mother who is used to a baby that refuses to stop smiling. Big bed time grizzles before naps and sleeps. I keep thinking I’ve done something wrong, but then I remember its close to nap time and sigh.

Dummy-less (almost). As per our agreement, Aidan and I started weaning Indi off her dummy when we got back from bali (she only used it to assist her to sleep, may account for extra bedtime grizzles). Wasn’t as hard as we thought to begin with, but there have been a few nights where we’ve broken. I know, I know, I need to be strong. But its these damn teeth that continually threaten to show, with out actually revealing themselves. So now the motto’s are: NO GOING BACK, WE ARE STRONG (uggghhh surely just once cant hurt?), WE CAN DO IT.

Words. We are so close to hearing that coveted first word. Majority of the time she will talk to the cat rather than us, a whole lot of  ‘Uuuuhh. Uuh. Blllllllrrrrrrrrrr. Bah. Bah. Uh.’ Pretty sure thats cat for ‘stop sleeping over there and come let me slob on your tail’. Needless to say Bellacat doesn’t respond.

Fur-sister. Indi and BellaCat are starting to play nice, and it warms my heart so. With her new found crawling freedom, Indi will chase the cat all over the house. Bella has begun to realize that Indi is no longer a loud blobby human, rather a more interactive version of loud blobby human. Bella is surprisingly gentle with Indi (she has NEVER been nice, a diva cat with a ‘don’t even think about petting me, I will destroy you’ kind of attitude), happy to put up with a whole lot of pulling and poking and slobbing, before she shoots an evil look and buggers off.

Head shaking. We have mastered the art of shaking our head NO. Normally during feed time. Cute, but increasingly annoying.

Sleeping. Day naps have got to a lovely length of time. Oh so lovely. From when she was a freshly baked bub and sleeping for only 40 mins at a time, we are now at 2.5 hrs morning nap and 1.5 hrs afternoon nap. Its really nice, especially now that I spend a whole lot of time chasing a very active little bum all around the place. I look forward to my rest times.

Water dragon. My little aquarius, born in the year of the dragon. Its very clear that this one loves the water. LOVES the water, any form of it. Think she must have got that from my dad. We are very excited to start swimming lessons next monday. We would have started at 6 months but the aquatic centre (which is a 3 min walk from our house) doesn’t run lessons for wee babes during winter. None the less, we are all looking forward to monday.

Hair. There is a whole lot movement in the hair department this month. She has her dads hair, its dead straight and stick up on weird angles just like his. All be it a very unrealistic, I’m still holding on to my dream of that one elusive curl. Its not looking like happening.

Arrrrgghhhh my little Indi bum is just getting so big. She’s so heavy now that Aidan and I will look for anyone with unsuspecting arms. Not long ago we would fight to be the one holding her, now its a fight to see who gets a back rub first due to the strain of lifting and carrying her. She’s still a tiny human, but there is a little person there now. She has sass and style, speed and determination. She has the most adorable giggle and a smile for everyone she see’s. My wee babe is growing up.

Keep on growing sweet girl. Mamma loves you

Much love peeps xxx

If I could go back in time, to before we had tiny human, there would be a few things that I would choose to pass on. You see I was all too eager for a baby. Regardless of the fact that I had NO baby experience what so ever. Yes I had played with a 6 month old, but nappies, lack of sleep and slippery little nudies where not things that warranted concern back then.

We have learnt so much in such a short time. I think all mums and dads have to learn fast, or it begins to swallow them. I am all for learning, but if I could go back in time with just a handful of advice for pre baby me, I know that the ‘deer in headlights’ look might not be so obvious.

1. Multi tasking is a daily staple. You will be required to wash the dishes, feed the baby, answer your phone and prepare dinner all while putting a load of washing on. What they dont tell you is why you need to multi task. The more you get done while the baby is awake, the less you need to do when they sleep. If your clever you might get to read a book, watch a movie, have a cup of tea or even grab a cheeky nap.

2. Your boobs will no doubt look like melting pudding. You knew that they would change, but the reality is just a little bit more depressing. Having to roll your boobs up from your knees to put them in your bra is a real possibility now. Lucky you!

3. One arm will become stronger than the other. Weakling arms will develop a favorite side for heffa babies.

4. Single mums, mums with FIFO partners, mums multiples, and mums of more than one babe are all freaking goddesses. Met them, adore them, and get them to mentor you. You know nothing, they know everything. End.of.story.

5. Get a god damn hobby already. Do not wait until after the baby is born to find something you like to do in your spare time. There is only so much crafting you can do before you turn into a complete loon. Please avoid turning into a crazy hoarder lady who saves everything for future projects. Its not healthy and no body cares if you have perfected potato stamping (note: this has not happened yet, its worrying none the less).

6. Teething is a bitch. Everything you think it is, triple that, throw in a crazy zombie attack and aliens blowing up the world. Yeah that’s about how crappy it is. There is only so much you can do to help too. Your will hurt for her.

7. Who needs grocery shopping anyway? Its not like its a necessity!

8. Baby poop can empty a room. Babies are stink nuggets!

9. Cake is the devil after you pop out the squid, stay away from it. It will come of no good!!! You will become addicted and then -BOOM- cake weight!

10. There is no such thing as ‘good’ clothes when the baby comes. They are all gooby rags and slob wipers. On a good day they also store a fair bit of excess biscuit, milk or leftover food.

11. You will, no matter how much you think you wont, end up talking about baby poop every single time you socialize. Its not on purpose, and you will feel shame almost immediately, but the topic of poop becomes the norm.

12. Daytime TV regardless of how crappy it really is, how much you have pulled the piss in the past, it will become well known to you. Try not to admit that out loud. People who watch ‘Days of Our Lives’ don’t have friends.

13. Worry becomes an accessory. You will wear everyday. Wear it with pride, its coated in love.

14. Babies don’t follow plans. So try not to be so OCD about being on time, or making all social events. Be prepared for the guilt of canceling at the last minute. People do understand, you don’t have to apologise for the next month,

15. You will miss your job. Knowing your missing out on a life that you have lived and breathed for the last four years will hurt. But one look into the face you created will ease that pain.

16. Looking at an adorable baby and thinking ‘I made you’ does not automatically make you look good. Try to look in the mirror before you leave the house. You are a much older, hairier, uglier version of the gorgeous babe your pushing around. Make up wont fix it, but it can help!

17. Your hair and skin will hate you. They will switch from oily to dry on a whim. Deal with it.

18. Baby clothes are an addiction. You will need to join a support group for ‘Mothers who buy adorable outfits for thier kids because they will look super cute and its not that expensive really, I’m sure this sheep costume will come in handy, oooooohhhhh thats pretty….”

19. There is such thing as spitfire, sprinkler, pellet, and explosion poops. They will impress and disgust, simultaneously.

20. You will hurt when you have to leave her for the first time. You will ache and sook and cry. You will be upset if she is fine and doesn’t miss you. But you will secretly feel relief if no one can ease her restlessness if she begins to miss you.

Alas, I can not go back in time, I really wouldn’t want to either. Learning about this bubba is the best educational course I’ve ever had. I haven’t even had time to draw pictures in the margins or colour in the diagrams.

Much love peeps xxx

Our trip away was super fun. We hung out with the most lovely little family ever. A beautiful couple and there little rock star son Edison, who is just a month older than Indi. They very graciously allowed us to piggyback on their holiday/honeymoon. Yeah, pretty bloody fabulous people huh? They took the grandparents too, so we took my mum also. Holiday, with mates, plus baby sitters…. booyah!

It was gorgeous to see Indi play with little Ed each day. She learnt way too much from hanging with that little dude. After a week with him she has come home crawling, climbing and eating SOOOOOOOO much. All great milestones yes, but its blowing my mind how much they learn from each other. Personally I learnt a lot too, holidaying with Super mum (yeah I know a whole lot of super mums, may end up getting an inferiority complex one day). Super mum came on holiday with a nasty bout of mastitis (ouch you say). From her I found confidence in my “mumming”, learnt handy tricks about feeding tiny humans, and found myself in awe of her devoted parenting skills. She shared her swim teaching tricks for Indi in the pool, she walked (trekked) Ed every morning before breakfast, basically she put everything else before herself on her own honeymoon. Selfless? Amazing. I felt very lucky to be on holiday with her (and her gorgeous family).

I’m now going to hit you with more gorgeous photos of our time away. Take note at how adorable Indi and Ed look together.

As you can see the week was lovely. Babies and sun and the pool and the view. Could not ask for more.

Much love peeps xxx

In the days before tiny human I had a hard time understanding the big to-do with having a baby.

I had always wanted kids, a million to be specific. Pretty much from as far back as I can remember, when asked by friends ‘how many kids do you want?” my reply would always be ‘I want to overpopulate a small country’. Having kids was my aim, but a baby? My future dreams were of a gorgeous man and children – not babies!

During pregnancy I had researched and read up on pretty much everything a pregnant woman may need to know. I knew what to do if I got reflux, if my hips started burning, if my waters broke and if I got crazy tiger stretch marks. But when tiny human came I knew NOTHING about babies (cant actually claim that I know much more now either). The first three weeks with little bum was somewhat insane. There was one day where I was sure that I could reason with her, and I was almost sure that she understood (she was about 6 days new, and I was running on very little sleep).

Now I get what babies are all about. I get that you have absolutely no control over what they do, I get that you just do whats best or required for the little one before you go to the toilet and I get that if you have plans they are never set in stone when you have a bub (cue reason for missing fabulous wedding in Broome).

I have had so many ‘ahhhhhhhhhhh I get it now’ moments since becoming a mum.

For example:

I never understood how people could just give up their careers. I mean, you put so much time and effort into getting the education, and then getting to a place in your careers where your damn proud and damn good. Now? What ever is best for the kid + what ever is financially viable + how much support you have + what you feel comfortable doing = your decision to either go back to work or stay at home. Its not as simple as the black and white I saw before.

I never got how people got all sooky and wah wah after having kids. I’d always been of the belief that you are in control of how you choose to display your emotions. Fast forward to day three of motherhood, and I’m being told that tiny human was actually a velosoraptor and had utterly destroyed the grazing field, therefore I would have to express and feed with a bottle. My head was saying – ‘oh, that totally is understandable, my boobs are raw as and I can see meat missing, a break from feeding would be heaven right now’ however my mouth was saying ‘waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nnuughghhhg nuuugghhhhh wahhh wahh waaaaahhhhhhhhhhh’. I was pretty much bitch slapped with a new perspective!

A big thing I completely did not understand was that whole pregnancy glow. I mean, really? A woman gets all huge, uncomfortable and walrus like and shes glowing? Sorry darling, that glow is sweat and the fat of the whole red rooster chicken she just scoffed down. Only just recently have I begun to understand what that pregnancy ‘glow’ is. Its not really a glow at all, and only certain people see it. The ‘glow’ is really just jealously and awe, and the people who can ‘see it’ are those that want desperately to have a baby. Before I had Indi all I saw was a walrus. Now I’m like everyone else, I get all gushy when I see bumps, I feel obliged to go up to random preggos and tell then how gorgeous they look and even worse I have moments where I think ‘two under two cant be that hard?’. NO CASSIE, BAD CASSIE! Must calm down and focus on the amazing little one I already have not the 999,999,999 more that I want.

Babies completely screw up everything, but in a fabulous way. So in preparation for tiny humans make sure your open to change, be prepared for learning and always be flexible with your thinking.


Much love peeps xxx

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