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    portrait of my son, once a week, every week for one year Little man, last night you had Daddy and I leap out of bed and run to your room at 2:45am when you started choking. You were covered in your first real person vomit (not like those baby spews) and you were petrified. We changed(…)

  • workin’ like a mother…

    It’s 7:14pm. And if you happened to be here a minute ago, you would have seen me on my hands and knees picking pieces of sweetcorn off my wooden floor. Then I stacked the dishwasher, glanced at the grill that needs cleaning, chose to ignore it. Following that, I made my way into my office to(…)

  • carving me time

    It has been a while ya’ll. But I loathe those “I’m sorry I’ve not been blogging, life got busy, I promise I’ll be better” blog posts. So let’s just acknowledge the ebs and flows of life and where we place our focus and move on. I have been working like a mother trucker. So hard, in fact, that(…)

  • google doesn’t hug

    I Google ev-ur-e-thing. I think we all do, right? But I got to thinking the other day, what impact does this have on the older generations? They used to be looked up to for answers and sage advice, recipes and instructions, morals and stories. Now we just whip out that black glass box from our(…)

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    portrait of my son, once a week, every week for one year You’re 29 weeks old now buddy. And the last month has passed in a haze of illnesses, deadlines and sleepless nights. I’m hearing stories left, right and center of other babies sleeping 11 & 12 hour nights. We’ll need to organise a sit down talk(…)

  • clean eating

    I’m glad I’m writing this post to you today. And not two days ago. Two days ago, I was ready to kill dead things. You see Ethan had decided that for one week straight, he was going to wake up every single hour of the night. Averaging around 10 times, I was on my feet rocking, feeding,(…)

  • workin’

    Have you ever stayed somewhere where they give you free cakes and port? Without telling you. So you just turn up and in your room are home. made. cakes. and. port. Sounds like a wee dream, right? I’m currently working on the rebrand and website for a farm/B&B that do just that. Businesses who have their(…)

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portrait of my son, once a week, every week for one year

Little man, last night you had Daddy and I leap out of bed and run to your room at 2:45am when you started choking. You were covered in your first real person vomit (not like those baby spews) and you were petrified. We changed you, bathed you and tucked you into bed beside us where you lay restless and retching the whole night. There’s nothing like a sick bub to make a mama pick up on the slackness of memory documenting. I looked at you and your tiny person in our big bed and I fell in love with you all over again. Like I do every day.

So here, my love is a recap of the last 13 weeks of your life.

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THINGS THAT HAPPENED

1. You were big enough to fit sitting up in the trolley. Thus began a love affair with doing the shopping (and pulling things off shelves).
2. You tried to eat weeds whilst I was gardening, but I tricked you into eating spinach from the garden instead.
3. Uncle Colin turned 30 and we went to the Cider House, you loved the fruit on the trees.
4. You and I spent a gorgeous afternoon by the river together.
5. Your hair is getting longer, but refuses to lie flat. People are starting to ask me if I style it with product. The answer is no.
6. You made an appearance at Book Club and once again stole the show.
7. We turned your car seat front facing and you, all of a sudden chilled out about car journeys.
8. Just in time for our 3 hour drive for a weekend with friends in Margaret River, here you are looking out the pub window.
9. You broke your first two bottom teeth. At the same time.
10. You slept like an angel.
11. You said bye to Uncle Gerdy when he left for Melbourne. You’ll miss him a lot.
12. You had your first swimming pool experience and loved it.
13. You slept in the car and looked damn cute while doing it.

Every day you amaze me little dude. Every single day.

All my love,

Naomi (aka Mum)

xoxo

Joining in Jodi’s 52 Project at our own pace.

workin’ like a mother…

It’s 7:14pm.

And if you happened to be here a minute ago, you would have seen me on my hands and knees picking pieces of sweetcorn off my wooden floor.
Then I stacked the dishwasher, glanced at the grill that needs cleaning, chose to ignore it.
Following that, I made my way into my office to a find a box of ribbons upside down on the floor, a shoe that I earlier caught Ethan chewing on rammed into said empty ribbon box and a hole punch that I’m glad he couldn’t figure out how to open in there too. Walking into an office covered in hole punch confetti would have been a different story altogether.

But for now, I am happy.

I am happy with the mess and the beautiful indications that my little boy, who’s now sleeping soundly in his room, was here with me a few hours ago.

My design business is going great. Far better than I had ever expected it would be going only a few months in. I have clients that I absolutely, wholeheartedly love working with. I breathe easy when I get emails from each one of them. All incredible women with their own stories who are allowing me to help them rock their businesses even harder. I enjoy opening up my design software to get to work. Even if it is at 7:14pm and I know I won’t emerge until I have to brush my teeth and climb into bed next to an already sleeping husband. Right now, this pace suits me. I was never built for 9-5.

I’ve been shying away from blog writing because I don’t feel like I have anything to offer you anymore that isn’t work or baby. The God’s honest truth is that I feel you’ll find it boring.
But that is the life I’m rocking right now and I fucking love it. I’m inspired, I’m alive and I’m soaking up my son’s smiles.

I know a good few of you have businesses, babies or even just dreams of either.
So do me a favour? Keep me company at 7pm. Send me an email and let me know how you’re getting on.

Love and a 9pm dinner,

Naomi

xoxo

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carving me time

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It has been a while ya’ll.
But I loathe those “I’m sorry I’ve not been blogging, life got busy, I promise I’ll be better” blog posts.
So let’s just acknowledge the ebs and flows of life and where we place our focus and move on.

I have been working like a mother trucker. So hard, in fact, that I haven’t even had time to finish my own website. How funny… A web designer without a website. Yep, that’s me.

But full time Mum-ing and business running is taking its toll for sure. I have a friend who’s training in life coaching and last week she and I had a little sit down to talk about values. I chatted about what my values are with her and one of the things that kept coming up was freedom and ‘me time’. Ha! Now any of you reading with a small human you’re responsible for knows that ‘me-time’ only happens when the kids are in bed. Now add a business to run into that 24 hour mix and you have me leaving Ethans room at 7pm and walking directly into my office to work until 11pm.

Leaving zero ‘me time’.

Which, it turns out, I need in order to function properly.

So as I quite like scheduling, lists and organising stuff, my pal the coach and I decided that it would be best to ritualise my ‘me time’ and make it a non-negotiable part of my week. So I chose Wednesday nights.

Once Ethan’s in bed 7pm on a Wednesday, instead of marching to the office, I’m going to swan into the bathroom and have a nice Lush bubble bath instead. Even just typing this makes me wish it was Wednesday already.

I’m looking forward to it so much. And I feel like scheduling a breather mid week will help me recharge for the midnight shifts ahead.

How about you guys, do any of you have scheduled ‘me time’? If not, would you consider it?

Love and pumpkin spice everything,

Naomi

xoxo

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google doesn’t hug

when people just won't listen to common sense - you have to get out your spray can.....

I Google ev-ur-e-thing.

I think we all do, right?

But I got to thinking the other day, what impact does this have on the older generations? They used to be looked up to for answers and sage advice, recipes and instructions, morals and stories.

Now we just whip out that black glass box from our pockets and get sucked into videos and everscroll of far-too-much-information sandwiched by a buzzfeed article or two.

I hope this changes, I hope we come full circle. Because our elderly have so much to offer. They have LIVED this life. They may not be able to give you a thousand ideas to mend a broken heart or show you 20 ways to get the perfect rise on a cake, but they can share with you how they’ve overcome these obstacles for themselves. Knowledge perfected over a lifetime.

I don’t often get to spend time with the elderly, but I could certainly do with striking up a few more conversations with those that I meet out in the world. There’s a whole personalised story in their minds just waiting to be shared.

And they can hug you like Google never will.

Love and nylon tights,

Naomi

xoxo

 

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portrait of my son, once a week, every week for one year

You’re 29 weeks old now buddy. And the last month has passed in a haze of illnesses, deadlines and sleepless nights. I’m hearing stories left, right and center of other babies sleeping 11 & 12 hour nights. We’ll need to organise a sit down talk between you and these kids because you clearly didn’t get that email. As we speak it’s 3:36pm and I’ve been up since 2:30am. But then I get up in the morning and look at that wee face and suddenly 3 hours sleep seems almost enough (but not quite…).

THINGS ROCKING YOUR WORLD

1. Everything and everyone get a smile out of you these days. But you still reserve the biggest ones for your Daddy and I.
2. The bath… For a while there you loved it. Then you hated it. Now you love it again. Splashing has become your new bath time marvel.
3. Your bouncer. Bouncing bouncing bouncing, always bouncing. There are very few baby contraptions that I’d describe as ‘a life saver’ but this is one of them, for sure.
4. Tickles, toy fights and hanging upside down. You’re becoming more and more boisterous and I’m loving the playtime just as much as you.
5. We were recently tipped to respond to your baby babble by exactly mimicking your noises, this has opened up a whole world of conversation between us. You talk to me so intentionally now and we have the best nonsensical chats.

THINGS NOT CUTTING THE MUSTARD

1. When I leave your side, even for a split second to walk 2 feet away. Apparently this is the age you experience separation anxiety. It’s exhausting, for both of us.
2. Falling asleep indoors at nap times. Every nap begins in your pram on the porch, you can’t get enough of the lulling leaves on the trees.

My little man, you are just incredible.

I love you more and more every day.

Naomi (aka Mum)

xoxo

Joining in Jodi’s 52 Project at our own pace.