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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(…)

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    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(…)

  • remember that time i was sexist

    A funny/infuriating thing happened to me last week. I was at our local supermarket checkout with a trolley full o’food, unpacking it all (my least favourite part of the shopping experience) onto the conveyor belt. I had Ethan in the carrier in front of me sleeping and as any mama knows, trying to pick anything below waist(…)

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    portrait of my son, once a week, every week for one year You’re 24 weeks old Ethan and you’re currently out walking the streets with your poor Dad, screaming blue murder because you won’t go to sleep. Morning naps have been fantastic, afternoon? Not so much. In this photo you had just finished obliterating a strawberry,(…)

  • chilli cherry chocolate

    I’m part of a local Mum’s Group. We’re all first time Mum’s with babies aged within 7 weeks of each other. Apparently, in our area alone there are 60 babies born every month! That to me, is mind boggling. Where are all these pregnant women at? I never seem to see many waddlers around these(…)

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    portrait of my son, once a week, every week for one year Ethan you are 23 weeks old and you are an absolute joy lately. You’re becoming very cuddly, you’re getting the concept of kisses and smiling more often than crying. It’s amazing. Daddy’s playing you ‘Norweigan Wood’ by the Beatles in this picture. It’s(…)

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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.

clean eating

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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, soothing, trying anything to get him to calm down.

We actually ended up in the Emergency room with him at one stage. He ran a temperature of 38.9 and went completely listless in my arms. Very, very scary. After a few hours and several checks at the hospital, we were sent home with the explanation of ‘some kind of virus, maybe’.

But I knew there was something else. Ethan had been increasingly irritable, he was breaking out in little spots of eczema all over his body and he was really really gassy. I decided to do a little bit of Dr. Google consulting and found that these were all symptoms of too much dairy in a breastfeeding mother’s diet. I also looked into the effects of gluten and the results were pretty much the same.

And to be honest, over the last two weeks, I have been eating cheese and bread by the metric f*ck ton. The thought of no toast, butter, chocolate, nutella, pasta (and it turns out so much more than I ever could have imagined) made my tired, sleep deprived body feel so miserable.

But looking at my little boy and seeing his cracked, bleeding skin whilst I tried my best to soothe him when he screamed at night, I knew I had to give it a shot.

For the last 4 days I’ve been completely gluten and dairy free. I’ve promised myself 3 weeks to gauge Ethan’s response, but the verdict is already in. His skin is clearing up, he’s way less gassy and as I type this he is sleeping soundly at a time he’s usually be inconsolable. His day and night sleeps are way, WAY longer and he’s the happiest little boy by day.

I am gobsmacked at how much what I’ve been eating had affected his little body.

Had I known sooner, I would definitely have re-evaluated that KFC.

And to be honest, me? I feel like I’ve been hit by a train. It’s like a 4 day hangover, complete with stomach cramps. But apparently the gluten/dairy come down only lasts about 5 days, so I’ll be sure to keep you all posted.

Any of you have your own food intolerances?
I’d love to know.

Love and clean eating,

Naomi

xoxo

workin’

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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 sh*t together and know how to treat people rock my world.

I don’t often share my design work here, but as I’m taking on more projects, you’ll be seeing a bit more of it around these parts along with the usual posts of course.

Love and a good ole mood board.

Naomi

xoxo

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remember that time i was sexist

A funny/infuriating thing happened to me last week.

I was at our local supermarket checkout with a trolley full o’food, unpacking it all (my least favourite part of the shopping experience) onto the conveyor belt. I had Ethan in the carrier in front of me sleeping and as any mama knows, trying to pick anything below waist height up with a baby strapped to you requires some serious squat and reach skills. I was struggling to say the least.

In front of me stood a man probably in his late 30′s who stared at me struggling. Actual stared. Then when my increasingly awkward squat and reach routine stopped entertaining him, he took out his phone dissolved into the screen while the rest of his shopping was processed by the checkout lady. A little old (really old) lady behind me started to help me. I was flustered, embarrassed and furious. From my car, I then tweeted this…

 

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And what ensued? A Twitter smack down by my male Twitter friends of how I was making a grossly unfair broad generalisation of men. And as the penny of these responses dropped, it dawned on me that had a man tweeted something similar addressing “#women of the world” he would likely have been mauled online and burned at the stake. So why, did I think it was cool to publicly ‘educate’ men on their collective downfalls?

I don’t know.

All I know is this, I was angry at the person in front of me. I believed that person should have shown me, as a person, some kindness and helped. In all fairness, I could also have asked for the help instead of just expecting it. And really, it had nothing to do with his gender.

What resulted was a very sexist spew on Twitter. And for that, I apologise.
I consider myself an open, fair person who wants nothing more that complete gender equality. So looking at this response kind of surprises me and opens my eyes to the fact that no matter how open I think I am, there’s clearly still a bit of societal conditioning in there that’s skewing my moral compass and giving me a misplaced sense of entitlement as a woman to belittle men.
Something we ladies should maybe look out for. Sexism goes both ways… Who knew?

Love and an honest heart,

Naomi

xoxo

P.S. If this interested you, you should read this excellent post by Anastasia on ‘Re-Branding Chivalry” and this beautiful piece from Danielle LaPorte on “Females trash-talking males (and why it’s holding us back)”.

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

You’re 24 weeks old Ethan and you’re currently out walking the streets with your poor Dad, screaming blue murder because you won’t go to sleep. Morning naps have been fantastic, afternoon? Not so much. In this photo you had just finished obliterating a strawberry, hence the super stained bib and slobbery face. Strawberries are totally your fave right now. I think this is my favourite photo of you yet.

THINGS ROCKING YOUR WORLD

1. Shaking your head from side to side like a dog with a chew toy for no reason other than your own entertainment.
2. Tags on clothes, toys, car seat. You’re starting to pinch your little fingers together to touch them. Super cute and apparently a massive developmental leap.
3. Bashing things off other things. Wooden spoon and any hard surface seem to be the best fun.
4. Standing up and watching your feet. I swear you’re trying to take steps sometimes.
5. Holding your own sippy cup. You haven’t mastered tilting it yet, but the rest you’ve got down.

THINGS NOT CUTTING THE MUSTARD

1. Having myself or Daddy walk across the room. You’re high pitched squealing now. Really high pitched squealing.
2. Having your nose cleaned.

You’re more smiley than ever and we’re all loving it.

And we all love you.

Naomi (aka Mum)

xoxo

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