• 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(…)

  • 15/52

    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(…)

  • 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(…)

  • 14/52

    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,(…)

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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15/52

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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

theyarewhatyoueat-01

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’

bnbdesignmoodboard

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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