Daniel has been classified a “toddler” for a month. A phase I have been warned about. It just came so quickly I feel like, we didn’t have enough time to prepare for it, emotionally and physically. He has all he needs though, a new wardrobe and such but there’s is much I did not prepare for too. Like, him moving from being a baby to being a little boy.Β Toddler-hoodΒ is not for sissy’s!
Most women look forward to having kids one day, its part of our picture perfect dream of our lives – together with white picket fences. One day, when it happens for us, there is so much joy, and excitement. So much preparation. SO. MUCH. PREPARATION. Everything should beΒ perfect for this new little life. Yet, in all my preparations, no one prepared me for the “mom judgement”. (more…)
At first I thought I was the only one who cleaned when I was angry or anxious. When I did a bit of research as to why I do this – I actually found out “angry cleaning” and “cleaning rage” is an actual thing. Most people feel a compulsive urge to clean something when they are annoyed or frustrated about or with someone.Β (more…)
More than anything else, the title of this post is aimed at me. At my struggle. My struggle with postnatal depression.
Daniel is a week shy of 8 months, he is exclusively breastfed and one of the sweetest babies. I am not just saying that. It’s hard to blame my “baby blues” on him is all I mean, which is something I did for a long time. I told myself it was okay to feel tired, (more…)
I know that I am always looking for gorgeous baby items to buy for Daniel. When we go to shops Ian tries to move as far from the baby aisles as possible. I am that mom. (more…)