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Yesterday I laid out the details of a goal.
A goal that I really want to achieve.
A goal that I’ve given myself 10 weeks to achieve.
A goal that is going to take lots of hard work. Hard work, blood, sweat and tears. Hopefully more sweat than tears. And absolutely no beers.
The work starts now. Bring on Summer!
You can read all about it here and follow my progress.
I’m doing this to be healthy. Not to be skinny. Kate Moss is not an icon. Being happy and fantastic, that is!
Wish me luck. xx
As you can see, today’s mission was accomplished. That’s all for now.
To all those waking up, have a great day. To all those off to bed, sweet dreams.
Remember, enjoy your day.. you’ll never get it again!
OK so we’re still working on the contented bit!
A Baby Cereal beard!
It’s been a week now since we started introducing solids to the little one, solids on more of a regular basis that is. It’s been one week of torture some could say. Well torture compared to the usual behaviour that I’ve grown accustomed to.
She turns six-months-old this week, my gosh she’s growing up so fast. Every milestone feels bitter-sweet. We’re so happy that she is reaching the all important developmental goals, but we both kind of wish she’d stay this little forever. I kind of wish she’d turn into a little Immortal Child like in Twilight. I talk about this here. Because you see, Little V is one amazing little baby, so happy and laid-back. She’s an absolute dream to look after. To be honest, caring for her as her second mum, she has spoilt me. I think I’m going to be in for a shock when I get around to having kids of my own one day. Mum (and probably Kevin too if you’re reading) you can start breathing again, that day is still a very long time away)!!
Despite how easy my little baby usually is, this week has been tough. Introducing solids as been an uphill battle. A very steep and rugged uphill battle. I know she’s ready for it, and we’re following the most amazing book ever. I was lucky enough to consult The Contented Little Baby Book of Weaning when I cared for my favourite little Zacetac, so it’s great to be able to do it again with little baby V. But let me tell you,
I’m fairly sure that more food has landed on the floor, on my clothes and in my hair, and all over V’s face, than in her mouth.
Cue very hungry, tired and grizzly little baby. All day. Oh and she’s teething… joy!
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A must read. It well melt your heart and give you a new way of approaching each day. From the perspective of a 6-year-old.
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Live simply.Love generously.Care deeply.Speak kindly.
Does competitiveness and winning still exist?
I got to watch (and participate) in Miss Charlie’s sports carnival today.
I was so excited. Quite possibly more excited for it than she was. I was practising my cheer and wearing my house colours, supporting the happy, fun, full of energy, competitive vibe that is “Sports Day” at school.
I can recall numerous lunch breaks for weeks leading up to our carnivals in which we were all out on the sports ovals practising our house cheer and march. It was a serious thing. Never mind the fact that I’m naturally a competitive person (OK, perhaps a flaw that I’ve been perpetuating for years now), our sports carnivals were all about which house colour could accrue the most points and be declared winners. Come to think of it, maybe I’m so competitive now because my “house” never won and therefore I’m ever pursuing the unachievable dream.. But that’s a piece for another day.
Well, you could imagine my sheer wonder and horror amazement when I discovered the fact that Miss Charlie and the rest of her junior school friends were in-fact not using a real spoon and egg for the races… I know, right, blew me away too!
They instead had wooden paddles and wooden shaped egg-things-that-weren’t-really-eggs.
What happens when their hands wibble wobble and they drop their eggs? I’ll tell you. They bend right down and pick them up and put them back on their wooden-paddle-spoon.
And so I ask, where’s the lesson in that?
