Those that follow me on Instagram will know that this week I tossed my favourite ballet flats in the bin...cause they made my feet ache...even in the middle of the night when I got up to my party animal son..:(( They weren't expensive...so throwing them out wasn't a huge loss but they weren't that old and not warn out either. BUT..they were not good for me or my mood for that matter...(this is how I am going to justify my purchase to The Minister if...
Almost 12 freaking months of hideous screaming in pain..yes my boy is 3 weeks off turning 1. My Lil D was nicknamed Screamer Stewart by moi..as an effectionate name for a little man that had turned my world upside down and gave me a fair kick in the arse. Yeah yeah the R word again...reflux..it suxs. I wonder if it will ever end.?? Anyway...we have been a bit toothless amongst all of this. However, yesterday...lookie lookie what I found.. Ouchie Mumma...yes that is two you...
Baby wearing isn't a term I was familiar with a year ago, neither attachment parenting. I was the sort of Mum that parented from her heart with my older girls and if it didn't feel right I wouldn't go down that road. If they cried, my arms were always emptied to hold them. I did have a baby carrier which I used when they were young to take a walk around the shops or when they become unsettled at home however they become too heavy...