I’m back with more links on parenthood. Once the little ones are down for the night, you can read up on school lunch ideas, yoga poses for back pain, motherhood depression, having a third baby and an article a mother wrote about being naked in front of her kids.
To be or not to be naked in front of your little one? This is a topic I find myself discussing with other mothers of little boys on a regular basis.
This is a post I have been meaning to complete since I first started this blog. The number of changes a woman experiences after having a baby are endless. Some are hilarious, others downright depressing but all become subsequent changes of the type of love you cannot live without.
1. Face masks should never be applied unless you are certain your kids are fast asleep. Walking into their bedroom in the middle of the night to calm them from a nightmare with a face mask on can be a regretful experience.
Packing Georgie’s lunch box is, apparently, a thrilling task. I have so much fun with it (most times) and try to include exciting yet healthy options. Apart from the school’s ‘no nut policy’, which means peanut butter is out of the question (boohoo) I think the possibilities are endless. I set time aside in the evening to get as much as I can ready for the morning and always keep in mind that I am feeding a three-year old, so small portions and bite-sized pieces are key. I photographed some of the lunches and snacks I put together during Georgie’s first and second week. Let’s see how long this lasts! (ha!)
Kids and school were (almost) the only two topics my girlfriends and I discussed last night over dinner. The beginning of the school year is a hot issue talked about by mothers all over the world especially by the ones who are new to the circle. When it comes to under 6s tears are unavoidable no matter what you do but there are ways to work around the sudden change, slowly and steadily. These tips have helped make our mornings easier.
Monday, September 1. A day I had been dreading since we decided Georgie should attend pre-school. I kept mentioning to my friends and family how wonderfuly excited I am. It will be good for him, they would answer and I agreed. Still, having him by my side for three and a half years meant that separation anxiety was bound to rear its ugly head. It did and last week I fell into the deepest depression hole. I would burst into tears at least once a day and hold him a little longer every night before bedtime. He isn’t going anywhere, papa would say. He’s still your baby. But he’s wrong. And that’s the problem. He’s not a baby anymore.