tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67110954166178612772024-02-21T15:30:51.621+11:00Winter LoveNataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.comBlogger392125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-60294429155195405862013-05-18T22:48:00.000+10:002013-05-18T23:03:56.551+10:00Stella Winter: nearly three. <img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/IMG_6211.jpg" width="500" /><br />
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This age has brought with it such laughter and happiness to my heart. My nearly three year old has become a <span style="font-size: large;">fun-loving, creative and cheerful</span> little being. Her personality still exudes humour and cheek, but she has developed some other qualities that are just as exciting to watch grow. Most recently, she has taken on the characteristic of a mini-mother. No-one is safe from her nurturing, lecturing and guidance...I often catch her toilet training her dollys, disciplining her imaginary friends and am regularly told how I am "being such a good girl". It ignites a sweet spark of pride in me watching her show love and care in this way, I just know she will make an incredible mother in her future. Maybe that is her ultimate calling too? To nurture a family of her own.<br />
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Our bond as Mother and Daughter has stregthened, she is not only my little one but <span style="font-size: large;">my companion</span>, my spirit-lifter and my motivator. She has taken an interest in all the little things I enjoy, I guess we learn from what we see. We become our environment. Our favourite ways to spend time together lately include tinkering in my make-up case, colouring, drawing and painting, watching sunrises and admiring weather, collecting leaves and natures treasures and the all-time favourite of Stellas... sharing 'chinos' at coffee shops. <br />
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I love that Stella is <span style="font-size: large;">learning what she loves</span>. At the moment that is pine cones, singing, cats, fairies, tutus, shoes, peanut butter, swing-sets, spreading her own toast, the colour blue, peas, buttons and trampolines. I just love that she loves. And I love when she proclaims, "Oh mummy, I LOVE this..."<br />
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With a heightened sense of observation, she has become more aware of the wider world and the multitude of things it presents. She'll become upset if something she watches on TV is less than pleasant and often feels worried for those who are upset or in distress, <span style="font-size: large;">her empathy </span>is a beautiful gift. This has me being extra conscious of filtering what enters her evolving mind, it has made me extra aware of what our society projects onto the blank canvas that is our children. Rather than fret over the negativity, I need to use this as fuel for creating an environment and outlook that shapes her awareness that is uplifting, open, self loving and accepting. I want to shield her from the excess materialism, the obsession with appearances, an inability to accept minorities and the endangered status of creatively yearning. I guess that I should listen to those clever little quotes typed on picturesque background that I <a href="http://pinterest.com/">pin</a> to no end, "Be the change you wish to see". <br />
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She often brings up the concept of 'being a grown-up', asking me what she might do when she reaches the milestone. Usually her <span style="font-size: large;">adulthood dreams</span> involve going to the shop to buy some lollies or being allowed to have chewing gum and licking the vegemite from the knife. It has me wondering what may be in store for her. I worry of the challenges that lay ahead of us; school, bullying, friendships, self-esteem, pressure, stress, self-control and morals. I find if I let my mind think to those struggles too often; I become overly anxious and reaching for the nearest book about adolescence. I'll be honest with you; teenage-hood scares the bejeepers out of me.<br />
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I know no matter what the road she travels along is shaped like, she will always remain a make-up of her strongest qualities; determination, empathy, creativity and humour. <span style="font-size: large;">She is a leader</span>, she was born to guide and direct to achieve her wondrous visions. <br />
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In just 2 years and 10 months, this tiny human has shaped my life and changed my outlook more than I could have imagined. I am so proud she is mine and so thankful I am hers.<br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">P.S. Our sweet Isla will have a long-awaited update feature soon, I promise!</span>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-84298002579366206142013-05-09T20:51:00.000+10:002013-05-09T20:51:05.737+10:00Mama Love Day.<img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/mamaday.jpg" width="500" /><br />
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All I want for <span style="font-size: large;">Mothers Day</span> is slobbery kisses and crinkled up paintings. Call me crazy, but I don't even particularly want a sleep-in (Please note; this sentence may be retracted at any point in time). My true gift is with me everyday, <span style="font-size: large;">two little girls</span> who turn to me for love, comfort and guidance.<br />
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Although, I am not completely void of materialism. I still browse cleverly marketed Mothers Day catalogues and circle eye catching bargains with highlighters. So although I don't <i>want</i> any gifts, it doesn't mean I wouldn't be pleasantly surprised and <span style="font-size: large;">secretly stoked</span> with one of these goodies.Welcome to (yet another) wishlist!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1.</span> Weight training gloves from <a href="http://www.sportsauthority.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3190129&cp=3077568.3077639.2623675&pg=1&parentPage=family">Sports Authority </a> <span style="font-size: large;">2.</span> <a href="http://www.delonghi.com/au_en/family/breakfast-brillante/">Brillante black kettle</a><span style="font-size: large;"> 3.</span> Revitalise spa melts by<a href="http://www.dusk.com.au/products/whats-new/spa-melts-3pk-revitalize.aspx"> Dusk </a><span style="font-size: large;">4.</span> Fruit and veg cloth <a href="http://www.enjo.com.au/kitchen-care/fruit-and-veg-cloth.html">by enjo</a> <span style="font-size: large;">5.</span> 'Pop down sweet flock' pendant by <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/125149860/that-vintage-pop-down-sweet-flock?ref=shop_home_active">That Vintage</a> <span style="font-size: large;">6.</span> 'I Quit Sugar' <a href="http://www.sarahwilson.com.au/chocolate-cookbook/">chocolate cookbook</a> by Sarah Wilson <span style="font-size: large;">7. </span><a href="http://www.panachocolate.com/i-love-you-mum-gift-box/">Pana Chocolate</a> gift box <span style="font-size: large;">8. </span><a href="http://www.orlakiely.com/uk.cfm/paper/stationery/0STAACP216/20535/Olive/">Orla Kiely Stationary </a><br />
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What goodies do you suspect will make their way to you this Mothers Day? What are you planning to treat your own mama bear with?<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Stop what you are doing</span> (unless it is very important of course), put on an episode of Sesame Street and pull out the pacifying crackers if you have to, and visit <a href="http://www.authentichappiness.sas.upenn.edu/default.aspx">this website.</a> Yes, I know it looks uninviting, bland and white-coaty. But the next five to fifty minutes you spend there will be worth it.<br />
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I can't even remember how my Sunday night online reading lead me to this site, but being the introspective person I am I found myself taking <span style="font-size: large;">Authentic Happiness</span> questionnaires. What a dork I am! Although, hopefully what an authentically happy dork I am! <br />
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The most meaningful discovery for me was being shown my personal and character strengths, its very easy to get disheartened and negative if life isn't going the way you envisioned. For me, its when I am feeling less than challenged and productive. Being reminded of your <span style="font-size: large;">personal strengths </span>and capabilities can be a huge kick in the behind and give you the burst of motivation you need to tackle areas of your life that need sprucing, adjusting and changing. I'd definitely recommend you take the Personal Strengths and Character Strengths questionnaires, you may be reminded of who you are and inspired to be closer to <span style="font-size: large;">who you want to be.</span><br />
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I love accidentally <span style="font-size: large;">discovering inspiration</span> and self motivation! I'd be curious to hear what your results were? Were you surprised or secretly aware?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love, </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">P.S.</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">I've taken the notion of self-love Sunday from the beautiful and forever inspiring Amelia from <a href="http://nurtureandshine.com/">Nurture and Shine</a>. She often talks about self love and nurturing on her Instagram. She's given me a whole new bout of motivation for self awareness and self love.</span> Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-87563691849473135372013-05-01T21:52:00.001+10:002013-05-01T21:52:15.335+10:00Clouds and Comforts<img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/d157a1b6-5b22-4865-a57a-0e1f691b193d.jpg" width="500" /><br />
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Winter is my <span style="font-size: large;">happy place</span>; most who know me, know this. The season brews a feeling of excitement in me, a feeling of comfort and wonderment. Although it's still Autumn here, Winter is teasing me with sneak peaks and pretty previews...and I love it! This afternoon I was lucky enough to have some escape time (I even skipped witching hour!) and the universe aligned some of my favourite things into one<span style="font-size: large;"> beautiful wintry bundle.</span><br />
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I met with my dear friend <a href="http://www.thatvintage.com.au/about.php?pagename=About">Sophie</a>, sipped hot Monk Pear tea and munched on cashews whilst watching a storm unfold. Ahhhhh, <span style="font-size: large;">the simple pleasures!</span><br />
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We sat outside in the sunshine and within five minutes, a clear blue sky turned a rumbly grey. Then came the crash of hail. Not often in this small town do we experience the thrill of hail. Erratic weather, however is a norm. That's part of the reason this place will forever be my home. I love our weather. <br />
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Sophie too, shares a love for the greyest of days. It was so <span style="font-size: large;">rejuvenating </span>spending some simple hours 'just being' with such an inspirational friend. I always leave a date with Soph filled to the brim with motivation and bursting with <span style="font-size: large;">creative energy</span>. It was just what I needed to unplug the mother in me and re-charge her.<br />
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What re-charges the parent in you? Does anyone else share the same intense love for clouds, umbrellas and raindrops?<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love,</span><br />
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<br />Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-90802526952984776542013-04-24T12:20:00.000+10:002013-04-24T12:21:11.415+10:00Lovely Links Of Late<img alt="lovely links of late" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/lovelylinksoflatecopy.jpg" width="500" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Living simply may mean living happily, what are your thoughts? Danielle from <a href="http://sometimessweet.blogspot.com.au/2013/03/living-simply.html">Sometimes Sweet</a> ponders the question.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{ </span>I love finding new reads that make me giggle and feel empowered simultaneously, <a href="http://www.eatthedamncake.com/">give this</a> one a moment of your time, I think you'll love it too! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Both of these posts are beautiful. Two totally different mamas, being totally honest about the insecurities they have about themselves when parenting their daughters. Two posts on self-awareness, self confidence and personal growth. Read them <a href="http://www.harpershappenings.com/2013/01/24/ramblings-on-parenting-and-i-do-mean-ramblings/">here</a> and <a href="http://dearbabyblog.com/post/41368244678/on-raising-a-three-year-old-the-beauty-in-failure">here</a>. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> There is too much silence surrounding mental illness in the world. If you read only one thing on Lori's inspiring blog, make it <a href="http://www.rrsahm.com/mental-health/">this page. </a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{ </span>Baby baby baby baby baby. I heart <a href="http://tabithaemma.com/a-little-announcement/">baby news</a>! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> 10 things not to say to your kids...I am guilty of at least 5 of these, but I'll now consider my words more carefully. Thanks <a href="http://thekidcounselor.com/articles/10-things-not-to-say-to-your-kids/">The Kid Counsellor</a>!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> I attended my gorgeous cousins wedding in January, check out the <a href="http://sim-hakunamatata.blogspot.com.au/2013/03/sim-and-alex-12-january-2013.html">stunning photos</a>! It was a truly beautiful wedding. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Do you think you could give up yelling for a whole 365 days? A year of not raising your voice at your children, even in the most testing of times? <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/the-orange-rhino/10-things-i-learned-when-i-stopped-yelling_b_2886161.html">This woman</a> did! I am in awe!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{ </span>Good to know- Products on Australian shelves that contain <a href="http://www.facebook.com/palmoilproductsinAustralia">palm oil. </a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> <a href="http://raisingchildren.net.au/articles/feeling_stressed.html/context/303">Stress and parenting</a> can come hand-in-hand like wine with a hangover. But, it can be managed and prevented. Don't let the everyday stresses of parenthood weigh you down, care for yourself like you would care for another. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love,</span><br />
<img alt="winterlove blog natalie" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/Untitled-2copy.jpg" width="500" />Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-31858843922031772122013-04-16T20:55:00.001+10:002013-04-16T20:55:18.944+10:00Imperfect Truths. <img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/Screen-shot-2012-07-05-at-80814-AM.png" width="500" /><br />
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Sometimes, motherhood can be glorified beyond recognition. We have the ability to layer varnish upon varnish atop the weathered and withered reality that being a mother is. I think that's where the <span style="font-size: large;">super mum phenomenon</span> was born and bred...we've added a large dose of misconception to the mixture and slathered it on thick. I am guilty of glossing my mum-life up, as most (especially bloggers and mothers in the public eye) are. <a href="http://natalie-winterlove.blogspot.com.au/2012/05/measuring-mamas-success.html">I've written</a> about the effect super-mum syndrome has had on my life before, and still have internal struggles to this day.<br />
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A part of me feels very passionate about stamping that super-mum phenomenon to the ground, creating <span style="font-size: large;">protest against it</span>, making movements to object it and encouraging others to reject it. But, I also know that a significant part of me is still clutched tightly by this deceptive syndrome. Baby steps are key, baby.<br />
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What dawned on me most recently, was our hesitation to tell it like it is. I've also learnt along my journey of Motherhood that 'telling it like it is' is a significant coping mechanism for me. I'm not sure if it's the honesty, the 'realness' or the acceptance that reassures me most. I also LOVE hearing other mamas keeping it real, I am very blessed to have a beautiful circle of friends who are mothers. We are all very close, very honest and very supportive of each other and adore sharing the <span style="font-size: large;">imperfect truths </span>together.<br />
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So in the spirit of 'anti super mum', I am going to share with you my imperfect truths of the week, shed light on my imperfections and <span style="font-size: large;">perfect normality </span>and accept them wholly. Do you want to join the movement? Let's make a protest together; for each other!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Truth #1: </span>I no longer fold my laundry. That's right, drop your jaw. With at least one load of washing a day (which usually accumulates until Monday) I have far too much washing to fold and put away. The girls are forever making food messes, paint messes and I am forever making cooking messes. So, my new tactic in order to get that basket empty is to just open and shove. Open the drawer, shove it in, close the drawer and walk away.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Truth #2:</span> I was busy feeding Isla her mashed veg at lunch one day last week when Stella decided she couldn't wait a second longer for her lunch. So, (with my verbal guidance) she went to the fridge, got out the jug of noodles and sat herself up on the couch eating cold noodles from a 500ml jug with her fingers. They both ate, they both smiled. Winning all around if you ask me!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Truth #3:</span> I take my phone with me to the toilet, so if I am lucky enough to have little faces leave me alone for one minute I can sneak in some mindless Instagramming. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Truth #4:</span> Nick treated himself to a box of Coco Pops and offered them to Stella one morning instead of her usual Weetbix. Of course, she loved them, inhaling every last chocolatey rice puff and then drinking the sweet milk. "Mummy, I LOVE Popo Cocks!" she proudly proclaimed. I didn't correct her and I didn't lecture Nick on nutrition because; Popo Cocks sounds cute (for now) and the smiles from them both at the dining table were worth it. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Truth #5:</span> From 9am to 4:30pm yesterday, a 30 minute Fairies DVD played on repeat. That's fifteen times I agreed to "One more time mama?". Obviously a big chunk of this time was spent inattentive to The Fairies. But still, a significant amount of time was spent dancing and singing about Barnaby the Busy Busy Bee. <br />
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What imperfect truths have you got to share this week? Join me in the movement and tell me yours, or hashtag your imperfect but wonderful mothering moments on Istagram (#imperfecttruths). Baby steps to stamping down that super-mum, baby steps!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love,</span><br />
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It wouldn't be true to busy-real-mama style if I didn't publish my Easter post a week late and what better way to keep things real than to run late! (add this to the 'lies I tell myself' list)<br />
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So, <span style="font-size: large;">Happy belated Easter!</span> From our family to yours! What did your Easter involve this year? Was it sugar filled? Laid back or hyped up? <br />
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Plenty of love,<br />
<img alt="winterlove blog natalie" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/Untitled-2copy.jpg" width="500" />Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-30215832508993281222013-04-06T19:51:00.000+11:002013-04-06T19:51:01.972+11:00Lovely Links of Late<img alt="lovely links of late" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/lovelylinksoflatecopy.jpg" width="500" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Winter is my happy place; the colours, the rain, the woolen scarves. How stunning is<a href="http://atigerheart.blogspot.com.au/2013/02/winter-nymph.html"> this winter photoshoot</a>? It has me yearning for plum lipstick and grey knit weather!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> "Motherhood is a sacred and beautiful gift. It's a messy one, a painful one, it's tiring and beyond beautiful...it breaks your heart and then heals it." Perfect words as always from Jess Gatlyn of <a href="http://bohobabybump.blogspot.com.au/2012/10/heart-thoughts-on-motherhood.html">Boho Baby Bump.</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Birth Story Alert! I'm a little late to the party, but it was so good finally reading <a href="http://jenloveskev.com/2013/02/20/the-birth-story-of-finley-james/">Jens birth story</a> on the sweet little Finley. Such a precious family. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{ </span>My current favourite creative read? <a href="http://toriejayne.blogspot.com.au/">Torie Jayne</a>. Everything is beautiful! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span><a href="http://www.delightfully-tacky.com/2013/03/q-staying-positive-through-hard-times.html"> A post</a> about how to stay positive through hard times. A lovely read on Delightfully Tacky, I think it's something we can all relate to at some point in our lives.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Found via <a href="http://honeybeeinthecity.blogspot.com.au/">Little Chief Honeybee</a>, <a href="http://www.xojane.com/family/if-you-play-with-your-belly-button-your-bum-falls-off-and-other-lies-to-tell-your-child">THIS</a> is a humorous (yet deadly honest) tale about white lies parents dish out to their children. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Speaking of LCH, I finally caught up on all Kaelah's posts and just loved the heartfelt resolutions she set for 2013. <a href="http://honeybeeinthecity.blogspot.com.au/2012/12/out-with-old-in-with-new.html">Read it here</a>, it'll have you feeling motivated. My favourite resolution is the one she wrote on 'engaging with only those who inspire you'. She describes obligatory following as 'social media noise', which is very true. Stimulation comes from every angle when following blogs, idols and muses; make sure what gets through to you is what really counts.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Sweet potatoes and avocado, two of my most favourite foods ever. Spicy sweet potato fries with avocado dip? Oh, I'm salivating! Thanks <a href="http://www.shutterbean.com/2013/spicy-sweet-potato-fries-w-avocado-dip/#more-18970">Shutterbean</a>!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Photographer Natalie McComas is working on a portrait series featuring subjects with dramatic birthmarks. Check out '<a href="http://www.natmccomas.com/blog/beautiful-in-this-skin">Beautiful In This Skin</a>'. P.S. her other photography is stunning also.<br />
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{ 'My Parenting Anger Management Plan' by Naomi from <a href="http://www.sevencherubs.com/2013/01/my-parenting-anger-management-plan.html">Seven Cherubs</a> is one for the emergency bookmarks. Have it ready to read when you feel as though you are about to lose it. <br />
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<br />Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-40662680793359393532013-04-01T20:37:00.000+11:002013-04-01T20:37:44.904+11:00Hurry up, relax!<img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/nails.jpg" width="500" /><br />
Painting my nails is probably one of the most mindful tasks I occasionally indulge in...because with wet fingernails, you cant<i> do</i>. You can only <i>be.</i> I am forever doing, and sometimes I forget how good it feels to just be. I've been practicing the <span style="font-size: large;">art of mindfulness</span> (more on this later) as much as I can lately, and it really is a challenge. Sometimes I need to make a conscious effort to schedule in my mindfulness, other times it just finds me. Like, when I'm painting my nails in a rare child-free house.<br />
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I don't know about you, but when I have a few moments to myself without children around, I become a flustered mess. How much can I possibly fit in the two hours or so? How many jobs can I get done? how much re-charging can I accomplish? Hurry, hurry, hurry. <span style="font-size: large;">Hurry up and relax!</span> More often than not, I pass that two hours by buzzing around thinking about what I could be getting done, rushing and forcing relaxation (which really isn't relaxing at all) and doing, doing, doing. I am determined to throw this concept out the door, it really isn't working for me or for my inner calm.<br />
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</tbody></table>I came across this quote quite some time ago and every now and then it jingles in the back of my head. We need to stop the <span style="font-size: large;">glorification of busy</span>. Being busy is sadly far more acceptable in society (especially in the parenting community) than 'just being' is. Yet, I know for me 'just being' often brings the most enjoyable and magical times in my motherhood journey. Surprisingly, they can be the most productive and accomplishing also. The most memorable moments with my children are born from impromptu, spontaneous days and these are often the days I find myself teaching them new things about the world, helping them master a new skill or inspiring new passions within them. <br />
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What do you think about the expectations on parents, mothers especially, to be busy and multi-tasking to a comatose state? I get so incredibly angry at the misconceptions our society has created surrounding motherhood and the super-mum phenomenon. <br />
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'Just being' is going to be a work-in-progress for me and if I can ensure that every day has a significant chunk of mindfulness involved, I will be one very zen mama! It seems I'm adding to my list of mantra's to live by; Less is more, Everything simplified and Just be. <br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love,</span><br />
<img alt="winterlove blog natalie" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/Untitled-2copy.jpg" width="500" />Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-78479503313497761512013-03-28T20:40:00.001+11:002013-03-28T20:40:10.117+11:00Easter; simplified. <img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/ad38086134bd8a00aac5adf6cc142f1e.jpg" width="500" /><br />
This year, with such a busy family, I wanted to keep <span style="font-size: large;">Easter</span> very simple. After all, simple is the new detailed right?<br />
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I've found that browsing Pinterest and braving the frantic chocolate-filled stores does two things to me; either<span style="font-size: large;"> 1.</span> I become this crazed woman who pulls hair to get the best eggs in her basket and spends four hours seeking out matching bunny outfits for the entire family or <span style="font-size: large;">2. </span>I shake my head in disbelief and disgust at the <span style="font-size: large;">hype <span style="font-size: small;">surrounding holidays</span></span> and the loss of meaning in such things.<br />
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My default of course, is to do the crazy mama thing and go berserk. It's in my creative minded nature and OCD tendencies, but this year I decided to chose the latter. No, I haven't banned chocolate and yes, I do have an <a href="http://pinterest.com/winterloveblog/easterrific/">Easter board</a> on Pinterest. But I am not letting the preparation and expectations of this holiday smother me. I am not letting this be a <span style="font-size: large;">stressful Easter.</span> (I'm a stress-free mama, hear me roar!)<br />
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Each child or couple within our family is getting a very simple brown paper bag, filled with very simple and average sized Easter eggs. Nothing the size of a saucepan, nothing shaped like a bunny with ears on steroids and nothing stamped with branding not at all related to the meaning of Easter. (I am working on a post about what Easter means for me and for our family, it will be here soon!) I jazzed up the bags a little with some very cheap craft supplies and now, three days out from 'bunny day' we are completely organised with having only stepped foot in a supermarket and a craft store. <br />
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However, I couldn't escape a few creative details that my heart was desiring. I let Stella paint some polystyrene eggs in purple and beige and we went crazy with superfine silver glitter. The result; a pretty centrepiece to sit on our table for the Easter holidays. I've also got plans for my first ever cake-pop making experience and have made some seriously sweet bunny ears for my little bunnies to wear, both of which I will share with you soon!<br />
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Easter Sunday itself will most likely be very simple too; a casual family BBQ. As long as the girls are surrounded by people who love them, the smell of chocolate is in their hair and the sun is shining, I am happy. <br />
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Perhaps this will be my new motherhood mantra; <span style="font-size: large;">Everything Simplified.</span><br />
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What are your plans for Easter? Do you at times feel overwhelmed from the 'hype'?<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love,</span><br />
<img alt="winterlove blog natalie" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/Untitled-2copy.jpg" width="500" />Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-2286716174628840542013-03-26T20:29:00.001+11:002013-03-26T20:29:37.839+11:00Glitter in the coffee. <img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/glitter-1.jpg" width="500" /><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Some days call for glitter.</span> Or Splarkelys as Stella likes to call them. Splarkelys make everything much brighter on dreary and funky days, you can't scorn children with glitter on their little button noses!<br />
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As a parent we all have <span style="font-size: large;">'those' days</span>, 'those' days tend to be my everyday some weeks. But, what if you could turn the day around? Throw a spanner in the works of a glum, tension-filled household? I know that once I am in a funk I find it super hard to get out of it, if our morning is filled with food-spilling accidents, sibling rivalry or a lost piece of jewellery it's pretty easy to write the whole day off as 'one of those'. Self-fulfilling prophecy answers our call and there you have it... a<span style="font-size: large;"> bad day.</span><br />
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Pretty simple cycle to get caught in really and with young children, it is oh-so-easy to do. Lately I have been challenging myself to take every moment as a new one in order to turn our days around and tonight I thought I'd share with you four fail proof <span style="font-size: large;">turn-the-frown-upside-down</span> tricks to put the shine back in your day!<br />
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Glitter makes most toddlers smile. Yeah, it's kind of messy and it gets everywhere, but it makes everything look prettier. Even the mess will look pretty. I have every colour imaginable (Thank you Reject Shop) with a shaker top lid and let Stella shake it onto collages and paintings. When you're drinking that almost cold coffee and saying "Please don't wipe snot in your sisters hair" for the fifteen-hundredth time, the sight of a get away piece of glitter in your coffee has got to make you smile. Or cry. But lets hope for the smiles, at the very least you'll end up with a spot of glitter in your teeth and that will make someone else smile. <br />
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I'm a big believer in naps, it really is a shame that my children aren't. Never underestimate the power of a nap for your child. Over tiredness really does fuel temper tantrums and although it may be a struggle convincing them to go, it will be worth it for the refreshed bundles they'll emerge as. Some days, when luck is really going my way...both of my girls nap at the same time or at least for a cross-over period of twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of pure bloody gold. Tea, crackers, Pinterest and grown-up TV; a sure fire way to get you back on your game. <br />
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...to anything, for any reason! I've come to realise how much I sing as I 'do'. "Maaaakkking you a sandwich, oh you better eeeeeat it, don't throw it on the flooooor, or I'll probably lose my s#%t. Oh yeahhhhh." Obviously, sensor your raps and versus to suit junior ears. Singing seems to lighten the mood and dancing with a baby or toddler on the hip wards off negative energy. <br />
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Tickles fix anything. I promise. <br />
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What ways do you brighten a day that starts out dull? Ever found yourself sipping a coffee grainy with glitter?<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love,</span> <br />
<img alt="winterlove blog natalie" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/Untitled-2copy.jpg" width="500" />Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-55457834438580311032013-03-22T17:29:00.000+11:002013-03-22T17:29:12.829+11:00Things that make my eyes smile...<img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/eyessmile-1.jpg" width="500" /><br />
My mood is highly dependant on the atmosphere surrounding me and I thrive on aesthetics, I try and fill every little space of our home with all the things I find beautiful. As simple as it may be, it keeps me happy; <span style="font-size: large;">pretty things make my heart sing!</span> These are snapshots from around our home that bring a smile to my eyes. I might even make this post a regular one, sharing with you all the loveliness.<br />
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<b>{</b> Vintage camera and suitcase <b>}</b><br />
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What things make your eyes smile?<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love,</span><br />
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<br />Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-69435288397731870112013-03-21T20:06:00.000+11:002013-03-21T20:06:31.806+11:00The Tock of our Clocks.<img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/woman-holding-clock_article_new.jpg" width="500" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Patience. </span>It' a virtue that gets pushed to the limits throughout our lifetime. It's waiting for that cake to cool so you can pipe the frosting on, It's constantly refreshing your online bank account waiting for pay day. It's sighing in frustration at the rate of growth since last months bad haircut.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's...being a parent.</span><br />
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Nothing pushes your limits more, stretches your patience further than children do. Our sweet little innocent beings run on entirely different time zone, they tick the tock of their own clock.<br />
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Patience then, it would be assumed is every parents greatest asset. <i>Assumed</i> being the key word. I don't know about you, but for me... patience is a skill I am yet to master. <br />
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I can only say "Please sit down" so many times, put the dummy back in so many times or pick up the bowl full of peas strewn across the floor so many times before my boiling point is reached, when every molecule of patience within me has been exhausted of it's abilities. And then what? I need to have patience with my patience? <br />
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I put the burning question to my online community of mothers a while back,<b> "How do you be patient?"</b> If you aren't a patient person how do you learn, practice and master such a skill that is necessary for <span style="font-size: large;">calm parenting </span>and good role modelling? Or perhaps more true to my style of parenting...How do I fake patience and fake it enough to make it through the day?<br />
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I was relieved to hear that many mamas out there share the 'steam coming from ears' symptom and could empathise. "This too shall pass...say it over and over and over again", one SAHM soothed me. "Remember in the heat of the moment how quickly they grow up, and savour the moment now before they move on, away from the nest", encouraged another. Wise words from those who also hear the irregular tick tock of their little ones clock clashing with their own. <br />
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In true mama blogger style, I took to the world wide web and searched for more answers reading many a tale of stretched limits, patience improving advice and parental coping skills. I read until I had the patience to read no longer and some of the answers I was looking for. The verdict? Patience is not a given skill. It, like any other <span style="font-size: large;">mental muscle</span> needs to be exercised regularly. It can be built up, strengthened and defined...all with practice and determination. Unfortunately, there is no easy supplement available for building this mental muscle, just old fashioned patience. So yes, (cringe) we must have patience with our patience.<br />
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Having recognised I need some major help in this area I have set myself a little daily workout for building up my lacking skill. Simple steps I can take to reduce the steam and fake it until I make it. If you feel yourself steaming up regularly as I do, why not take the challenge with me?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">*</span> <span style="font-size: large;">Step away. </span>Away from the patience testing situation and breathe. Come back with a chest full of air to continue pumping along calmly with.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">*</span> <span style="font-size: large;">Eliminate the distractions.</span> Patience is harder to come by when there are too many variables vying for its attention. At patience testing times, switch off the television, turn down the music and focus attention where it is most needed.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* Set the example.</span> Remember to be the parent you wish your child to one day become, you are the role model and you are the example. Set the best one you possibly can.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* Forgive and Forget.</span> Ever noticed how quickly childrens moods can change? From extreme tantrum to elation in just minutes? Take a leaf from the book of a toddler and move on quickly. Forgive yourself for losing it and get back on track, or forgive your child for pushing your limits and move forward with the moment.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* Pretend someone is watching.</span> We are always more patient with an audience or in public, just channel into this skill at home. This tip I found on a <a href="http://zenhabits.net/how-to-become-a-patient-parent/">wonderful post</a> titled "How to become a patient parent". Definitely worth the read. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* </span>Remember the cliched L's. <span style="font-size: large;">Live, Love and Laugh.</span> Live in the moment and remember how quickly it passes. Laugh at the frustrations and niggles that challenge us and Love your child unconditionally and with understanding.<br />
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I hope these little exercises may give me a boost, and perhaps they can give you one too. Especially when you've picked up the peas from the floor for the ninth night in a row, put the dummy back in for the fourth time or chanted "Please sit down" for a third.<br />
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Now repeat after me...This to shall pass!<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love, </span><br />
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Ever <span style="font-size: large;">bribed</span> your child with a biscuit? Welcome to the club. Ever bribed your child with a biscuit so you can take a cutesy photo? Don't worry, I promise I won't tell anyone!<br />
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Stella was a bouncing bundle of polka-dots on Sunday, and sadly there was no way my overly confident toddler was going to let me anywhere near her with a camera.<br />
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<i>"Stella can I take a photo of you? You look really cool."</i><br />
<i>"No, mummy. I'm busy. Maybe anuvva day."</i><br />
<i>"Stella please?"</i><br />
<i>"I said no please. Don't wanna photo!"</i><br />
<i>"If you let me take a photo of you, you can have a biscuit..."</i><br />
<i>"ohhhh... K."</i><br />
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Mission accomplished. Points for healthy and conscious parenting? 0. Points for a sweet girl chomping a biscuit and some super cute photos for my own guilty pleasure? 10.<br />
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Sometimes, a mamas gotta do, what a mamas gotta do!<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love, </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{<span style="font-size: small;"> I love discovering new artists, and even more lovely is discovering artists that are local. Michelle from <a href="http://www.rockmyroll.com/p/original-artworks.html">Rock My Roll</a> has some beautiful and unique mixed media works to her name, all of which come from her humble little home in Wynyard Tasmania. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Mothers are so busy nurturing, they often forget to nurture themselves. <a href="http://awesomelyawake.com/real-mantras-for-real-parents/">Real Mantras For Real Parents</a> gives some positive self-talk for any stressed out mama to live by.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> I have fallen in-lady-love with this sweet blogger from New Zealand. I am probably very late to the party, but there's something about the atmosphere over at <a href="http://www.herecomesthesunblog.com/2013/03/dream.html">Here Comes The Sun</a> that makes me feel all warm and cosy. Plus, Amanda is so holy-moly gorgeous!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> The amount of times my thoughts have trailed to "What is my life purpose?" while hanging the washing or shampooing my hair is crazy. <a href="http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/2005/01/how-to-discover-your-life-purpose-in-about-20-minutes/">'How to discover your life purpose in about 20 minutes' </a>certainly caught my eye! As sceptical as you may find it, maybe it's worth a try! (I'm yet to find that 20 minutes to even attempt it, perhaps I need to look for a post titled 'How to find 20 minutes'!)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{ </span><span style="font-size: small;">No matter how busy we are, having a clean house is still quite high on most mamas list of priorities. This Cleaning Calender by <a href="http://tipsandpix.com/?p=76">Pixingo</a> sheds a little light on the never ending pile of work and creates a schedule that enables you to have a stress-free tidy and clean house almost everyday. </span>Bliss!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> What your child wishes you knew when he acts out. Thankyou <a href="http://www.ahaparenting.com/_blog/Parenting_Blog/post/What_Your_Child_Wishes_You_Knew_About_When_He_Acts_Out/">Aha! Parenting. </a>This article has helped me diffuse many a potential toddler meltdown lately.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Amanda Mocci is one of my favourite artists, so much so that her Athena design was the inspiration behind my tattoo. I am totally lusting over these iPhone cases over at <a href="http://society6.com/amocci/cases">Society6 </a>and am having a seriously difficult time chosing my favourite. They are all so beautiful!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{ </span>I've felt like giving up, and I'm sure many mamas I pass by in the street have too. It's a difficult gig. <a href="http://powerofmoms.com/2012/06/six-reasons-to-never-give-up-on-motherhood/">This post</a> gives six reasons to never give up on motherhood and an insight into the bigger picture. A perfect read to clear the frenzied parents head. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Can you believe that in four months time I will be planning a first birthday party for Isla? Nope, me neither. <a href="http://www.karaspartyideas.com/2013/02/rustic-winter-wonderland-1st-birthday-party.html">This party</a> has me dreaming of a career in event styling and gathering burlap like a crazed collector.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{</span> Dreaming of a high-tea styled afternoon at home? <a href="http://www.facebook.com/HiTeaReCreations">These high tea stands</a> are handmade by a lovely lady using pre-loved china ware. I have one in my bathroom for hair slides and one in the kitchen holding apples and avocados. P.S. The lovely lady is my Mother-In-Law! <br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of Love, </span><br />
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So, here I sit.<br />
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My sweet girls are sleeping and I am experiencing this thing called <span style="font-size: large;">silence</span>. It is truly, understatedly amazing. These moments are so rare, diamonds of stillness.<br />
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As I was sitting amongst all the quiet and soaking it up millisecond by millisecond, my mind began to wander in search of pleasant places. <span style="font-size: large;">Creative, inspiring, intriguing</span> places. Places where wisdom is shared, knowledge is gained and above all, passion is reverberated.<br />
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I started thinking of <span style="font-size: large;">my happy place</span>, my blog. Rather than feeling a little deflated and a lot disappointed like I have been when Winter Love has popped in, I started feeling breathless. My heart was racing and I couldn't keep still. I feel like it is finally <i>time</i> again.<br />
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The image featured above is one I have on my bedside table, it really doesn't represent anything to me. I just found it on an Etsy trawl and it found its way into my shopping cart (and then it found its way into my letterbox, Funny that!). And now it sits in a pretty frame on my bedside table. Just a pretty picture, with pretty colours. And a pretty birdcage too, which we all know I find lovely. This morning, when Stella came bounding into the bedroom to say her goodmornings she pointed at the pretty picture and asked me "Mummy, why is she sad?" Before I could think of an answer that would be suitable for a such a teeny little girl she said quite matter-of-factly, "She's sad 'cos the birdy went away!", and la-di-da'd on her way to the kitchen. Pretty bland story really, but when coupled with the overwhelming feelings I have had this afternoon, it all seemed to have a higher meaning.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A metaphor.</span><br />
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Sometimes, we need to let things go. In seek of better things. Perhaps in light of more important things, the <i>real</i> things. You set the bird free, because it is the right thing to do. It upsets you, but pleases you simultaneously. Whilst my love for connecting with the creative world and passions for writing, motherhood and children were a pleasant thing to keep, I needed to let it go. It was the best thing at the time. While I say that having two children under three is busy (Ha! Busy doesn't seem to do it justice) I could have fit Winter Love in there somewhere over the past 6 months. However, to <span style="font-size: large;">give myself wholeheartedly </span>to one passion in sacrifice of another is true to who I am. And so I did.<br />
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But now something feels different. I don't really have more time, nor do I multi-task any better than I used to. But I feel that recently I have began to <span style="font-size: large;">find myself again</span>. I've been excited by creative ventures, moved by inspiring articles and have began drifting off to that familiar happy place once again. I have re-kindled with a beautiful friend who always kept me creative and dreaming and brushed the dust from my favourite muses. Beneath all the <i>mother</i> (Which I love), <i>me</i> has began to surface again. And it feels so good. It makes perfect sense to return to what once got me excited, got me reading, writing and connecting with intense passion and interest. It makes perfect sense to return to Winter Love.<br />
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I know it is going to take hard work to build up readership again and to set goals and aspirations for this little wonderland of mine, but the first step is always the hardest right?<br />
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I hope you are still reading, let's take up where we left off!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love,</span><br />
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<br />Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-91058132377643922232012-09-05T22:21:00.000+10:002012-09-05T22:21:22.123+10:00Eight Weeks Old. <img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/islawillow-1.jpg" width="500" /><br />
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Now that life with a family of four is a little more settled and predictable, I can begin documenting Isla's babyhood. I have already watched her grow and develop at the speed of light...I know if I blink for too long it will be a distant memory. Stay young sweet girl?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eight weeks old</span> and eight weeks young. It is the most incredible thing watching your leaps in development and then seeing them reflected in your cries and sleep, it totally intrigues me. Around three weeks ago we watched as your perception widened, you were no longer just looking at us...you were really seeing us. Now, your tiny face lights up when you see a familiar one. Your eyes widen, your mouth opens and your arms and legs kick and squirm. When you get get really excited a soft 'Gah' escapes your mouth.<br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">Your personality</span> has started to shine, your remind me so very much of your Daddy. You are extra sensitive to a change in temperature and aren't afraid to let us know how much you dislike getting un-dressed. Unlike your older sister, who loved to have her limbs free to wriggle about, you adore being swaddled tightly and held. Lately when I have been cradling you to settle, you have been burying your face into my chest. You rub your little face backwards and forwards until you find a comfy spot with your nose and eyes tucked in safely. It is your most adorable habit by far.<br />
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A routine is still not something you are overly excited about. I can't predict your daytime naps (If you are to have any at all), which isn't always a bad thing, I love <span style="font-size: large;">indulging in your snuggles</span>. Sometimes when I hear your Dads car come home from work, I rush to put you down in the bassinet as you've dozed off mid feed and rather than put you down I soak up your sleepy goodness while I can. He worries that we may develop bad settling habits if I let you linger in my arms too long, but what's a mother-daughter relationship without a few secrets hey?<br />
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I daydream of the day you are big enough to play with <span style="font-size: large;">your sister</span> and giggle alongside her. She is so excited by your presence and loves to 'share' all her toys with you. She showers you with kisses and cuddles. Last week in a brief moment of inattention, I returned my gaze to find her putting bracelets on your arms and pegs on your sleeves!<br />
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The last eight weeks have been challenging but beautiful. I look forward to us getting to know each other more and more and figuring out 'our ways'. Figuring out your favourite ways to lay, settle, play and sleep are all part of the fun of navigating these newborn days. There isn't a doubt in my mind that my <span style="font-size: large;">heart has doubled</span> in size since your arrival, there is a special space in there...just for you my little Isla Willow. <br />
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There's nothing more enjoyable than freezing memories with words and pictures. What special ways did you document your children's lives?<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love, </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">P.S. These photographs are by the talented Tanya from <a href="http://www.tksphotography.com.au/">TK's photography,</a> taken at just 12 days old. </span>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-21443250138236098732012-09-04T21:01:00.001+10:002012-09-04T21:01:30.339+10:00Fathers Day<img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/IW-58.jpg" width="500" /><br />
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To the two most wonderful men in my life. You both share such similar characteristics; you are humble, talented, modest, genuine, hard-working and loving.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To my Dad,</span> who raised two little girls single handedly for the most part; <span style="font-size: large;">Thankyou</span>. My memories are filled with sharing football festivities, DIY adventures in the shed, learning about astronomy and you teaching me to draw.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To my partner</span>, I am grateful. Grateful for all that you do for our family, <span style="font-size: large;">grateful</span> that you have taken Stella on as if she were your own and grateful that you love our girls unconditionally. You give them all they could ever hope for.<br />
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To the two most wonderful men in my life; <span style="font-size: large;">Happy Fathers Day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span> Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-74308638294540033142012-09-02T20:18:00.000+10:002012-09-04T20:19:36.927+10:00Good riddance Saturday.Today, I am grateful for the past tense...for yesterday was <span style="font-size: large;">the worst</span>. I can't tell you how happy I am to see the back of you Saturday.<br />
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The first day of spring was a beautifully sunny one and we spent it in the <span style="font-size: large;">Accident and Emergency </span>waiting rooms of the Hospital. Isla has had a little cough here and there for the past week, but over the 24 hours before this Saturday it had increased in intensity and frequency. During her 2am feed I curiously jumped on the Whooping Cough website...ten minutes later I was waking Nick up in hysterics. I'd read an example case story; an otherwise very healthy newborn developed a small cough, which started to get slightly worse but not terrible. She tested positive to Whooping Cough and was hospitalised and put on a ventilator. She then developed pneumonia and within days her condition deteriorated. She died at 32 days old.<br />
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There was no chance that I was letting that happen to our new baby. We headed off the the hospital first thing that morning when Stella woke to get her checked and to rule out this horrible infection. Although I knew and was hoping that it most likely wouldn't be Whooping Cough, I couldn't live with myself for taking the risk...no matter how many frowns I received for 'over-reacting', over-react I still would. When it comes to the health and safety of your babies, you don't hesitate. It turns out that Islas cough is most likely a mild viral infection, and we were to keep an eye on it and return to the doctors for anti-biotics if it continued.<br />
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Stress gone and <span style="font-size: large;">sunny Saturday</span> enjoyed, right? Wrong.<br />
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When we returned home, I cooked a special breakfast for Nick to celebrate it being Fathers Day weekend and we then piled the babes and pram into the car and headed out for a walk; determined not to waste this<span style="font-size: large;"> beautiful day</span>. Seeing the sunshine beam off the girls' hair and the smile on Stellas face was heartwarming, it had me dreaming of the warmer months to come and the adventures we could get up to. Winter in Tasmania with a toddler has been very long indeed!<br />
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We decided to end our walk with <span style="font-size: large;">Stellas favourite</span>, in fact...she suggested it! A 'chino' in the city. Rather than take the pram and face a cramped coffee shop, we opted for the food hall. Looking back through my phone I have a dozen or so pictures of Stella enjoying her frothed milk and turning her nose up at my sushi, it makes me feel sick knowing that these photos were taken only a few seconds before <i>it happened. </i><br />
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As a parent, I like to think that I am always alert and switched on. I am always watching for <span style="font-size: large;">potential accidents</span> and preventing tantrums, tears and broken toys. I have relaxed a little as my first born has grown and am less partial to the odd spilt milk and broken plate. Sometimes I think you get comfortable and forget how quickly things can happen.<br />
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Within what felt like a split second, Nick was holding a <span style="font-size: large;">screaming Stella</span> with blood gushing over his hands and I was frantically searching for serviettes with Isla rested on my forearm. I didn't even see it coming. She had stood up on her chair on the open side of our booth table and within seconds the chair was behind her and she was on the ground. No one wants to see blood pouring down their child's neck, no matter how old.<br />
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She had hit her face hard on the edge of the table on the way down before falling flat on her stomach on the floor, the underneath of her little chin had split open quite deeply. I can't remember leaving or getting to the car...but I remember one thing quite clearly; I remember no-one moving. One lady looked a little concerned and handed us a bundle of serviettes, but not one person got up from their seats to offer us assistance. I was juggling Isla who had started to cry and Nick was applying pressure to Stellas neck, who was still screaming ear piercingly. <br />
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We raced the 4 minute drive to the hospital. Here we were again. We waited for 3 hours before they sedated her with Ketamine and put four little stitches under her chin. Lucky the cut was in the spot it was and that she hadn't hit slightly higher, otherwise we would have a broken jaw to contend with. The poor babe was so distressed by all the blood and kept asking for a shower. It was a horrible, <span style="font-size: large;">emotionally draining</span> day!<br />
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I learnt three things that day that I certainly had not set out to discover;<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1.</span> Seeing your child unwell or in pain is <b>absolutely traumatising</b>, but an instinctive 'calm' comes from within to protect and comfort them. None of the fear and distress you feel is expressed for your child to see.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2.</span> <b>Society sucks</b>. What inhibits people from getting up to help, offering assistance or even acknowledging others around them needs to be addressed. We have a duty of care for those around us, whether they are strangers or not. Look out for those in need.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. </span>You can never be too alert.<b> See the potential accident</b> in every situation, but rather than obsess over it, take swift action to eliminate the danger. It's worth the tantrums!<br />
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I am repeating a little mantra that gives me a lift when I need it...'No two days are the same'. There will never be another day exactly the same as yesterday, and thank goodness! <span style="font-size: large;">Good riddance Saturday.</span><br />
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Right now? I am investing in a bulk pack of bubble wrap and cotton wool. If you have children under 21, I highly recommend you do the same!<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love, </span><br />
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I sat down to write today; to creatively announce to the blogosphere and break the news to my readers that I was planning to 'hang up the boots'. I was going to write my last post and it was going to be about <span style="font-size: large;">throwing in the towel</span>.<br />
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Sadly, this was going to be it.<br />
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Blogging is something that has bought me<span style="font-size: large;"> immeasurable happiness</span> over the past 18 months. It created an outlet for my ever accumulating thoughts and ideas and gave me something to strive for amongst the sometimes mundane lifestyle of a stay at home mother. I felt a sense of achievement when hitting publish on a post I had been working on for the night, more so it gave me a feeling of satisfaction, pride and excitement when my posts reached a wider audience. Maybe something I'd written had resonated with a mother...Heck, maybe it had even made a tired mother laugh, made a frustrated mother nod, or encouraged and inspired a mother in sadness. Developing this comfy space for mothers to visit was truly my passion.. <span style="font-size: x-small;">You can read my post on why I blog <a href="http://natalie-winterlove.blogspot.com.au/2012/04/why-you-ask.html">here</a> </span><br />
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About three months ago, I felt that I had reached a tiny milestone here on Winter Love. I began to offer sponsorship for the very first time, which not only opened up a new audience and paid some of my monthly credit card bill but it bought to me new faces and friendships. I wrote or planned nearly every day...I guess you could say I was <span style="font-size: large;">high on blogging</span> life!<br />
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Funnily, I just assumed this level of commitment would continue after little Isla came into the world. I was a super mama wasn't I? Wasn't I?! It wasn't long before the reality of <span style="font-size: large;">parenting a newborn</span> came and kindly shocked me. I have four humans to look after daily; A newborn to feed and settle 24 hours around the clock, a toddler to entertain, a partner to engage and connect with and, myself to keep alive and relatively healthy and happy. Oh and don't forget the household duties, friendships and sleep (What sleep!). In this crazy mayhem of motherhood my little blog had no space.<br />
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I attempted to put some dedication back into my favourite hobby numerous times, but felt disheartened and frustrated when after writing barely a sentence I was having to drop my train of thought in favor of a nappy or dummy. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Until today</span>... Today something felt different.<br />
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I had been guiltily reflecting on my lack of writing and promised to write a short and sweet post letting my readers know that Winter Love was no longer. I opened my laptop and tapped out the words "Hanging up the boots..." When I stopped. I realised what had just happened. For one, I had the time to open the laptop, and two I had the motivation to mentally draft a post. That's when I realised; I couldn't let myself give up. And more importantly, I didn't have to give up.<br />
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I am a huge fan of the cute little saying <span style="font-size: large;">'where there is a will there is a way'</span>. And today I had the will, and I am determined to find a way!<br />
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So, here's to hoping that my time management and multi tasking skills continue to improve and that the faint memory of routine begins to shine through in this busy families lives once more. Then, this comfy little space can be kept tidy and inviting for mothers to visit and love once again.<br />
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Are you still with me? I sure hope so!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love,</span><br />
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Well, here I am. Vegetable soup bubbling on the stove, wind blowing in the leaves outside, clothes dryer spinning, day-time TV playing and fingernails tapping on the keys. Oh and a <span style="font-size: large;">newborn baby </span>laying on my lap! Although I have a totally legitimate excuse, my return to the blogosphere is well overdue. And the absence has been killing me! Each week that passes by I look longingly to my laptop and promise to find the time, but each week time just hasn't been generous... I guess that is to be expected with a busy toddler and a new little bundle.<br />
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There is so very much I am <span style="font-size: large;">itching to write </span>about and my blog 'notes' are currently out of control. I am planning to share with you many things including; our survival of the newborn weeks, the juggling of two children, the multitude of health issues that have frustratingly plagued me recently, post-partum emotions, a new tattoo, new family life and of course a birth story!<br />
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Until I squeeze in the time to do so, I thought I should introduce this sweet little being...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is Isla Willow. </span><br />
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I am bursting to tell you all about this family's past five weeks! Stay patient with me and I promise to return the regular musings very soon.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of love,</span><br />
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Hi! I am<span style="font-size: large;"> Natalie from <a href="http://homebirdeconomics.blogspot.co.uk/">Home Bird Economics</a></span>, I am so pleased and grateful to be contributing to Winter Love whilst Natalie and Nick take some time to enjoy their newest addition. Home Bird Economics is full of my bargain finds, my crafty creations and happenings with my sweet husband.<br />
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Around the time Natalie asked me to guest post for her I have to admit I was struggling with being pregnant, I have had problems with hip pain throughout and to be honest I wasn't feeling the 'glowing' or 'blooming' states some would have you believe... nor does that mean it has been as horrific as some pregnancies are said to be, I am grateful for the pregnancy I have had. But I am going to share the <span style="font-size: large;">truths about pregnancy </span>that I have experienced.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span>Some days you will just feel fat</b>. Not pregnant fat, not time of the month fat. Just fat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span> <b>Feeling your baby move will excite you beyond belief </b>and scare you more than you imagined! Embrace this mix of emotions because it will be with you throughout your pregnancy.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span><b> Acknowledge and discuss when you feel guilty or unworthy</b>, no-one is perfect all of the time and the sooner you develop your confidence in your desires for your child, the happier I am sure you will be.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span>Find something that relaxes you</b>, involve your partner if possible in relaxation techniques as an example so that they can develop a 'tool box' of options to help when you are in labor.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span> <b>Accept that people will touch your belly</b>, I hated it. I honestly don't have big personal space issues but there is something very intimate about touching an unborn child that I feel should be invited instead of taken and yet others don't see it that way. I tried to remind myself that I cannot control everything and was saying something worth the awkwardness?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">* </span><b>Some people will think calling you fat or a derogatory name is hilarious</b>. It is not ok to punch them. Most of the time smiling politely or bursting into tears will defuse the situation.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">* </span><b>A cliched one, but think of how many times you plan to be pregnant and how special this opportunity really is</b>. Even through the trials of pregnancy there is nothing like creating and nurturing a life within you.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span><b> Finding someone to confide in</b> when everything seems a little too much will really help you to rationalize your thoughts.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">* </span><b>I really enjoyed keeping a baby book</b> of happenings throughout my pregnancy because it kept me focusing on how much time had passed.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span><b> I also loved creating things for our nursery </b>and even if you aren't creative or into making things, collecting and making a little nest for your newborn will help to get yourself ready.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">* </span><b>Swollen ankles can be painful</b> and worrying, luckily though rest helps to keep them down.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">* </span><b>Get used to feeling uncomfortable</b>, I felt uncomfortable in my skin most days. Just because things are changing and you are constantly adapting to a new twinge or a different sensation. <br />
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<b>...Finally</b>, pregnancy is just 9 months and I genuinely believe that the benefit outweighs the struggles<b>... </b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Motherhood is rarely glamorous</span>, you may not always get a chance to change from your pyjamas and it is perfectly acceptable to go six days without removing your top-knot. Motherhood is a juggling act, and in that super power struggle to find balance, looking after yourself usually falls last on the list. Gone are the days of regular hair appointments, nail bookings, waxings, facials and tans. <br />
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Just because Motherhood and parenting is not glamorous, doesn't mean that you don't deserve the chance to <span style="font-size: large;"><i>feel </i>glamorous</span>. I believe that a pamper session, no matter how small can do wonders to lift a mamas self esteem and give a well deserved boost of confidence<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">...And that's where the exciting news come in!</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/makeupbytahnii"><span style="font-size: large;">Makeup by Tahnii</span> </a>is giving local Winter Love readers the chance to win a makeover for themselves! Let yourself be pampered by this wonderful young make-up artist and mama of two; let your beauty shine! Included in your makeover prize is a private makeover with Tahnii and a photoshoot to capture your confidence forever.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*Although my main targeted readership are mothers, it is not mandatory to be a parent to enter this giveaway*</span><br />
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I am so excited by this giveaway and cannot wait to see some beauty bloom. Every woman deserves to shine! Enter away ladies!<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Plenty of Love, </span><br />
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Hello there, lovely to meet you. <span style="font-size: large;">My name is Sandi Darling</span>: military wife to the unbelievably babe-alicious Lee Savage, mother to a one year old chaos-agent named Hunter, and a Brisbane based blogger. I started <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.milkeyes.com/">Milk Eyes</a></span> as a way of connecting with parents who continue to embrace their <span style="font-size: large;">unique style</span>, using their alternative point of view and streetwise skills to raise smart, savvy and above all, loved kids. I didn’t have much luck finding this in real life (beyond the few friends I had that had become parents before me ) or online, so Milk Eyes became the method by which I created a space to keep connected with all the cool stuff going on in the world, as well as being a place for me to share my thoughts on the amazing transformations parenthood has brought to my life.<br />
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If there is one thing Milk Eyes has opened my eyes to, it is that all over this amazing world there are mums and dads remaining in touch with the <span style="font-size: large;">subcultures they love</span>, even as so many other aspects of their lives change to accommodate their children. I’ve found so many new cool friends as a result, including the wonderful Natalie who is currently taking some time out to get acquainted with the newest addition to her family. How exciting for her- and for me because I get to use this opportunity to connect with you even as Natalie is connecting with her little one! When Natalie approached me to write a guest piece I asked her what to write about, and she suggested something along the lines of “why your style doesn’t need to change when you become a mother" or "how to stay 'cool' ". This is a good question, and I’m not entirely confident I’m qualified to answer it, but I can try.<br />
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Whatever your style, once you have a baby you have less time and money to spend on yourself. You may feel a little weird in your skin for a while, post pregnancy. You might also feel a little out of touch with the lifestyle you led pre-bub. Doubts start to lurk in your mind, unhelpful thoughts about what other people will think of you: If you dress the same as you did before strangers will think you are a reckless bohemian, irresponsible or worse: a selfish individual who focuses on their own wants above the needs of their kids; if you 'normalise' your fashion sense your friends will think all the hype about <span style="font-size: large;">‘babies cramping your style’</span> is true and exclude you, or push the idea of having babies of their own even further down their ‘to do’ list.<br />
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Being dictated to by your ideas about every ones else's expectations is an unenviable position, but the worst part about being trapped in the throws of that emotional turmoil is that you honestly don't know what other people are thinking- unless they outright tell you, it's all in your head. I once heard someone say you wouldn't be so concerned with what other people think about you if you realized how very little they actually do. In other words, some of the reasons you have for abandoning the style that previously rocked your world are phantoms, imaginary barriers of your own construction that take more mental energy to maintain then they do to abandon. What a delicious, energizing revelation!<br />
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But what about when those insecurities are realised? Let me share with you a story.<br />
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When my son was a few weeks old I took him with me to the store to buy groceries- as you do. As I walked in to the store a middle aged woman muttered under her breath “They’ll let any freak breed these days”. I looked around, curious to see who she was referring to with such venom and spite, but there was no one else around.<br />
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<b>She meant me.</b><br />
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I mean come on, me? I have multiple degrees, I won an academic scholarship to study at one of the state’s best schools, I donate to charity, buy Australian made, train my pets, eat healthily, avoid television, pay taxes, don’t litter- I even polish my shoes! She hadn’t just implied that I was a freak either- she implied that because of how I looked I was also unfit to be a parent. I was shocked. Sure I had<span style="font-size: large;"> pink hair and tattoos</span>- but I wasn’t a bad parent by any stretch of the imagination. This complete stranger looked at what I was wearing and made a judgement call on the kind of person I was.<br />
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Suddenly I felt small and stupid. Perhaps she was right, maybe it was time I grew up. I bought brown hair dye and when I got home I packed up all but the most banal items in my wardrobe, crying as I filled garbage bag after garbage bag with clothes that hours before delighted me as I decided on what to wear. To make myself feel better I took some time out to cuddle my infant son. He woke in my arms and looked up at me with <span style="font-size: large;">eyes full of love</span> and trust. In that moment I realized that Hunter didn't care one speck about what I was wearing so long as he had a full tum, a clean bum and the love of his mum to sustain him. I began to feel foolish- I had let a complete stranger make me feel like a bad parent because of what I looked like. As I rehung my clothes I consoled myself with the knowledge that phantom powered people who judge others based on appearance alone (instead of the calibre of their actions) are small minded and mean spirited- exactly the kind of person I would avoid if given a choice.<br />
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Looking back at the experience I would say that it solidified in me the desire to <span style="font-size: large;">fight for my right</span> to be expressive. I fight by being a conscientious human being and an attentive loving parent. My choice of battle armour is whatever the hell I want to wear. My style doesn’t make me a bad parent- it makes me creative, unique, interesting, exuberant, joyful, expressive, stimulating and different- but none of these things are bad qualities. Being judgemental, small minded, abusive, spreading hatred and fear- these are qualities that would make me a bad parent- nay, human.<br />
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<a href="http://youtu.be/nWKTfqivbRQ">For some people staying cool is about maintaining wild hair, clothes and makeup;</a> using the experiences that image brings as an opportunity to teach their kids about judgement, prejudice and acceptance. <a href="http://youtu.be/Q-WZ5oaMaLM">For others it is a choice to not hide their tattoos or remove their body piercings, proud of the personal significance these things have at a time when every other aspect of their life is shared with or about their children</a>. For others still these matters of style are superficial and easily discarded like the shell of oyster, knowing that the real meat of the issue is deeper inside. This type of parent knows that conspicuous consumption isn’t the only way to stay true to their roots, they keep engaged in the culture they love by other means. Irrespective of their personal style, all of the parents described above are cool because they are keeping their <span style="font-size: large;">inner child alive</span> and well, even as they foster that same vitality and enthusiasm for life in their own children.<br />
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I guess what I’m trying to say is that being a parent and maintaining your cool aren’t two mutually exclusive states of being. Many of the qualities that make someone stand out from the crowd are the very same qualities that would deeply enhance the emotional and social development of their children. Your style doesn't need to change at all once you become a parent- let your light burn brightly, the love you radiate will illuminate everything around you and banish those phantoms to the ever retreating shadows. <span style="font-size: large;">Shine in the knowledge </span>that you look fine and more importantly you are a very fine parent indeed. Your child will bask in the glow that radiates from you, their little face lighting up at your approach.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let it shine,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sandi D.</span><br />
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<br />Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241271289634478872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711095416617861277.post-23922478599689870492012-07-22T14:06:00.001+10:002012-07-22T14:06:53.721+10:00Guest Post; Day to day with Everyday Mae.<img alt="Description of Photo" src="http://i1165.photobucket.com/albums/q590/ngearman/everdaymaeheader.jpg" width="500" /><br />
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Hi Everyone! My name is Bianca and I blog over at <a href="http://everydaymae.blogspot.com.au/"><span style="font-size: large;">Behind the Scenes of Everyday Mae</span></a>. I’m so exciting to be guest posting for Natalie while she taking some time off to spend with her lovely new bub! I thought I would share some behind the scenes action of my day to day life with Everyday Mae. <br />
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To give a bit of a back story, I began Everyday Mae in early 2011 as a creative outlet while I was studying full time. I had always loved being <span style="font-size: large;">creative as a child</span> and enjoyed painting, drawing and sewing while I was younger. One day I decided to spend more time on creative projects and around the same time I discovered Etsy. My mind was blown and after a few months of dreaming, planning and lots of sewing I opened up my shop in January. <br />
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Currently I am working as a <span style="font-size: large;">freelance sewer</span> for a designer in Newcastle so that takes up a fair amount of my time! In between that and attempting to have a social life I dedicate my time to <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/everydaymae">Everyday Mae</a>. Most days I can be found designing and sewing bags, ordering supplies and creating new ways to do things on top of blogging, answering emails and generally all other social media. I tend to jump from one project to another and spend a few hours on each and that way I find I don’t lose enthusiasm for a particular project. <br />
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My days vary in that sometimes I am more productive in the morning, and some other days I don’t kick off until the afternoon and may work into the night. <span style="font-size: large;">I love the freedom </span>that I do have to do this and that I can plan my days around how I am feeling at the time. While I am not working I do enjoy drinking lots of tea, taking photos and spending time with family and friends. More often than not I can be found in front of the sewing machine working on improving my quilting skills, sewing décor items and clothing for myself. At the present time I have some new exciting ideas that I am working on and I hope to expand my Everyday Mae line in the near future! <br />
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Thanks so much Natalie for having me here today! I do hope you will come and visit my blog or my twitter to say hello! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bianca </span><br />
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