Bliss

Sleepy baby. Happy baby. Yeah yeah yeah!

So Palm Cove was really just what the doctor ordered. We had a fabulous time, lolling by the pool, going on little walks, reading books, having lunch at nice beachside joints and generally spending time together as ...a family...

And The Berry, little minx, suddenly started being much easier to settle for her naps. Why? Who knows! Maybe Dadda taking turns? Maybe more food in her little belly? Maybe she could just sense the lack of tension. Or it was plain simple coincidence. I'll take it any which way.

Oh, and a note to travellers: babies on planes? I used to cringe when I saw them board. "Not next to me, pleeease!" Now I know, the smaller, the better. When you can still whack 'em on the boob, they're OK. Toddlers, not so much.

Mighty mummy

Juno is having trouble getting to sleep. I think by trying to solve one problem (weight), we've introduced another - associating breast with falling asleep. Which, to a point, is OK. But I can't feed her all the time, and she gets so upset if she wakes when moved into bed. It's breaking my heart to see her distressed by the world I've created for her, and I feel like I've failed her by introducing this "crutch" for sleep. 


I am still struggling with trying to be the person I think I need to be - the mother I think I need to be. I need to be stronger - when all I feel is so fragile. 

Summer holiday

We're going to Palm Cove for a holiday. Mr B just went ahead and booked it without even a consultation which I absolutely L.O.V.E. I've been pretty down in the dumps, but with the help of Nanny Sue, I braved the Zimmermann warehouse for some new togs. The depression of going up a size in bottoms was lifted by the novelty of going up *2* sizes in tops. So will be showing off my maternal bosom while it lasts.

Spring

When The Berry was born, I received some beautiful hyacinths in a little pot. When they finished flowering, I chucked the pot outside and forgot about it. Digging around the other day, I found these little babies poking out. I transplanted them and brought them inside - hope they keep pushing up, it's inspiring in that very simple way.

A cup of tea and a nice lie down

I'm drinking fennel tea to try and boost my milk supply. It's actually quite nice and a beautiful wheat green colour. Now if only I could have the lie down as well...

Chili Pepper

My old boss thought that if she had a daughter, she'd name her either Chili or Pepper. Hot. Nor, not. I prefer my peppers sweet and slippery, and when they're cheap, Mr B brings home bags of bright red capsicums to marinate.

Chop chop.

Mess!

Burn, baby, burn.

Studded with slivers of garlic, chili, and doused in olive oil and balsamic. Now, marinate away, my lovelies!