ARCHIVE: October 2014

Flooded

October 31, 2014 | 0 Comment

Jack looked so cute today so I did an impromptu photo shoot. I wasn’t going to post anything tonight as I will be shooting my favourite weekend look on Sunday, but I was really happy with the way these pics turned out so here goes.

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Jack isn’t doing well with some new teeth trying to come through. Dribble enough to flood a house, more vomit than I’ve ever seen in my lifetime** (probably because the excess saliva upsets his tummy) and an aversion to sleep – who could blame him when you feel that horrid? So it hasn’t been fun and I’m having one of those ‘International Motherhood Is Hard’ weeks! I hate to whinge about trivial stuff, people are going through way worse, so I’m going to put it all in perspective.

Anyway, a great big thank you to whoever invented dribble bibs. I’d never ever heard of these before I had a baby, but what a great idea. Jack looks cooler than the bottle of Coke I put in the freezer today to chill and then forgot about (whoops!) and little do people know it’s actually designed to catch the torrent of drool pouring from my kid. Therefore, it’s not soaking his top and turning him into a baby that childless people see at the supermarket and then think to themselves “yuck, I’m never having kids”.

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** The reason I haven’t seen much vomit in my lifetime is that I’m a vomit-a-phobe. Not a “oh, I just don’t like vomit” fear, but a “I’m going to have a full-on panic attack if you’re going to throw up and I need to be elsewhere fast” phobia. This crossed my mind when I was expecting Jack, I REALLY hoped that my love for him would override my irrational fear and fortunately, it has! I still don’t want anyone being sick around me, but when it comes to my baby, I couldn’t care less about the actual vomit. I’ll be right there with my baby if he’s unwell. This is a miracle. Sorry, I hope you weren’t eating dinner reading that, just a bit of trivia for you.

Ok, I’m off for a run. Have a great night everyone!

Dribble Bib – Cotton On Kids

Top – Cotton On Kids

Leggings – Bonds

Belinda x

The Facebook Cull

October 29, 2014 | 0 Comment

“The awkward moment when you notice you’ve been ‘unfriended’ on Facebook.”

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I signed up to Facebook in 2007 and so much has changed since then. In the beginning you were limited in what you could do. You could upload a photo, post a status (that had to start with your name and then ‘is’) and people could write on your wall. Likes, and the ability to reply to a comment, were non-existent. In those days it was all about how many friends you had.

7 years later and Facebook is a completely different platform than it used to be and we are smarter users. We are much more savvy about our privacy protection and it’s more about quality than quantity where friends are concerned. I couldn’t even tell you the number of friends I have now, because I never check. Though because we added every man and his dog** in the early days, or throughout every job we’ve worked, there are times when we want to trim down our friend list.

**I’m not kidding. I am friends with a dog. I like him because he always looks like he’s smiling and he doesn’t send me game requests.

So we want to cull someone, but how do we do this without offending them?

Do

  • Cull someone if they stop engaging in your life and you aren’t close with them. Of course it would be weird to like or comment on everything, but for the bigger events going on in your life, or your happiest announcements, do they at least throw a “like” your way? If not, then they should understand why they were deleted.
  • Cull if you realistically aren’t ever going to see them again. This is a tricky one with old colleagues for example. You don’t want to offend them and don’t want it to be awkward if you do run into them, but if you’re trying to keep Facebook for closer friends and family and the person in question isn’t someone you regularly hear from, you no longer have work in common and won’t likely see them again, then offence should not be taken.

Don’t

  • Delete someone in the first instance to end a friendship. It’s impulsive, petty and you’re likely to regret it. If they are someone you usually correspond with and you’re having a dispute, check in on them. Communicate. I will never unfriend somebody just because we may not be talking at the time.
  • Make a status telling people you’re about to dum dum dum… do the cull. I fail to see the point and you risk people perceiving you as attention seeking and desperate for your friends to comment with “please keep me!” and “I hope I make the cut!”
  • Restrict someone on Facebook unless you absolutely have to, and I understand that there are circumstances where this may be the better option. However, people can tell when they’ve been restricted and it’s unfair to the other party as you’re still technically “friends” with them and can see their profile, but they are very limited in what they see of yours. Tiny bit stalkerish. You’re better off deleting them altogether.

[runs off to check I don’t have anyone on a limited profile]

 

Belinda x

Time & Motherhood

October 27, 2014 | 0 Comment

Take time, make time, give time, allow time, about time, have time, it’s time.

Time is on your side.

Time.

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I used to think time didn’t matter too much. If I didn’t get to a train in time, I’d catch the next one. I had an abundance of it. I think about time a lot now, especially as a working mum. Unless you have an extremely flexible baby then motherhood is run by time. Time for a nap, time between feeds, time to get the baby bathed, time for dinner, time for a story and time for bed. Allow time for a sleep before we go (so pertinent for us as Jack doesn’t sleep anywhere but home). Allow time for a play at the play centre or extra time for grocery shopping when eager little hands want to help. Do I have time to do the dishes before he notices I’m not there and is clinging to my leg? Do I have time to iron a couple of hubby’s shirts before the cord is pulled and becomes a safety hazard?

For me it’s hard. It’s always a battle to finish things and there are many days where nothing really does get done, because the baby won’t allow me to divide my time. I must be there to play and to be present. If I am, he’s perfectly happy. It’s easy on those days where nothing gets done, to feel as though I’ve wasted time (yet I know I haven’t).

I’m always feeling guilty for the things I can’t do. Like seeing family enough (and this had become especially important to me as Jack grows rapidly and you realise how fast time does fly and to make sure you see those you love often), or devoting time to things I always made time for pre-baby – like long distance running, writing or just laying in a bath.

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When I do head out, or when I’m working, I’m always conscious of time. Of getting home in time to make sure I can give Jack his bottle or put him to bed because those things are so important to me.

I’m not even sure there’s a point to this post, except that time has been on my mind.

Something I struggle with often, is that I think that after looking after and supporting everyone else, I prioritise my stuff last and I get frustrated when it doesn’t get done. I’d like a few more hours in my day (and I know, I only have one small child – you parents with two plus children who can still make time for your own passions, I salute you!).

I used the word ‘time’ 34 times (oops, now 36) in this post.

Belinda x

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