Australia is known for barbecues, beaches and beer. For better or worse there is a drinking culture in Australia. While binge drinking is definitely a bad thing, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying a good glass of wine at the end of the day. But what does this mean for you if you’re currently breastfeeding? The Australian Breastfeeding Association says “If you want to, you absolutely CAN enjoy a glass of wine, a beer or whatever it is that takes your fancy…”
As someone who worked in childcare, and as a nanny, for many years I have had some genuinely amazing employees. I’ve also had a couple of problematic experiences. I’ve also trawled through dozens upon dozens of nannying job ads that had incredibly unrealistic expectations. Some people are simply being unrealistic. They obviously haven’t thought it through. Others are obviously being intentionally exploitative.
I had a wonderful childhood! Obviously I grew up in a time before smartphones. So as you could imagine being a child in a pre-tech-obsessed time my parents gave me their absolute undivided attention at all time. They didn’t have smart phones to distract themselves from enjoying every blissful moment of my perfect childhood….. Oh wait that never happened…
Maybe I’m the only one feeling this right now – but I feel it every year.
I simultaneously feel like I’ve overdone the Christmas presents while also not having done enough.
I feel like I’ve gone too far, I’ve spent too much, they don’t need so much *stuff*. They just don’t a pile of presents to make Christmas wonderful.
Last night I had a nightmare about the Stephen King “It” movie that is coming out soon. I haven’t even seen the original movie, but all the advertising and hype around this movie has given me the creeps. Yep, I’m so soft and easily frightened that I can get nightmares from movies I haven’t even watched and that I know very little about.
I get the “joke” here. I totally understand the feeling of being so bound to your babies and role as their mother that any time out, even if it’s just a half hour trip to the supermarket can feel like a holiday. But I feel like I need to say it: A trip to the supermarket by yourself is not a holiday. A holiday is a holiday! Mums deserve better standards of what we should consider a decent break.
When my daughter was ten months old, after a particularly restless night with her awake every hour, I stood in my kitchen like a zombie preparing my three year old son’s breakfast. He had also woken up a couple of times that night. I was wrecked. My daughter was sitting at my feet digging around in the “tupperware” cupboard, keeping herself entertained.
As a new parent conflicting advice can be a bit overwhelming. It can start from the hospital – ever shift change a different midwife comes in with a different opinion about how exactly you should be doing everything. Especially if the advice people are giving you goes against your own opinion and instincts.
Lifting Cars and Other Stories Of Parental Strength *UPDATE* She’s had a good couple of weeks, and we have an appointment later in the month, so hopefully we’re moving forward with this. We’ve all heard the stories of parents in a moment of crisis being able to use seemingly …
Mother’s Day Gifts For Under $20 From Kmart Mother’s Day is right around the corner and if you’re looking for some simple Mother’s Day Gifts that won’t break the bank then I’d suggest heading to Kmart. I really think that with Mothers Day gifts it’s the thought that counts. Even …
Christmas and Ikea are two of my favourite things, so naturally combining the two is simply magical to me. This year I set myself a challenge – that I can find something for EVERYONE at Ikea (or at the very least every age group. If there’s absolutely nothing that appears to you in all of Ikea, then bah-humbug to you!)
When it comes to finding the right nanny for your family it’s essential to find someone who is a good match for your families needs, values and expectations.
In my experience as a nanny that compatibility was the most important aspect of any job. It is an incredibly intimate working relationship a nanny practically become part of the family.
There have been times when it has taken every ounce of my being to not slap some people, in the face for the things they have dared to ask us – but I am pleased to say that up until the point of writing this, I have been able to hold it together, and my record remains clean!
We were driving through the beautiful countryside yesterday and my husband said, “Hey Kate, stop looking at your phone and look at the scenery.” I was in the worst mood ever (we were joking about it) and I said, “Oh would you shut up and let me look at my phone!” I’d seen the pretty scenery a million times before and it was the first time I’d had a chance to check my phone all day.
I am a behaviour management expert. Yes that’s right, I said an expert in my field! I have been working with challenging children for the good part of 14 years. I have been giving advice to desperate parents on how to meet the needs of their challenging children, providing them with strategies to use and encouraging them to be firm, but loving.
It can be so hard to relax, and find any kind of inner – or outer – peace with out busy lives and with children around. It can feel almost impossible to get the time out we need to really recharge and revive ourselves. So I’ve come up with a list of ideas that might help, even if you don’t have the time for a proper break, most of these things can be done at home or with kids in tow.
When we’re all getting a little frazzled, when the kids are alternating between tearing apart the house and tearing apart each other. When the kids are bored, we’re drowning in mess, and I’m just too tired to deal with entertaining the kids while also somehow pulling my house together and all I want to do is lay down for 5 minutes of peace and quiet we play a little game I like to call “Nap and Clean.”
Last night was cold. Like, seriously cold. And our “Lets save money and not turn on the central heating” resolve was broken.
My partner left for work first thing in the morning and won’t be getting home until after dark, so the task of turning on the gas heating was going to be left in my capable, grown up, hands.
As mums, we are spoiled for choice when it comes to guilt. We can feel guilty about how we feed our children, how we get them to to sleep, how much TV they watch and how much quality time we spend with them. I don’t think guilt is always such a bad thing. It has its place in reminding us about our own values, and if we’re staying true to them.
There are a few things in parenthood that I hate doing. Because I’m no good at them. I just go along with what’s expected of me, dreading the whole thing. And of course, whatever it is turns out badly. Because of my bad attitude. So, I’m ready to call it – I’m no good at these things, do not like doing them, and would rather they happened elsewhere. I decided to write myself a letter:
This is in no way whatsoever a “stay at home parent vs working parent” thing. I’m also not going to talk about what I do all day and how important that is – if you’re a parent, or you’ve met parents, or you have a parent, you probably have a fair idea of what keeping children safe, fed and entertained all day involves.
I was raised as a Christian, at different stages of my life I attended church or Sunday school with my family and up until moving out of home I said grace every evening before we ate dinner. I did Christian Education in primary school, and for my childhood and most of my teen years I had a very fond relationship with the idea of a Christian God.
I’m noticing a lot of talk about vaccination lately. I’m pretty sure it’s due to it’s due to the measles outbreak in the USA that originated in the Disneyland theme park in California. I’ve seen other bloggers posting impassioned pleas for parents on “both sides of the debate” to be kinder to each other and to understand where we are all coming from- a desire to do the best we can for our children. I can certainly see a value in kindness- nobody will change their stance if you insult and offend them repeatedly.
Average. Mediocre. Ordinary. All words to describe myself as a child. I always did ok at school, and at everything else I put my hand to, but I never really excelled at anything. I worked hard, I did what was required of me, but nothing in particular came naturally to me. Heck, I barely scraped into the university degree I desired…actually, scrap that…I didn’t even apply for the course I truly desired. Because, ordinary.
I’m always jealous when someone says with absolute certainty that they are completely done having babies, that they know with all that they are that their family is complete and they have no deeply buried yearning to do it all over again, to be pregnant, to give birth, to hold another tiny newborn, to bring another completely whole brand new person into the world. I so wish that could be me. Certain. Clear. Complete.
It’s easy to flip through a catalogue or stroll down the toy isle and find hundreds of toys to buy for kids for Christmas. But if your household is like mine, and you already often feel like you’re drowning in toys, perhaps leaning towards non-toy stocking fillers this Christmas might be in order. So I’ve compiled a list of 30 non toy gift ideas.
Something has been on my mind for a while and it’s something that, as a woman, a mother and as a person who has a pair of breasts, is very important to me.
Saying “I support formula feeding IF” is just as bad as saying “I support breastfeeding BUT”.
I breastfeed my children because I CAN and because I CHOOSE to.
I’ve breastfed my son for 3 years and I’m currently breastfeeding my 2 year old.
Today – and any day – is a good day to ask people that simple question; “R U OK” You might start a conversation that could change someone’s life.
According to Beyond Blue in Australia:
1 in 6 people will experience depression at some stage in their lives.
1 in 4 people will experience anxiety.
1 in 7 mothers will experience postnatal depression and 1 in 10 mothers will experience antenatal depression. Anxiety is likely to be as, if not more, common.
This moment on Futurama summarised how I feel about what I do all day – especially since being a “Stay at home Mum” for the last 3 years.
Most of the time what I do goes unnoticed, not because nobody cares but because it’s just what must be done. Nappies are changed, children are fed, hugs are given, games are played, we sing songs, read stories, I get drinks, apply band aids, check temperatures, flush toilets, I prepare meal after meal after meal – whether they decide to eat it or not – I do piles of dishes and mountains of laundry, I tidy up toys, I vacuum and mop and so on and so forth.
Returning to work can be both an exciting and daunting experience, especially writing resumes for parents returning to work. For many parents, ‘self-confidence’ is holding you back and keeping you from applying for those part-time positions. Well we’re here to help! It’s only natural to feel intimidated and nervous about applying for a new job, but this is the perfect opportunity to re-vamp your resume and put your best foot forward.
Online society in particular has this thing where you have to be pro or con on the breastfeeding stance (this is how it comes across, I am not at all saying breast feeding mothers are exclusively bottle feeding haters and anti formula Nazis) I have felt more shame feeding my …
I’m raising dependent children. No, that’s not a typo. I know that independent children is supposed to be the thing that parents want to achieve, but it’s really the last thing I want to do. Like, literally the last thing I do as a parent will be when my child becomes independent. That’s when they move out, get a job, rent their own place, start doing their own laundry and when that day comes this Mumma is going to celebrate with a bottle of champers! But really, that’s at least a decade and a half away! Right now, with a 2 and 5 year old, independence isn’t the lesson of the day.
April Abbott is a Registered Nurse with extensive experience in her field who has effectively been forced out of the hospital system in order to meet the needs of her family. Recently the National Centre for Social and Economic Modelling compiled research showing that some mothers are earning as little as $3 – $4 an hour once childcare fees are taken out.
Panicking doesn’t solve anything Pretty obvious, right? But it’s easier said than done the moment the door clicked behind me when I realised I had left my hand bag inside. I gathered up the nappy bag, pram, buckled in my toddler and strolled out the door – off to collect …
Mother’s Day. For many, a day of sleep-ins, breakfast in bed, new slippers and handmade cards. For some, it also serves as a reminder of one of the most significant losses we can experience. For me, it is both of these things.
My mother passed away on May 28th, 2008, the day after her 54th birthday and a couple of weeks after Mother’s Day. I don’t want to relive her illness and passing here, as almost 6 years on it is too raw a wound to re-examine.
I guess what I am doing is talking about why it’s such a hard day, when your own mum isn’t here to celebrate.
Mothers day, it’s almost upon us again. The chance for shops to spruke things that mums ‘want’. Those fluffy dressing gowns, the heated slippers, the foot baths, fizzy bath bombs, smelly soaps and the latest romantic novels.
But to me, mothers day has always been about making my mum breakfast, serving her a cup of tea, maybe a nice big bunch of flowers and seeing whether she would like to go to a farmers market.
t’s been a few days since my last Pap test, so I’m feeling very proud of myself (my doctor even gave me a Jelly Bean, so pats on the back for me!) The one prior – and only other papsmear I’ve ever had – was 5 years ago. Whoops. Better late than never though!
I’m sure I’m not then only person who knows they should get it done, and then doesn’t go, and keeps on putting it off – for years. For me the biggest “fear” for me is the unknown.
Mother’s day is back! This day always sneaks up on me, as most years I consider myself the mother, and I forget about my own mother for Mother’s Day (sorry mum!) So with a few days to go, I’ve compiled a list of cheap and cheerful ways to say “Hey mum! I love you! And I’d totally buy you jewelry if I had the cash, but I don’t, so here’s what I got you instead!” (Don’t worry, my mum hasn’t been completely deprived, her birthday was a couple of months ago and I bought her jewelry then!)
Ever have one of those days where you want to run away from home, or hide in the bathroom with a never ending bar of chocolate?
I am having more and more days like that.
I tripped over my toddler last night while holding my dinner. A full bowl of my favorite soup, and it went all over my computer keyboard. Needless to say after a flurry of rushing back and forth, trying to keep my kids away while I cleaned it up. My keyboard no longer works.
Breastfeeding is not a piece of cake, but there are similarities. The year my daughter turned two it took me three days to construct her birthday cake. It was a beautiful white chocolate mud cake with a fondant farm yard, inspired by something I saw by Martha Stewart. It didn’t occur to me that Martha has battalions of experts behind her, and I failed home economics. Modelling those little animals in the small hours of the night was a mission though to everybody else it might have seemed a little obsessive. Ok, perhaps more than a little. Baking and decorating my children’s birthday cakes is an act of love, and the planning and process of baking a gift in itself.
My friend phoned me and was understandably upset about a situation that had just happened to her and her son.
She’d taken her daughter to school, bringing her 2 year old boy along. He was playing with a Barbie doll when they left, so Barbie came along for the ride. At school, while standing in the playground waving his big sister off to class, the little guy clutching a Barbie doll was surrounded by a small group of older boys, maybe 8 years old by my friend’s estimate. They began to taunt and tease him about his doll, asking him if he was a boy or a girl.
There’s so many polite euphemisms I’ve used to describe my daughter: “Challenging”, “Strong Willed” “Determined” and “Intense” (by which I mean “difficult” “combative” “stubborn” and “throws tantrums… a lot”) She’s always been like this, since she was a brand new baby, I’ve been shocked by how intense she can be.
There have been many times I’ve looked at my wonderful little girl in the middle of a massive meltdown and wondered “Where have I gone wrong?” But when I’m calm (and she’s calm) I look back and I do know that this is the right path for us.
It might be not be the right approach for all people or for all children, but it’s what works for us.
Today we visited Masters Homewares and they were having some celebration, out the front was a petting zoo and I won’t lie, I was more excited than the children were about the prospect of patting a bunch of sweet, fluffy animals!
I love animals, growing up I always had several pets, my dad often joked we were running a petting zoo. Not all at the same time, but over my childhood I had a few budgies, finches, a cockatiel, I hand raised some native honey eaters, as well as a rescue duckling, we had chickens, fish, yabbies, a blue tongue lizard, a few guinea pigs, a couple of rabbits, mice, rats, dogs and cats.
My kids were bouncing around on the bed tonight, singing ‘Ring Around the Rosie‘. I told Margo (the older one) to stop (for the eighteen millionth time) because the little one is still a toddler and clumsy on her feet. Margo didn’t really listen and I didn’t really have the energy to pull them apart soooo… a minute later, they were crumpled up in a heap on the bed, crying and clutching at their freshly sustained injuries. The little one had a bloody mouth and the big kid had been bashed on the head by some sharp flying body part, like an elbow or chin. Both were hurt and both were crying really hard.
My 2 boys (ages 2 and 4) have had croup more than 5 times between them and every single time it’s turned everything upside down. My last experience start last Sunday (16th March), and I thought I would share this story to help parents want to know when dealing with it.
Firstly, What is Croup?
Croup is a viral infection that causes an inflammation of the larynx and trachea, they swell and put pressure on the windpipe, which is what causes a very loud wheezing sound when your child breathes. It effects younger children more, because their windpipe is still small. It can last approximately 3-4 days, and the cough can last a few weeks after the inflammation has gone down. Most cases result in going to hospital for immediate assistance.
I’m working the late shift this week and by that I mean, my partner is working late. I feel for him, I really do, most day’s he’s leaving early and he’s getting in late, he’s often getting home tired, hungry and frustrated. But as bad as I feel for him, I feel worse for me. I’m fumbling my way through this new minefield of challenges. I’ve had the odd evening on my own, he’s gone out at night, or stayed back at work before, but not night after night. It’s much easier to handle when it’s “just one night”, but this is a fortnight of consecutive nights and it’s taking it’s toll on me.
The first time I saw the “First Kiss” video, I did get caught up in this sweet and oddly familiar scene, despite it being a bizarre set up of 20 “strangers” asked to kiss for the camera, but I think we can all relate to that “first kiss” awkwardness, building – hopefully – into intimacy. But shortly after this video swept through social media, rumours that it was a “hoax” surfaced. Apparently it’s video for a Wren Studio where you can actually buy some of the items seen in the video.
I really don’t know what to make of Maria Kang. On the one hand, I do like her overall message, I’ve spent some time over the last couple of days reading through her websites, looking at what she’s said in media responses and interviews, and she does appear to be promoting a positive message about mothers making themselves a priority and taking care of our bodies.
To the man who sat next to me in a hospital hallway,
We didn’t talk, but we shared an hour of our lives. Not just any hour, but an hour that I’m sure felt like a lifetime for you as much as it did for me. We didn’t speak. We didn’t even make eye contact while we waited in the hallway. We sat in a row of 3 seats, with an empty seat between us. We both went through the same routine to pass the time. Checking our phones: lock – unlock – lock – unlock. Tapping our feet, or jiggling our knees. Then moving to rest our elbows on our knees, and foreheads in our hands, staring at the floor, overwhelmed by our own uselessness. Then straighten up, breathe deeply, and stare at the ceiling instead.
I am the first to admit that I think reading is boring. Especially children’s books. Especially when my kids often want the same books read night after night. The only time that I read is when I want information, so I am interested about the topic and require an answer. I only read if I have to.
I read this post “Why do parents make parenting sound so God-awful?” recently and then again on DailyLife under the title “Do parenting blogs put women off motherhood?” and I’ve heard childless friends express similar feelings, so I thought I’d throw a little glimmer of hope your way.
I’ll start by saying that I don’t think it’s all bad to vent away, online, or in real life, it can be liberating, entertaining, and it can still be brave. I know for myself, I was telling people that I was feeling great, how much I loved being a mum, how easy my son was as a newborn – that he was sleeping well – gosh It was a fairy tale that everyone said it would be!
I’m going to say it. I don’t think having a smart phone hasn’t ruined my life, relationship or ability to feel joy.
I’ll admit I do get too distracted sometimes, too busy, too caught up in “hold everything, someone was wrong on the internet” but on the whole I find it a very valuable device. I love that I can share photos instantly with family and friends…. I can balance the budget, chat with friends, read and send some emails, browse Ebay, set reminders to go off on both mine and my partners phone, all while breastfeeding my daughter on the couch, is also pretty cool.
With Christmas coming up, I enjoy taking my boys to go see Santa every year. It’s something I think I did once when I was kid, and I really wish we did it more. I loved talking to him, and I loved the keepsake of the photo. There are lots …
Catherine Rodie-Blagg recently wrote about a book titled “Reasons My Kid Is Crying” and how her opinion of that book was changed after taking a photo of her own daughter mid-tantrum. The post was definitely pause for thought for many, and kicked off a whole different train of thought …