Hello there poppets! / L Plate Mama

There is special quality about children that reawakens your sense of joy and wonder in the world. Yesterday my Bub made the short, uncertain steps from baby to toddler. You could see the excitement on his face, so determined to pick up his little pudgy foot and put it infront of the other. And in the microsecond before he lost his balance and toppled forward into my arms, the pure joy of having achieved those two wobbly steps. Congratulations matey! It is such a privilege to see him learn new skills, discover new things, take pleasure in the simple wonderful things that adults take for granted. One of the windows in our front room over looks our little garden and the leaning Norfolk Pine, almost every time Bub looks out this window he smiles “Can you see the tree Bubba? Can you see the branches?”, he reaches out his arms and clenches and unclenches his fist, his main form of communication at the moment bar the baby babble. Bella Dog sneezing always has him in fits of giggles, and h...

Have you ever really wanted something, and really not wanted it at the same time? Maybe a new job; new challenges better money, but you’d have to leave your comfortable routine and your lovely work mates? Maybe moving to a bigger better house, but it’ll cost you more and the commute to work is longer? You want it, but you don’t want it. Like wanting a baby, but not the birth part. I’ve never felt quite as conflicted as the week leading up to my 10 month old Bub and I attending sleep school. We had colds, felt generally miserable and every cuddly co-sleep was bitter sweet. We had been waiting for months for the placement, I knew I had to have assistance to try anymore strategies, especially less ‘gentle’ ones (read leaving Bub to cry). But I didn’t know if I was ready to go cold turkey on night feeds and night cuddles. The morning we were meant to start I had decided Bub was too snotty, and we couldn’t possibly endanger the general welfare of the other baby participants, and their ...