Baby grows. And grows. And amongst all the wonderful reasons to be excited and happy as baby grows, one sad thought recurs to me; it'll also be the end of an era.
By the time baby comes there will have been 20 months of Euna and I on our own. Of course Steve is here on weekends and other people drop by. But the two constants are us, Euna and Mummy.
Thing is we're a team. For as long as I've been on this Mummy-train, she's been there with me. Everything I've learnt about being a Mum has been with her. That accounts for the wonderful, the beautiful, the exhausting, the life-changing, the frustrating, the fun, the bits when I didn't want it to end and the bits when I wondered would they ever end?! She's been my muse, my guinea pig, my first baby love, my crash test dummy, my lead product tester and my chief in charge of parenting quality control. She's been it all.
Equally I've been everything to her. For 9 months I was literally her universe whilst she became her. Then I fed her, just me, for 6 months. I'm her chef, her bum changer, her beautician and hygienist, her maid, her chauffeur, her... This list is boring me... Just everything!
Team Euna and Mummy we are. Though this duo is soon to change. And whilst this makes me happy in so many ways and there are so many wonderful things to come from the upgrade to a trio... There is part of me that is sad to see the back of so much exclusive Euna and Mummy time.
Nothing lasts forever right? Few things in this life are permanent. And I suppose fewer things would be special if they were permanent.
At this point in a post I like to kind of round things up positively. Fact is there is a sadness here, be it immensely outweighed by so much happiness to come, but there is an ending approaching to what has been the most wonderful time of my life. Truly. I don't regret the end, not a bit, I simply recognise it is to end and it was wonderful.
Thank you Euna, you've been beautiful. xxx
“...and here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad...gilded with impermanence...” John Geddes, 'A Familiar Rain'
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Wednesday, 14 August 2013
Our Duo Isn't Forever...
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Friday, 11 January 2013
Big Words on Tiny Ears
My parenting style changes every day. Some days I think to myself there is no style, no technique, no fad, just love. Be myself, be comfortable, create a peaceful environment and love her in it. Strip it back and just go with my instincts.
Other days I'm dynamic Mum. Book Mum. Gina Mum. Rapley Mum. Jo Frost Mum.
I like being easily influenced. I like letting too many influences in. It's flexibility. It's being absorbent and experiencing life around you. There's something young and naive about having that much faith in everything and I love it. I don't want to be a cynic.
Today I'm "an-article-my-friend-Jane-found-in-the-Telegraph-Mum". Crudely summarised the article talked about the differences between girls and boys. Boys are power focused. Raising boys is about managing their relationship to power. Girls are about vulnerability and seeking acceptance. Apparently raising girls is about managing their want for approval and ensuring that they do not define themselves by approval from others.
Interesting. Often we (Steve and I) have commented to each other that Euna seems to mostly learn by accident. She does something by random chance and consolidates that knowledge when we praise her. For example she learnt to clap in the bath. I was pouring a trickle of water from a jug on to her belly, she tried to catch the water and executed an accidental clap. I praised her, clapped along, clapped along and now if I say "clap hands!" she claps.
So of my survey of one, The Telegraph has hit the nail on the head.
The article then talked about banning the word "good". Instead use other adjectives such as clever, strong, creative, loving etc. "YOU'RE SUCH A GENEROUS GIRL!" "THAT'S SO SMART! WELL DONE!" and so on.
I have clear memories of my parents debating about how, as parents, they should respond to me crying. Was I being silly and oversensitive? Or was I being empathetic and caring? My Dad (I see now with my baby as the eternal push-over) perceived me as empathetic. I was praised for it. I am now a very sensitive soul. I've bought homeless people dinner. I SOB at soap operas, game shows, charity appeals, pixar animations. I like that about myself. I see it as a strength. Now, am I like that because I was praised for it? Would I have always been like that but the variable is whether or not I'd grow to like it about myself? Should someone have toughened me up? All debatable.
Like with so many discussions I have with myself regarding parenting I loop back around to the time old nature versus nurture conundrum.
However, what I do not want is too much of an emphasis on obedience. I want her to be gentle because she is loving, not because I told her. Thoughtful because she enjoys exercising her clever mind, not because her teacher will be cross if she doesn't. Funny because she likes expressing wit, not because her friends laugh. I want her to be wonderful things independently.
So whilst I'm talking to her I will definitely be throwing in a wider vocabulary of praising words. She is strong and clever and brave and affectionate and she will be praised more specifically for it. The pinch of salt taking comes in the form of not damning myself when a "good girl" slips out.
Lessons
Her ears are tiny, so words are big.
I want to be a thoughtful parent so I'll think, but I want to be a relaxed parent so I'll forgive myself at the same time.
If you Pintrest it there are million inspirational "10 Things to Tell Your Child Everyday" esc links to feel fuzzy reading and get your broader positive reinforcement vocal started... I started a board for you guys.
Other days I'm dynamic Mum. Book Mum. Gina Mum. Rapley Mum. Jo Frost Mum.
I like being easily influenced. I like letting too many influences in. It's flexibility. It's being absorbent and experiencing life around you. There's something young and naive about having that much faith in everything and I love it. I don't want to be a cynic.
Today I'm "an-article-my-friend-Jane-found-in-the-Telegraph-Mum". Crudely summarised the article talked about the differences between girls and boys. Boys are power focused. Raising boys is about managing their relationship to power. Girls are about vulnerability and seeking acceptance. Apparently raising girls is about managing their want for approval and ensuring that they do not define themselves by approval from others.
Interesting. Often we (Steve and I) have commented to each other that Euna seems to mostly learn by accident. She does something by random chance and consolidates that knowledge when we praise her. For example she learnt to clap in the bath. I was pouring a trickle of water from a jug on to her belly, she tried to catch the water and executed an accidental clap. I praised her, clapped along, clapped along and now if I say "clap hands!" she claps.
So of my survey of one, The Telegraph has hit the nail on the head.
The article then talked about banning the word "good". Instead use other adjectives such as clever, strong, creative, loving etc. "YOU'RE SUCH A GENEROUS GIRL!" "THAT'S SO SMART! WELL DONE!" and so on.
I have clear memories of my parents debating about how, as parents, they should respond to me crying. Was I being silly and oversensitive? Or was I being empathetic and caring? My Dad (I see now with my baby as the eternal push-over) perceived me as empathetic. I was praised for it. I am now a very sensitive soul. I've bought homeless people dinner. I SOB at soap operas, game shows, charity appeals, pixar animations. I like that about myself. I see it as a strength. Now, am I like that because I was praised for it? Would I have always been like that but the variable is whether or not I'd grow to like it about myself? Should someone have toughened me up? All debatable.
Like with so many discussions I have with myself regarding parenting I loop back around to the time old nature versus nurture conundrum.
However, what I do not want is too much of an emphasis on obedience. I want her to be gentle because she is loving, not because I told her. Thoughtful because she enjoys exercising her clever mind, not because her teacher will be cross if she doesn't. Funny because she likes expressing wit, not because her friends laugh. I want her to be wonderful things independently.
So whilst I'm talking to her I will definitely be throwing in a wider vocabulary of praising words. She is strong and clever and brave and affectionate and she will be praised more specifically for it. The pinch of salt taking comes in the form of not damning myself when a "good girl" slips out.
Lessons
Her ears are tiny, so words are big.
I want to be a thoughtful parent so I'll think, but I want to be a relaxed parent so I'll forgive myself at the same time.
If you Pintrest it there are million inspirational "10 Things to Tell Your Child Everyday" esc links to feel fuzzy reading and get your broader positive reinforcement vocal started... I started a board for you guys.
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Friday, 21 December 2012
Christmas Baking
This is NO foodie blog. Granted. But lets forget that for a moment and marvel at my efforts to pretend for a day...
Tomorrow we will host an open house for our friends, family and neighbours. We're offering mulled wine, some baked goods and bucket load of festive spirit. I have been FAR too enthusiastic with my invitations and I can only hope people bring coats and so are happy to stand in the garden...
A couple of recipes I plan to serve up are...
My Mum's recipe for mince pies;
500g Stork baking margarine (or any other butter)
1k self raising flour
3 jars of mincemeat (shop bought... like I said... this is no foodie blog)
2 beaten eggs
Crumble flour and butter into a breadcrumb like consistency with your fingers. Make a "well", pour in water, knead into a dough. Don't overwork.
Roll out to 5mm thickness. Use large circle cutter to make bases. Add a teaspoon of mincemeat. Brush egg around the edges. Cut out a smaller "lid". Place on lid. Brush top with egg. Bake at 180 celsius for 10-15 minutes.
Did I mention I LOVE her?
"I'm getting a hint of winter snowflakes with an undertone of blackcurrant and old boots..."
Lesson:
Bake. It's Christmas. Shop online (with wine) and sit in all day baking whilst you wait for deliveries.

Tomorrow we will host an open house for our friends, family and neighbours. We're offering mulled wine, some baked goods and bucket load of festive spirit. I have been FAR too enthusiastic with my invitations and I can only hope people bring coats and so are happy to stand in the garden...
A couple of recipes I plan to serve up are...
My Mum's recipe for mince pies;
500g Stork baking margarine (or any other butter)
1k self raising flour
3 jars of mincemeat (shop bought... like I said... this is no foodie blog)
2 beaten eggs
Crumble flour and butter into a breadcrumb like consistency with your fingers. Make a "well", pour in water, knead into a dough. Don't overwork.
Roll out to 5mm thickness. Use large circle cutter to make bases. Add a teaspoon of mincemeat. Brush egg around the edges. Cut out a smaller "lid". Place on lid. Brush top with egg. Bake at 180 celsius for 10-15 minutes.
Gingerbread;
I found this one.
Chief in charge of tasting...Did I mention I LOVE her?
"I'm getting a hint of winter snowflakes with an undertone of blackcurrant and old boots..."
Lesson:
Bake. It's Christmas. Shop online (with wine) and sit in all day baking whilst you wait for deliveries.

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Wednesday, 19 December 2012
Christmas Stress & Measuring Expectations...
I am sure I am not alone in my childhood Christmas memories being littered with such Mummy catch-phrases as...
This will be the most wonderful Christmas. The only variable is if I am really there to see it.
"I get NO thanks from NO ONE!"
"I'M JUST TRYING TO GET ORGANISED!"
"I suppose you all think the Christmas fairy organised all this?!"
And other such theme tunes from the festively pressurised.
Now I get this is my first Christmas as a Mum and all I have to worry about is one little baby and a husband. But mix in half a dozen December birthdays, the fact we're hosting Christmas and some of THE most disorganised family members known to man and I'm about ready to bust out a shrill "I get NO thanks from NO ONE!"
I have a glimmer of it now. I don't like it. I don't want to go there. I want to be a source of fun for my children. I don't want to set myself up for being the bad guy but I also don't want to feel unappreciated.
There's a balance to be struck somewhere. It involves asking the following...
Who am I doing this for?
What is my goal?
Are my expectations realistic?
Am I so busy building "perfect" memories that I am missing the real stories being written?
I need to measure all this. Slow down. Absorb.
A few snaps from our trip to Jimmy's Farm... The PERFECT spend of a sunny winters day...
LessonThis will be the most wonderful Christmas. The only variable is if I am really there to see it.
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Sunday, 2 December 2012
OH Christmas Tree! OH Christmas Tree!
Whenever someone starts a new relationship or starts a family they, like me, like you, love to think about starting new traditions with it. We love to think of us doing the same thing years from now. We love to think about us telling people how many years we've been doing it.
Essentially we want to create and tell stories.
You could say it's that kind of idealism and chocolate box inspired expectations of perfection that impose stress on us at this time of year. My response is that as long as your traditions embrace the weird, the unconventional and the unaffected then these little rituals are what anchor you to your loved ones at this whirlwind time of year.
Well here we are a new family at our first Christmas. I want to drink it all in. Snap it. Blog it. Bottle it and keep it close to me forever and ever. I worry with more babies and time gone by the novelty will lessen. I suspect it won't. Steve would tell me it won't because I'm an eternal romantic (though he'd use a word like "dafty").
Still I worry it might and as a result I'm throwing myself feet first into the festive fever. I'm a retailers dream, sucked into every cheesy slogan-ed festive themed baby onesie I see and if I spend any more time on Not on the Highstreet I may need to remortgage.
I do not need every piece of festive paraphernalia personalised with Euna's name. I do not need every piece of festive paraphernalia personalised with Euna's name. I do not need every piece of festive paraphernalia personalised with Euna's name. (Repeat.)
"You assess needle density darling and I'll just stand here and... NO I'M NOT TAKING PICTURES!"
Ooooo prickly...
Oh. I love them.
A decision!
"Wrap her up my good man!" everyone should speak ye olde English at Christmas... It's festive...
Can we goooooo noooowwwww...
Seriously... who needs baby sensory?!
NOW you play with them! Not last week when I have you in appropriate clothing and am desperately trying to snap a Christmas card pic!
Nom...
"Bear bottom" tights! Tee hee!
Now... We wait.
Essentially we want to create and tell stories.
You could say it's that kind of idealism and chocolate box inspired expectations of perfection that impose stress on us at this time of year. My response is that as long as your traditions embrace the weird, the unconventional and the unaffected then these little rituals are what anchor you to your loved ones at this whirlwind time of year.
Well here we are a new family at our first Christmas. I want to drink it all in. Snap it. Blog it. Bottle it and keep it close to me forever and ever. I worry with more babies and time gone by the novelty will lessen. I suspect it won't. Steve would tell me it won't because I'm an eternal romantic (though he'd use a word like "dafty").
Still I worry it might and as a result I'm throwing myself feet first into the festive fever. I'm a retailers dream, sucked into every cheesy slogan-ed festive themed baby onesie I see and if I spend any more time on Not on the Highstreet I may need to remortgage.
I do not need every piece of festive paraphernalia personalised with Euna's name. I do not need every piece of festive paraphernalia personalised with Euna's name. I do not need every piece of festive paraphernalia personalised with Euna's name. (Repeat.)
So here's the first of our festive traditions... Tree shopping.
Steve leading the charge..."You assess needle density darling and I'll just stand here and... NO I'M NOT TAKING PICTURES!"
Ooooo prickly...
Oh. I love them.
A decision!
"Wrap her up my good man!" everyone should speak ye olde English at Christmas... It's festive...
Can we goooooo noooowwwww...
Seriously... who needs baby sensory?!
NOW you play with them! Not last week when I have you in appropriate clothing and am desperately trying to snap a Christmas card pic!
Nom...
"Bear bottom" tights! Tee hee!
Insert a MULTITUDE of "Steve's Christmas baubles" related innuendo here...
For once I look taller than Steve!
Slow shutter speeds + wriggly baby on lap = mission impossible...
I told you I love them right?
FAILED traditional Christmas portrait... Hoping this doesn't become a tradition...
VOILA!Now... We wait.
Happy story making!
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