This week’s instalment of the Friday Feature is a little different. It’s in the form of a Q & A that I’m so thrilled to share with you. Seriously Milestones is a business operated by a beautiful mumma that truly is an inspiration. This beautiful lady is seriously funny, genuine and compassionate. I’m so honoured to be in her cyber company. I feel privileged to be able to share with you this script today. Without further ado, scroll on and keep going all the way to the last word. Then, seriously just click on the link to find out more. You seriously will love this insight into the lady behind Seriously Milestones. Continue reading “Seriously Milestones – Friday Feature with Curvy Mummy”
During my childhood and adolescent years I was surrounded by a lot of stronger personalities. I was the youngest of a large family. Our cultural background encouraged girls to have a calm and ladylike demeanor. Therefore my upbringing instigated a foundation for a timid and shy personality. I never actively tried finding myself and it didn’t occur until my late 20s. I was single with no prospects of the future I always dreamed of. But one day I woke up to Continue reading “Finding Myself Again After Becoming a Mother”
When writing about making mum friends thus far I’ve focused mostly on the struggle I’ve experienced. Today I’m writing about getting over the hurdle that we create for ourselves. Exactly! We create the hurdle. Making mum friends is exactly like making friends of any sort. As mothers we’ve given it a different title and talked about how hard it is to achieve. But do we talk about why and what makes it hard? What or who are mum friends? Are they your play date buddies because they have children the same age as yours? Is your mum friends’ companionship convenient because they live in the same town as you Continue reading “The Curvy Mummy Guide to Making Mum Friends – Part Two”
The past week has been one where I wish I could’ve changed so much. My mood has been awful. I have the determination to succeed still. But I’m not implementing it. My will to continue with this fitness journey is there but only just hanging by a thread. So what about motivation? It’s there, but certainly not as much as I know I need it to be. I’m questioning myself, can I really do this? I’m not proud to tell you right now that I’m experiencing a strong sense of self-doubt. Continue reading “Questioning Myself, Can I Really Do This?”
Living as a one income family has its perks and perils. There was a time where it was the norm for the husband to be the sole bread winner. I remember the days where it was expected for a woman to be a housewife. Women stayed home to care for their babies and to be there when their older children arrived from school. Housewives have been portrayed in the media as pretty and well-groomed in the past. They always had perfect manners and greeted their husbands with; How was your day love? I mostly remember this in films such as Bewitched and Happy Days. Yes those are really old films but I loved Continue reading “How Was Your Day Love?”
Of late my boys have tested me with misbehaviour in a high frequency. In the last fortnight my eldest boy has been showing signs of becoming a lot more head strong than his mother. My younger baby bear is just a natural at having no thread of patience. From just a few months old he was named the ‘Hangry One’. The moments where he doesn’t get his own way he will slap the wall, the floor, the fridge, and even the dog if he just happens to be there. Sometimes I can’t help but chuckle even though I’m really over it. Behaviour problems are so much easier to deal with at home. My children are very well behaved when we are out and about. So much so it brings me to a point where I think people won’t believe me if I complain about tantrums at home.
As a mum of two now I look back often at the time when I had one baby bear. I remember people would always ask if he was my first. When my response was
When you see the words Motherhood Melbourne what thoughts come to your mind? I first noticed the profile on Instagram during my daily #instastalking activity on Instagram. My first assumption was that this was some sort of social group sharing all things motherhood in social media. As a mum myself and originally from Melbourne I wanted to find out more. I started following, stalked some more on Facebook and liked the page. I even signed up to the awesome newsletter! Looking through the website I found so much useful information for mums, especially useful if you’re a mum from or near Melbourne. I noticed there was an event coming up – exclusive for mums only. Then, when I received the email about the tickets for the Hood Mama Event I
They say when you stop wanting and searching for that missing piece in your life it will just fall into your lap. Or arms, or hands, or basket…or whatever is suited for that little bit of something you long for. In a nutshell that’s how my first pregnancy came about. My second baby wasn’t easy to brew either. I was in my mid-thirties and trying to conceive, I became my own enemy with over doing the googling about the statistics.
My journey of trying to conceive wasn’t the smoothest of sailing. But one thing I kept reminding myself was that there are others in the same boat. And there
I am a mum of boys and I couldn’t be more proud. Did I ever want a girl? Yes, of course I longed for a girl of my own, a mini me. But I’ve been blessed with two beautiful boys. I’m a mum of boys. Two healthy, happy and energetic boys.
It would have been so dreamy to have a girl of my own. How wonderful would it have been to have a little girl to share my makeup? How nice would it have been to have a girl of my own so she could be my shopping buddy? I could have dressed her up in fancy clothes any day of the week and she wouldn’t mind. Brush her hair and do it up in cute styles every day. But this wish I had Continue reading “I’m a Mum of Boys and I’m Proud”
What is self-care and why is it so important? If you’re a mumma or a mum-to-be have you thought about it? Are you practicing self-care already or aren’t you? I hadn’t even thought about all of this until recently. In the past I may have done a few things here and there that could be classified as self-care. But when I became a mum the first time I let it all escape out the door.
Why do some of us care for ourselves during pregnancy so much, and then not when we finally have our baby in our arms? That’s what I did. I put my baby first