Photo above: Percy is eating from his Mess Kit, kindly sent from long-time blog reader, Emma This post started with a phone call to Bron, my editor over at Mumtastic. We were chatting about [...]
this weekend I… came to terms with the fact that the washing fairy doesn’t exist wondered why our summer has, so far, been pretty wintry got angry at the lego made ‘Christmas [...]
I’ll admit that I was suffering from motherguilt because I had never taken Che to the dentist. Motherguilt has incredible power; it makes me ponder my choices, it keeps me on my toes. [...]
I’ve decided to stop teaching my Sunday morning hatha class because, well, sometimes “I” need to be priority. I may be old fashioned in thinking that Sunday is rest day, but so [...]
I like the process of looking over the day through photographs. Of seeing things so easily missed by the busy wandering eyes of a muma. Another day and another challenging toddler. But just now [...]
Ever since Anna attended one of my birth workshops with her hubbie and full-belly in tow, we have enjoyed a constant conversation over email. Last week I sent her a quick reply and two of the [...]
I have been thinking about weaning ché for a while now. but as has been my experience of mothering i’ve always taken a long while to move onto the next stage. in retrospect each and every [...]
The focus for my pre-natal classes at the moment is asteya or letting go of greed. Being in the here, the now, not wishing or grasping for the journey to end. Enjoying the present [...]
Bhakti is a sanskrit word meaning devotion or love In the growing, birthing and raising of our children we are challenged and we surrender. We devote ourselves to these little beings that came [...]
I always tell my pre-natal students that pregnancy and motherhood is about surrender. You surrender when you conceive, you surrender to the journey of pregnancy and when your baby is ready to be [...]
And honesty is a good thing, right? I received an email from a New Yorker today – a mum, yoga teacher and photographer. She reads this space often and asked me why I never really talk about [...]
Yep, Che is speaking three-syllable words. And his Dada’s pride is palpable. Why? Because after saying the usual Muma, Dada, bubba, hello, no…he can say motorbike (mo-ha-ka). I [...]
