We’ve had lots of adventures this week: playgroups back on, creating birthday gifts and trips to the zoo. This week has been a good week where we’ve managed to get outside a lot regardless of the weather. As true brits we were determind not to let it get the better of us and simply bundled up warm!
This is a recipe I’ve been using for lunches for a while now as I’m not a great pastry lover but I do enjoy quiche…the solution? Crustless quiche of course, and this week I adapted it to fit into Henry’s BLW diet.
The Bear had her last day at nursery this week and I have mixed emotions about the entire thing. When we initially sent her to nursery it was not only a nessesity because I worked full time, but also a choice on our part. It was important to us from a social and development perspective for her to mix and engage with children her own age. We found a great nursery in the village and over the past 20 months that she has been attending, it’s been great for her and a decision I am glad we made. However, now I am going self-employed not only is the cost no longer warranted, but also there is little point in my taking the leap if I’m not going to be spending extra time with my children: that’s the whole point of doing this. Additionally it’s timed well as she’s really struggled to get back into things after the holidays so I think a change will be good for us all.
You hear a lot about judgement of breastfeeding mummies; horror stories of being told to cover up, asked to feed in toilets and being ostracised by society. There are huge campaigns to normalise breasfeeding which is a great thing, however I have to say I have never once felt judged for feeding my child until I started to bottle feed.
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Her – she adores him, perhaps a little too much as sometimes the way she interacts with him it’s like she wants to consume him. She’s possessive of her “baby brudder” and likes to introduce him to people and declare ownership should anyone get a litte too close…. “MY baby brudder!”
Him – he loves her just as must and if she’s in the room, his eyes are on her. You can see he’s desperate to play with her and seems to get genuinely frustrated over the fact he can’t join in, not quite understanding how she can do all of these amazing looking things and he can’t yet.
“You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth”