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My head feels and sounds like an ocean. Yep, that's how blocked up my ears are. In fact it's so bad I'm pretty sure I can hear the inside of my brain working (but at least it's working, right?). This month I've compromised on my no-screen policy (and by compromised, I mean Ashton is watching at least one Paddington Bear movie a day, at least!) and the kids and I are getting A LOT more couch-time while we've all been sick. So naturally, cleaning has been last priority while we couch-potato it up. In fact it hasn't been properly cleaned since the first week of September... Today I made a move and tried to disinfect my kitchen. Everything was feeling so grimy and germy, and how are you meant to get better when you're literally living in germs? But after 10 minutes of cleaning I needed at least an hour of couch time-recovery... That's okay, I'll take it slow. And in the meantime I'll enjoy aaaaall the couch cuddles ✌
New bib, hu dis?
Haaaaaaaayyyyy 👋 Well... it's been a kicker few weeks over here. September 2019 marked another anniversary of my year around the sun, but it now also stands to be remembered as a time of loss, of grief, of stress and anxiety, of weird illnesses and swollen lymphanodes, of going back to work, of body aches, of doctor's appointments and blood tests and ultrasounds that aren't looking for babies, of prayers and faith and of course if clinging to what really matters - my family and my hope in Jesus Christ. And I sound really dramatic (and in truth I am) because I'm fine. Really guys, I'm fine now. Praise God, all my tests were clear and my fatigue disappeared over a matter of days. But I've had a lot of soul searching in my Instagram absence, and I've had a lot to process. I've enjoyed my time away, which is the beauty of a relationship with social media that is on your terms and your terms only. Thanks to everyone who checked in on me. I know I'm not the only one who's had a hard time recently. So this is my call out: if that's been you too, please never hesitate to reach out! I have so much to look forward to: this month my blog turns TWO, summer is on it's way, I've started back at my incredible job, I have two incredibly cute boys and an amazing husband and Christmas is on it's way! I have to cling to that instead of all my worries because frankly, this life is too short. If I've learned anything, it's that nothing (not even tomorrow) is guaranteed. It's time to do it. Whatever "it" looks like to me. I'm still here. I'm still writing. This is my journey in words, thanks for following along! And if you've never read my blog before, please do! It is my heart and soul. See you on the gram (yes, yes, don't worry, my breakfast stories will be coming back too).
NEW (LATE NIGHT) BLOG POST: It's been a day... a rough day. So naturally... I ate too many squares of peppermint dark chocolate and wrote about my feelings. Link in bio 💛
Yesterday I said goodbye to a beautiful friend. She loved to laugh, to chat, to shop, to care, to drink coffee, to walk, to read and to build things out of Lego. She was 31. Her daughter is 18 months old. Cancer. I hate it with every bone of my body. I hate it with every cell and every thought. I hate that it can so easily take everything away from us. It takes our friends, our family, our capabilities, our careers, our dreams and our aspirations. It's so unfair. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. She was 31. Her daughter is 18 months old. I hate it, but I can't help but appreciate the lesson it has taught me: That no one's tomorrow is certain. That life is too short. There is no perfect time to die. When your time comes, you probably will wish you had more time and there might be some stuff you'll regret. But you will never regret holding your loved ones that little while longer. You'll never regret pursuing a life long dream. You'll never regret exploring and discovering. You'll never regret caring or being kind to someone without expecting something in return. You'll never regret being a part of something bigger than you. So book the trip. Eat the cake. Buy the damn t-shirt. Kiss your loved ones every chance you get. Make someone's day, even if they don't deserve it. Keep learning, keep teaching, keep chasing. That's what she did. She was 31. Her daughter is 18 months old. And I miss her already.
Poppa love 💛
The view from beyond my double chin. Jia Chen, I love you in ways my heart never imagined existed 💛
What do you reckon this is? This weekend, my parents and I swapped households. They moved downstairs into the self-contained flat we've called home for the past almost three-ish years, and my little family of four moved upstairs. This meant a big shuffle around and, for my parents, a big opportunity to go through their belongings and decide on the stuff that counts. But what do we hang on to? And why? And what does it even count for in the long run? I don't have all the answers for that, however I do know that in the clear-out, my mum found this incredible item that looks like its come straight out of a boho etsy shop. Saaaaaah trendy. It's made either by my great aunt or my great grandmother, and has the single purpose of storing your pjs on your bed during the day. I love it and use it every day after I make the bed! Speaking of sorting out, I wrote a blog post earlier in the year about the Marie-Kondo-mania sweeping the country, and about what it really means to clear out our closets. Read via the link in my bio, in my blog post called "The Culling" ♡
"I'll pick you up at 8" ✌🕶
New blog post ♡ Raising two children is... well... hmmm.... it's been interesting. With three months experience, I wanted to disclose a few of the things I found out the hard way, in the hopes that other mamas might relate, or might be able to learn before their second child comes along. Link in bio ♡
Any tips on how to introduce a bottle to one small baby that loved it up until two weeks ago? He took 30mls tonight... which is an improvement. But Olly have one night out in September (just one night!) and we'd like to attend it without our littlest one if possible... ♡♡♡
I made a thing: Home-baked tortilla chips and fresh guac 🥑 Pretty sure Ashton is 80% avo right now. He eats it like I eat chocolate 🙊 Happy weekend everyone!