Not that we need a euphemism for “breastfeeding”. But E calling her beloved mama milk “Mimi”, in her raspy-but-soft voice, is the cutest thing ever, really. And right upfront – because I can literally hear you all think “but… how oooold is E again…?” when I write about “breastfeeding: E ist currently 18 months plus a couple of days old. And yes, we are still breastfeeding, and loving it (ever so unfashionably). Against all odds. Some might find “long term nursing” revolting. Other mamas might be inspired. So here’s our story. Captured and supported with some beautiful pictures, curtesy of the wonderful Alex of Glowing Tribe.
As a lover of all things Anglo-Saxon, a slow cooker is high up on my (rather long…) wish list. Although we have never met – something tells me its truly missing in my life. True and sad story though: slow cookers just don’t seem to exist in Switzerland. Or at least they’re not really a thing here. Shame for all the good Pinterest recipes I have archived in my life (it must have been a couple of thousands, only). I had almost given up on the thought of ever owning one, of ever being able to recreate the mouthwatering – and easy! – meals a slow cooker promises. Until one fine day, Betty Bossi knocked at my door and offered me to test their Multikocher All in One (read: slow cooker!). Yay, right?
Nutbutters have been on my list of favorite ingredients for years and years… And the domain is endless. Nutbutters are real multitalents, adding “oomph” to just about anything, from smoothies to porridge and müesli to desserts. To dip a slice of apple in almond butter…? Hmm, delicious. And they’re good spread on top of rice waffles, crackers and bread. Or, come to think of it, on their own! Eating them by the spoonful sounds as decadent as it is, alright.
As a mama, it’s not always easy to look fresh and put together. Even if you’re going for a casual, effortless or, as I call it, “basic” look – it just doesn’t work the way it used to when you were “young” anymore. Basic now often comes across as “undone” (and I don’t mean that in a good, bed head styling kinda way). No time paired with only having two hands (duh) – it’s kind of the mama formula. For those of you who don’t know what I mean, I’ll spell it out: holding your baby (now: toddler) while getting showered, dressed and made up… near impossible. I always joke that the priority as a mama is to be “clean” – and that actually “looking put together” is lottery. Some days, you manage to look effortlessly cute. Other days not so much. Caring is a luxury, though.
Who knew I was going to be the outdoorsy mama… The mama who always chases the sun, always prefers going for a spin in fresh air to being stuck inside. Well, go figure. No one ever told me playtime in the sand and dirt with little one would be that much fun! Here we are, though, muddy, sandy, sticky, soaking wet, stains from impromptu picnics all over the place… but happy. Continue reading
Even before mamahood, gift giving was kind of my biggest hobby. And nowadays with baby (pardon me, toddler of course) I’m kind of in non-stop gift giving frenzy…! The explanation being: little one simply „needs“ so much stuff… From everyday basic clothes to functional wear like rain boots to books, toys, tablewear and snack boxes… Endless. With a toddler, shopping kind of nevers stops.
Hi folks, I’m back, and hasn’t it been ages, again… Sure couldn’t have planned for a better return than this, though. Having a toddler means getting to indulge in things that we, as grown-ups, tend to forget to enjoy. Immersing ourselves in play, simple, infinite play. I never thought I was going to be the mama who fills the home with kids’ paraphernalia. In fact, I might have turned up my nose at people who did so, whoops. But here we are, and apart from E’s room, every other room and nook in the flat has been conquered by her toys and knick-knacks, as well. I guess you change your mind. What do they say? “Happy kid – happy mama” – so true! Continue reading
We were “en vacances” in the beautiful Provence, France. My aunt’s house has been my favorite vacay destination, ever since 1982. It’s a hidden, old gem with giant garden. Something about it being entirely non touristy makes it all the more special. And with bébé, I think it’s even better to have your own kitchen etc… Even more so, since we were on a mission: introducing solids! But I have to start at the beginning (tiny excursus following, please read on).
With baby, I soon found out that finding time for relaxation is almost impossible. Relaxation, what is that? Like, time for myself? There has literally been not a single minute to myself, ever, this year. Yet, I don’t feel like I really missed out on anything. Okay, scratch that. I would adoooore a pedicure, every now and then, really. And maybe a dinner with hubbie, all to ourselves. You know, when we’re not both completely tired from the day. Continue reading
I am two, and I will never be one again. Now you probably think, Scarlett, are you nuts? Well I read such an intriguing article recently, where the author and mom put the thought forward that after having kids, you’re not just one being anymore, but two. You’re your kids, as well. Your whole being thinks and acts and feels for more than just yourself. Inevitably. The question if you’re feeling alright is inevitably and forever linked to the question well, are they well? The kids, and also the hubbie? Continue reading