Simply Cushions Quorra range

So Panu has been bugging me forever to get a new couch. Mainly because the one we have is a cheap one we bought from Fantastic Furniture when we first moved back from London six years ago. It’s getting old and ratty, but we can’t get a new couch. Why? Because toddlers.

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I’ve been giving Sam more treats lately. Not every day and certainly not every meal, but you know, I’m like he’s three, almost three-and-a-half. He can have a damn cookie. So he gets treats like Tiny Teddies, Hello Panda and the occasional Ferrero Rocher (only when he’s been very very good mainly because that’s my treat).

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Thursday is my favourite day of the week. Every day has its own merits – Mondays to Wednesdays I have no kids, sometimes I’m working, often I catch up with friends and eat ice cream. So by all means, they’re good days. Fridays I have both kids (read: hectic) but we also have our regular FriYAY playdate so that’s fun. Saturdays and Sundays need no explanation. But Thursdays are my favourite, and they’re the ones I spend with Sofi.

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I’m lucky that my kids are pretty good eaters. They eat most things happily – and the things don’t even have to be cute, that’s just my own little obsession – and eat meat (chicken, pork, beef) like it’s going out of fashion. I try and get fish into them at least once a week, and my go-to dishes (which I know they’ll like) are either steamed barramundi with ginger & black bean sauce, or salmon & sweet potato patties. Last night I tried a new one on them – baked honey soy salmon.

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I had a really random thought about my mum the other night. Literally, late at night before I fell asleep, a memory that had never been more than a passing thought popped into my head. I recalled my first day of kindergarten. My mum had taken me to school on the back of her push bike and introduced me to my new friends and teachers. I wasn’t too phased initially and wandered into the room, curious about everything around me. I looked back and my mum was there by the window, with all the other mums, waving – probably holding back tears – but putting on a brave face for their little people, starting school for the first time. I waved at my mum, and wandered further into the room. A few minutes later, I turned to look again and my mum had gone. Panic swelled from my heart to my throat. I cried and cried.

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