My peanut turned 18 months last week. And this one, this special brand of tough nut, took two needles for her immunisation and didn’t even flinch. It was literally like nothing happened at all. She was sitting on my lap facing away from me when she was injected, and there was silence. I thought it was one of those silent cries – you know the ones, where there’s a pained face but no sound but you know the longer the silence the louder the scream will be when it finally makes its way out of their voice box. After a few seconds, I looked at her and she was just sitting there like, what? Then we waved goodbye to the nurses and went about our day.

Fricking hardcore, this girl.

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Gong xi fa chai! Because it’s the Year of the Rooster Cock Rooster, my social feeds are full of GIFs and images of cocks because yes, we are all juveniles at heart and it’s so funny when we can celebrate the year of the penis 🙂 So it was refreshing to find this adorable creation, born from an amazing collaboration between Blackstar Pastry, N2 Gelato and Baked By Andres. Cute chickens > than penises any day 😉

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Considering we live in Sydney, with some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, we hit the beach waaaaaay less often than I’d like. Well. To be clear, before kids I used to get to the beach at least once every weekend throughout summer. Because back then what did I need? A towel? And these days we need: swim wear, swim nappies, hats, sunscreen, snacks, beach tent – and this is all before we get into the real necessities of a beach day – the scooper, the shovel, the rake, the smaller scooper too, the dump truck, the excavator, the bucket, the other bucket. And God forbid I should forget the watering can.

Going to the beach is now kind of a big production and doesn’t happen nearly as often as I’d like. So if we only get to the beach once this summer, it was the least Sofi and I could do to look ridiculously cute in our matching swimwear.

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I don’t know if it’s just me, but as a mum, I feel like I’m always waiting for things to get ‘easy’. I tell myself “it’ll be easier once he starts crawling”, “it’ll be easier once he turns one”, “it’ll be easier once she’s down to one nap”, “it’ll be easier when she’s on solids”… the list goes on. But here’s the catch: it doesn’t ever get easier. ‘Easy’ is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You think you’re getting there and it’s just fucking. out. of. reach. Gaaaaahhhhhh.

So it’s one of my new year’s resolutions to enjoy the ‘easy’ now.

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