Breastfeeding – I know what I’m doing

My third baby is three months old and he’s my first breastfed one. Even though I always had a feeling I’d be excellent at breastfeeding (because I’m excellent at most things, obviously), for various reasons it never worked out with my first two. Thirteen weeks after having given birth, I can finally say that I got a hang of it and that I now know what I’m doing. I’m hoping …

Food we have at home

I thought I’d treat myself to an ice-cream because I haven’t had anything sweet to eat today, but then I remembered I had about ten spoonfuls of Nutella already. I quickly made myself feel better by using our kids’ logic and telling myself that it DOESN’T COUNT BECAUSE IT’S THE FOOD WE HAVE AT HOME! Now I’m off to get some ice-cream because I haven’t had any “proper” sweet food …

Stains, stains, go away

I feel like a fraud shouting at my kids to watch how they’re eating considering that most of the stains on my clothes originate from me missing my mouth when trying to feed myself. Visible stains on my shirt at the moment:– front: coffee and some egg– all down the back: baby puke Time since I put this shirt on:– 44 minutes Chances I’ll keep the shirt on all day …

An insult which is the deepest expression of love

“Benny, without you I would be always happy,” said Molly to crying Benny and I thought to myself: “Her attempt to calm him down is going to go terribly wrong”. I was about to stop her from saying anything else, but there was calm and tenderness in her voice so I let her talk. “You often make me angry, Benny‚Ķ and I like that! Without you I would always be …

Unexpected meeting

I just had a brief encounter with a woman who seemed vaguely familiar but who obviously knew me. Unexpectedly, the longer the conversation went on for, the more it became apparent that she had no idea who she was talking to either, but both of us continued to pretend that we knew who the other person was. We managed to cover the weather (Awful!), being tired (God, babies never let …

Strong resemblance

People say Oskar looks a lot like his Dad and I find that characterwise he’s very much like me: we’re both upset when we’re hungry, we absentmindedly stare into space until someone makes a silly noise and we’re ready for a nap about an hour after waking up. Conclusion: my husband looks like a baby and I act like one.