Tips for Surviving a Ski Trip with a Baby

We’re blessed with all year sunshine and clear blue seas, yet a whole lot of us crave crisp mountain air and the sound of fresh snow as skis carve a neat line on winding pistes. That would be my husband. I, on the other hand, have a fear of heights that’s getting worse as I…

What my Toddler Taught Me About Potty Training

My husband and I have just achieved the Potty Diploma from The Potty Training Institute of Toddlerland – Here’s what we’ve learnt!

Book Recommendations from 2017 Reads

2017 involved a whole lot of writing: from very formal speeches to medical interviews and pregnancy-related articles,  the need to read fiction became much more of a ‘need’. In my lowest and most stressful periods, a few minutes of offline reading brought me back on track. I guess we’re getting a hang of the parenthood…

Identity

In 2014, I sat alone in a royal horse-drawn carriage bound for the Palace in the city of peace and justice. Close to the center, the city was busy and tourists took their phones out and waved. We must have been quite a pretty sight – two horse drawn carriages, one gold, the other black,…

International Babywearing Week

In those first months of motherhood, babywearing saved my sanity. It’s a life saver when it comes to running errands, especially considering our kerb-less roads; it was also a lifesaver in terms of ‘getting things done’ around the house. Whether you’re expecting or already cradling your newborn, exploring the magic (and independence) of babywearing is…

My Minute

It’s almost ten. As I’m sitting down writing this, the kitchen counter is still full of dirty dishes and laundry is still waiting to be transferred to the dryer. Unfolded clothes have been on standby for quite a while and the ironing board has been resting vertically against the wall too long for comfort. E-mails are…

Book recommendations from 2016 reads

Quantitatively, 2016 wasn’t a year of many books in our household. The parenthood package included a whole lot of worry, never-ending lists of new things, and an almost automatic lead to the holy grail that are other mummy blogs. Reading moved online, in 5 minute mini-breaks and in-between the rest of life. If anything though, I’ve…

To my one year old

Mummy can’t help but feel nostalgic. Listening to others sing you happy birthday sends me into a rapid flight back to the day of your birth. I never felt as empowered – or as vulnerable – as that perfect Sunday morning. It also sends me into a frenzy of emotions. Here you are, much loved…