I want to hold your hand.

My little Cosette must be having a growth spurt at the moment because I feel like she has been feeding a lot. It's got me thinking, so here are some thoughts... 

It's easy to feel a bit frustrated and tied down when feeding every hour or two (or even more) and even though I love, love, love breast feeding (yes, I'm one of those Mumma's) it is a bit of a challenge while also trying to attend to the other daily demands of being a mum...

•chasing Miss Frankie around

•setting up craft activities that last a whole two and a half minutes

•supplying seemingly endless amounts of food to my 'starving' two year old! (at her request for a third bowl of porridge yesterday morning I just put oats and milk in a bowl as I couldn't be bothered cooking them - she must have been hungry though cause she totally ate the whole bowl!!)

•trying to keep the house semi organised 

•ensuring bottoms are sufficiently wiped and so on. 

Things that I have realised while lying with and holding Coco in my arms have made me smile, reset my brain and enjoy it while it lasts. 

I also remember feeling this way when Frankie was little, but now it feels like an age since she finished feeding at 15 months. Time truly does fly (I cannot remind myself of that enough!). So I'm not going to wish it away but will instead enjoy this snuggling time because soon she will be crawling and running around and might not want to lie so still next to me. 

The other thing I've been thinking of is how proud I am of Coco's little chubby rolls that seem to be increasing by the day. I'm her sole source of food right now - so all of those delicious layers of rolls on her arms, legs and belly are all thanks to me and my milk. It really should be considered a super power if you think about it! I'm so thankful that I can breastfeed and have done it relatively effortlessly. I know it's not always easy for everyone - so for that I am truly grateful.

 When it comes down to it though, the only reason that really matters is that she needs me. I am her Mumma. She wants me. I love that. My little one born in the middle of Queensland summer is totally a snuggler! She loves to be held, loves to be close and loves to hold my hand and suck her thumb simultaneously. It's precious and it doesn't take much for me to be made all gooey and soft for her and her sweet ways! ❤️

Kind words

It's been a rough couple of days in our household. Miss Frankie Dee hasn't been very well :( Watching your kids when they are sick is so awful - I am sure everyone would agree with me on that one. 

Anyway - telling you about snot, vomit, coughing, spluttering & general meltdown all around is not going to make your day... But I'm hoping the following will. 

We've been speaking about being kind a lot lately! It's an ongoing lesson for all of us to learn - not just the two year old. Thankfully I have a sweet spirited little one and she really is genuinely kind and generous (most of the time) but she is also a real two year old! 

This morning I slipped on my dress for the day and she promptly said "you look nice Mumma, I like that dress. It's my favourite!" 

Let me tell you I most certainly went all warm and fuzzy. Compliments and kind words from my sweet girl made me remember that there is always a little bit of good. Always something to be proud of. Always something to smile about. 

I'm very grateful that sickness will soon leave and my regular, happy Frankie will soon return - but for today I am going to revel in those kind words from my girl as they really were the highlight. 

Hope you and your families are healthy and well ❤️

Here's a pic of my girl as she usually is...