Category: Living

Cooking with littles

Toddler hand pouring orange juice

I’ve been trying to involve Imp 1 more when I do housework. Much to my dismay, most of the housework still gets done by me and while I find it very regrettable and unnecessary that we are modelling these kinds of gender roles to our kids, the alternative is living in utter chaos (as opposed …

Spiekeroog

A toddler in a woollen hat and a fisherman's shirt, holding a plastic bottle, looking at the sea, the beach and a dog.

Two weeks on Spiekeroog and they just flew by. Quite literally, for Spiekeroog is an island in the North Sea and tends to be pretty windy. Apart from the occasional wind gust we had phenomenal weather though, so much so that I even had a touch of sunburn once or twice (and yes, I used …

Fourth Trimester as Four

A baby wearing a woollen hat

Imp 2 is three months! It feels like yesterday that he was born and yet suddenly the fourth trimester has passed and he is basically a grown up. When imp 1 was born, husband and I found the newborn phase to be surprisingly easy. We didn’t have any sleepless nights. Yes, she woke up to …

Milk stories pt. I

I’ve been breastfeeding for 26 months (phew!) and I am currently (not right this moment, just in general) tandem-feeding the imps. Throughout all this time and the many litres of milk that I have produced and fed to my kids I’ve never really had an issue breastfeeding in public. I never used a breastfeeding cover …

No phone zone

Husband and I suck. We spend way too much time on our phones (though considering that he’s Israeli he’s really quite good at turning his phone silent and putting it aside) and we take them with us everywhere. He is worse than I am, which he will deny, but he’ll also deny that about housekeeping …

Parenting myth: spoiling a baby

Imp 2 was born at home. We had a list of things we needed to buy and organise. Honestly, if that list had been your only clue, I’m not sure if your mind had jumped to home birth or murder. We needed plastic foil and large rubbish sacks and a whole manner of suspicious things. …

The Origin Story

Yesterday I asked my snotty toddler if she would like a tissue. She said ‘no,’ grabbed my shirt, and blew her nose with it. I laughed and wanted to tell this little story to someone – as proud mothers are want to do. But I deleted my twitter account to be more present and everyone …