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“Making a Bum Job Better” – Cheeky Wipes: Review.

I’ll start now by saying that that snappy title isn’t my doing. I saw it on the Cheeky Wipes’ website and thought it was brilliant!

Anyway.

I first started using Cheeky Wipes when T was a few months old. We should have probably used them sooner – what with the poonami’s we were encountering – but in the midst of newborn chaos, we didn’t get around to “setting it up”, which is daft as it’s hardly a difficult, or time consuming task.

If you haven’t heard of them before, Cheeky Wipes are the makers of reusable wipes.

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If you’re not a family that cloth bum, don’t worry. Neither are we. We, too, were disposable city. So when we first saw Cheeky Wipes at a Baby Show we were dubious. We didn’t think we’d get round to using them, we thought it would just add to our wash load, we thought it’d be expensive. Neither of those points have come true for us.

To use Cheeky Wipes, you have two lidded tubs. One labelled ‘Fresh’, one labelled ‘Mucky’.

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You also have two bottles of scented oils labelled the same for each tub. I’ve found that even with the lids firmly shut, you still get a nice aroma in the room once the oils have mixed with the water and remains even when the mucky bin is getting… “Mucky”.

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In the green, mucky bin, place the drawstring net in the tub (there’s even neat little hooks to hold your bag in place), put 6-8 drops of the green bottle; we have teatree and lemon scent, in and then fill the tub with water.

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In the blue, fresh bin, place 6-8 drops of the blue bottle; we have lavender and chamomile in ours, fill with water up to the first line and then place enough wipes (roughly 8-12) up to the second line. Each wipe consists of a square, flannel-like, terry nappy material.

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Easy.

One flannel should deal with one nappy change by wiping, folding, wiping, folding and then potentially wiping again. I don’t think I’ve ever had to use more than one wipe, even for the messiest of changes.

Once the mucky bin is full (for us, it’s around 15 wipes or when the water is rather mucky) simply do the draw string bag up and put it in the washing machine with the rest of your whites (obviously remembering to take the whole bin down to the washing machine otherwise there’ll be drip issues).

The package we bought came with 25 white cotton terry wipes, two bottles of oil, and a travel option that consist of a mucky and clean bag in a PVC style fabric. This costs £39.99, however cost us around £35 thanks to Baby Show discount! You can also purchase microfibre or bamboo velour wipes. Wipes also come in a range of colours.

We really like using Cheeky Wipes as not only are we being Eco-friendly, but we’re saving money on wipes! Plus, no more incidents of T emptying a whole pack of baby wipes!

Cheeky Wipes also make a ‘Hands and Face‘ kit, a ‘Sanitary Pad‘ kit, and an alternative to toilet paper. Plus, they also ship worldwide!

If you’d like to try Cheeky Wipes, there’s a great deal over on their Facebook. Spend £35 and get a small double wetbag, plus 10 bamboo & minky wipes, worth £17.95 free! Plus, every Friday is ‘freebie Friday’ so keep an eye out on their page for deals.

K

Cheeky Wipes are our BML16 sponsor this year, however all thoughts and opinions are our own. We purchased our  own Cheeky Wipes package with our own cash. 

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We Are ‘Pulse’.

If you follow us on Twitter or Facebook, you may have noticed a change in usual programming when it comes to our posts of recent.

It comes following a devastating massacre in the early hours of Sunday morning, whereby a gunman (I won’t be using his name; it’ll just showcase him as the martyr he wishes to be) shot and murdered 49 people (probably more by the end of the week) and injured dozens more, in a club full of people from the LGBT community in Orlando, Florida. Not 49 people at random, 49 people specifically targeted because of who they love. Who they are.

They were brothers and sisters, husbands and wives. People closeted to parents or colleagues; who are now only finding out, people who have been “out” for decades.

As with any mass shooting or massacre (how I can say that in 2016 is beyond me), it comes with heartbreak and sorrow for thousands, however for me, this one has affected me the most. These people were my community. A community who already have every matter precious to them decided. Marriage. Children. Giving blood! And now this. Their life.

To top it off, June is the month LGBT communities commemorate the Stonewall riots back in 1969. A time where LGBT folk fought back against injustice. A time that seems to be reliving itself in 2016.

I’ve always prided myself on how truthful I am on this blog. How everything, warts and all, have always been on the table. However, tonight, I’m finding myself writing something I don’t often write about… Fear. Not the usual, everyday fear over whether I’m a good parent, but fear for the future and the things I can’t control. I haven’t stopped thinking since Sunday. Thinking about my family. My friends. My community. And I feel unsafe. Uncertain. I worry about the safety of my family. I fear for what world T is going to grow up in.


Sunday could have happened here in the UK. It sounds dramatic, I know, but we’d be pretty naive if we thought that the same hatred doesn’t exist in the UK. It does.

Did you know that more often than not a a same sex couple has already assessed their surroundings several times whilst walking down the street? Before they hold hands? Before they kiss their partner? They probably didn’t even know they did it, but they did. It’s automatic. As is knowing what pubs not to bother visiting, what holiday resorts, you name it. That is because of the prejudice we face and hear about from within our community every day. Every. Day. We still have signs in windows that advertise whether somewhere is ‘Gay Friendly’, you wouldn’t get that for ethnicity or religion, would you?

I’m lucky enough to be able to walk down the street with my wife and not have something thrown or shouted at in my direction, however that’s because I live in a gay-friendly city. Others, even in the UK, are not so lucky.


The great thing about social media, however, is that you can feel part of a community within minutes, a place you don’t need to check your surroundings. However it’s also a place where you read about hate. Where you see all the injustice still, and thanks to social media it doesn’t go unseen.

In comparison to the other tragic events that have occurred over the past few years, this has seen the least amount of support. Silence in some places. Taking my personal Facebook account as an example, I only saw a handful of non-queer friends discuss Sunday. A handful. I agree that changing Facebook profile pictures don’t work towards the bigger cause, but they send a message. Trust me. On this occasion it tells us we matter too. I’m not advocating that by not talking about it, or changing your Facebook profile, that you agreed with what happened. Far from it. How people deal with things is up to them, however silence is deafening. More could, should, be done. How is it that marriage for same sex couples in England and Scotland only occurred in 2014?! For Northern Ireland, it hasn’t, and potentially never will. That’s how far down the list we are.

So this is where we need you, our non-queer friends. We need you to stand with us, to stop allowing phrases such as “that’s gay” pass, for example. You may not do it yourself, and for that we thank you, however friends, friends of friends, family, may do. Phrases like this are just tips of the iceberg. It spreads inequality.

Sunday may not have affected you, but it does effect you. Until we irradiate this hate, it will continue in one form or another.

In fear of writing war and peace, I’ll stop now. I don’t know whether there was a point to this post, I guess I just needed to get a few things off my chest. I hope you can understand. We’re in pain. We’re scared.

K

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Not Just a Fridge

I was reading a blog post by the lovely ladies over at WeForgotTheSperm the other day, about little things that tell your story, and I couldn’t help but think about the things that tell our story – or at least tell others a bit more about us.

Our fridge is the hub of what goes on within our family. We pass it several times an hour, which means whatever goes on it rarely gets missed (although I’m pretty sure that those garden vouchers are two months old. Oops!).

From shop vouchers to shopping lists, fridge magnets of places we’ve been to, to photos of our family. It represents a piece of who we are.

Here’s a little bit of what our fridge says about us…

1) This photo was taken at one of our first family events as a couple, a wedding in fact. We were so young in both ourselves and in our relationship! It was an interesting day as S was somewhat of a feature; being the only lesbian in the family, and her girlfriend was hardly a delicate flower, what with a large mohawk and a suit to challenge the groom.

2) Vouchers, lists, and more lists. This weeks current list is from nana, who’s freezer is running low on meals for T. On the other side of the fridge is a magnetic whiteboard that acts as our meal planner for the week.

3) T’s first scan picture. A memory we will cherish for a lifetime.

4) A lesbian fridge wouldn’t be complete without a few emotive cards and fridge magnets. This Stonewall one is my favourite as it’s so simple and yet so powerful.

5) We’re geeks as well as parents, so our fridge wouldn’t be complete without a few geeky magnets. Batman, Lego, and Harry Potter are just a few you can see.

We’re not the only ones who share pieces of themselves via alternative methods…

Raising the Rings – Our mug cupboard! Nearly all of our mugs are personalised, so guests usually end up drinking out of someone’s face haha!

Twinderelmo – Our wardrobes… Three & a half double ones for me and my husband gets half … It speaks volumes!!

Dear Bear and Beany – When people go to the toilet in our house there is a caricature of Andy and I on our wedding day. It shows you the real us and not the lovely posed for photo’s.

The Parenting Game – My garden! We didn’t have a garden until we moved into our house 8 years ago, so all the different gnomes and ornaments tell a story between then and now.

Emily and Indiana – My keys! I’ve collected a keyring from every country I’ve visited so they really tell a story… although I’ve had to take my keys off separately recently as I had too many haha!

The Less Refined Mind – Our bookshelves! Books AND knicknacks – all holiday paraphernalia and bits and bobs accumulated from family end up there. Some of my most precious Christmas presents from my husband are also displayed there, and – of course – special photos.

Babyfoote – We have a souvenir shelf. Now two shelves. It holds holiday memorabilia for the past ten years! Overspilling a lot now!

Mum in a Nutshell – I have a wall in an cupboard until the stairs which I have measured mm & dated us all for the last 10 years my eldest now towers above me. It actually makes me a little sad as its a reminder of them when they were little

Where Roots and Wings Entwine – We have a wall in our house that we stick the kids artwork, school work, certificates and awards on. Its intresting to see how they change abd develop, our eldest especially with his writing and drawings.

Paige’s Preferences – In the playroom I have a rope and mini pegs one with the children’s drawings and another with pictures of the children growing up, I also have a little shelf of all the things the children have made , I do yearly hand prints to see how big they keep growing.

Made by Mandle – For me it’s the chalkboard in our kitchen, full of holiday fridge magnets, a save the date from outer wedding, and the house rules (which revolve around the walking dead).

Cash Savvy Tips – We have our own style which includes a flamboyant victorian fireplace and traditional kitchen combined with very modern floors and walls. The walls are all decorated with inspirational quotes. I think you can tell alot about a person by their style.

The Mini Me’s and Me –  We love to travel and be outdoors as a family and not only do I have a wall dedicated to welly boot pictures and artwork I have a collection of mosaic animals (mostly geckos), 1 from each of our holidays abroad.

Over 40 and Mum to One – I’ve got wooden/pottery cats I’ve collected from around the world dotted around the house and pine cones my son collects from everywhere we visit at home and abroad.

Mummy is a Gadget Geek – Our cookbook collection – we try and pick up a new recipe book from every country we visit 🙂 some lovely recipe inspiration in them, I really enjoy reading all the different ideas and then trying to make some of them!

Cardiff Mummy Says – I’m another fridge person. Glad to know I am not the only one! Ours is covered in magnets from various holidays and day trips, photo cards (hubby and I always do photo cards of the kids for each other’s birthdays), other family photos, little drawings from our children, lists and so on. Sometimes I wonder if it looks a bit cluttered – but everyone always comments on it and spends ages looking at all the old photos. Far better than having them all still sat on the computer, I think! The rest of our kitchen cupboards have our children’s art work on.

It’s nice to know we’re not the only ones who detail their life in a small space. It’s also the things you don’t realise, like; CD, DVD, and book shelves, your clothes, even what you eat, tell others a bit about you.

What have you shared recently? What place in your home tells others a bit about you?

K

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Days Out: WWT Wetland Centre, London with Robinsons. 

Last week, I was very kindly invited by my friend Chelle to join her on a trip to the Wetland Centre in London. I’ve never been before and seeing as I LOVE a good nature reserve I couldn’t say no.

The day itself was in aid of a new campaign by Robinsons to #EnjoyMoreWater, which is well timed as I’m terrible for drinking water – which is super important as a breastfeeding mum! T, on the other hand, is a brilliant drinker.

The day started rather early, so early that I had to wake T at 6am! He was surprisingly ok with this and within the hour we were up, dressed, fed and out the door. After a quick train to Brighton to meet Chelle, we were on our way!

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The thought of travelling to London with a one year old, especially one that prefers to crawl, was rather daunting, however once T locked eyes with Fizz and Beetlebum, he was happy (several snacks may have also helped with this!).

The journey was really easy, and despite having to make two train changes in central London and then a quick hop on the bus it went surprisingly well. I’d happily and confidently do that journey again and would recommend it if you don’t drive and fancy going somewhere different.

After a short walk, we arrived at the Wetland Centre.

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Despite the cloudy weather, it was still a beautiful sight to see – you instantly forgot you were in the middle of London.

The Wetland Centre is ten minutes from the area of Hammersmith, and is a conservation charity for wetlands. Their goal is to educate people about preserving water for wildlife; whether it be in the form of recycling rain water to providing water for animals, as well as working on making drinking water clean and safe.

The location linked nicely to the event as Robinsons are also campaigning for adults and children to drink more water – with most adults not knowing how much water to drink per day (8 glasses, by the way).

After a quick walk to our room for the morning, we settled down to tea and introductions. This was lovely as I got to meet other bloggers and their little ones. T, on the other hand, was far more interested in making an exit out the patio doors!

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During the day we learnt about how important water is for our bodies – with water being the main cause of tiredness and head-aches, not to mention happiness and concentration in children. I also found out that water is everywhere, even in food (any excuse)!

The day then finished with lunch and an afternoon around the centre…

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As mentioned, you really don’t realise you’re in the middle of London with all the green space and birds flying around you. There’s no traffic noise pollution, and there’s enough space to knacker even the most energetic of toddlers out!

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We were at the Wetland Centre for at least 2 hours, and if it wasn’t for the fact that we had to catch a train we probably could have spent a little while longer there. There’s so much to do and I will definitely visit again. Not only is there the main path way walk that surrounds the nature reserve, you also have several buildings to visit; detailing different exhibits, from bat houses, to bugs, to pollution and recycling. There’s also several bird boxes and viewing points!

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We had a wonderful day and would highly recommend paying the centre a visit. The day has also given me a kick up the backside to drink more water!

K

We were invited by Robinsons to visit the wetland centre as part of their new campaign to #EnjoyMoreWater, however all thoughts and opinions are our own.

 

 

 

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#Photo365 Photo Challenge: May In Pictures.

This month saw the first sight of summer, with warmer evenings and even hotter afternoons. We’ve already had a few alfresco dinners, and T’s been living in shorts and t-shirts (not to mention, factor 50!).

If this is a sign of the next few months I’m going to be very happy!

If you’d like to follow our Photo365 challenge, you can find us over on our Instagram here.

K

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Meet My #BML16 Sponsor!

This year, I’ve finally taken the plunge and decided to go to Britmums Live.

If you don’t know what #BML16 is, it’s the biggest blogging conference in the parenting bloggers calendar. I don’t class myself as a professional blogger (far from it), which is why #BML16 is perfect for me, it’s open to all (or at least I was able to slip through the net!). #BML16 is a great place to network and meet friends old and new, as well as attend workshops and talks.

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This year, the wonderful gals over at Cheeky Wipes have very kindly agreed to sponsor my trip to #BML16.

My #BML16 Sponsor!

Cheeky Wipes are home to the reusable baby wipe. Simply take a wipe from the ‘clean’ bin, use it, and then put it in the ‘mucky’ bin. Wipes can also be used at the top end – which is perfect for when breakfast is concrete weetabix. Plus, Cheeky Wipes also make cloth sanitary pads!

We’ve been using Cheeky Wipes since T was born and as well as being a great product, Cheeky wipes are a wonderful company. Based in Seaford, East Sussex (just around the corner from us!) they started their company over 7 years ago! Their creator, Helen, is a mother of four and created Cheeky Wipes following a history with eczema that was irritated by disposable wipes.

We’ll be writing a full review of cheeky wipes later this month, but I can honestly say that Cheeky Wipes were one of the best investments we made. As a family who didn’t buy into cloth diapering through fear of creating more work with extra washing, we were sceptical as to whether a) cheeky wipes would actually clean T, b) whether we would use the wipes and c) whether it would just add to our wash load, however over the past 13 months, neither factors have been a problem at all. I can honestly say that we’ve saved a lot of money on wipes by using Cheeky Wipes!

I can’t wait until BML#16 and although I hope to learn a few things whilst at the conference seminars, I’m mostly looking forward to meeting some of the bloggers I’ve thoroughly enjoyed reading over the last few years. Some of which I now class as friends.

Once again, a big thank you to Cheeky Wipes!

K

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Birthdays as a Parent

Pre-kids, Birthdays were somewhat of an exiting affair. In our house, you often got breakfast (of your choice) in bed, presents, and then a meal (of your choice). We usually went out; whether it be for a spot of shopping or just down to the beach. When we were young(er), we may have even ventured out out, like, to an actual bar!

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Post-kids, birthdays are completely different – or it certainly has been this year! This year has definitely reminded me I am now a parent.

My birthday celebrations started when I came down with some sort of poisoning. It wasn’t pretty. So after leaving work four hours early, I went straight to bed. This would have been the perfect birthday treat if my current company wasn’t a bucket!

By 4am my body had had enough sleep; which wasn’t bad considering I was asleep by 6pm (my body must have been making up for the last 13 months), however it’s likely I was woken by a wailing T who had woken up to his eyes being glued shut thanks to conjunctivitis.
S was wresting with him to not only change his nappy (which he hates right now) but to clean his eyes. T wasn’t having any of it.

After jokingly wishing me a happy birthday, S got on with changing him. S had already prepped a bottle of boob and therefore ordered me back to bed (we still hadn’t confirmed whether my dodgy tummy was food poisoning or a bug, and that’s all we needed – baby vomit).

He woke 2 hours later, his eyes even worse than before so after some breakfast (which I just about stomached) and presents (which T helped me open – wasn’t too blind for that!), we went off to the eye hospital’s A&E department.

As expected, T didn’t nap like he usually does in the car, even though we had timed going out around his nap time. How stupid. Now we had a cranky and poorly baby.

Although the staff were amazing, jumping T ahead of the already forming queue (who knew there’d be so many eye emergencies on a Saturday afternoon!), we were still there for almost 2 hours by the time they found the right equipment and treatment.

Loaded with drops and a baby with bright orange eyes thanks to his fluorescein test, we decided to try and make the most out of the day by visiting a local farm, however the weather got the better of us so we gave up and just went home.

By the time we got home, we just about managed to squeeze in a film before it was dinner time for T and then bed. Once he was asleep, I just about managed a curry (unheard of for me) before it was bedtime for us. How very rock and roll!

Although I seem to have just been unlucky this year, I can’t imagine that future birthdays will be any different (minus the eye gunk and vomit). Long gone are the days of lay ins and meals out, but who cares – I have this as a view now.

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I’m going to #BML16

When started this blog back in 2012 I never thought I’d ever have the desire to attend a blogging conference. I assumed they were for professional bloggers. Not me. If I’m being honest, I guffawed at the thought of sitting in a room to talk ‘blog’. I love(d) blogging, but at the time, not THAT much.

However, over the past few years, I’ve read several wonderful blogs, become friends with these wonderful bloggers, and have really got into blogging. Because of this, I’ve decided to bite the proverbial  bullet and buy a ticket to Britmums Live.

The guys at Britmums have set up a ‘I’m going to Britmums (#BML16)’ linky for attendees as bit of an Ice breaker. Here’s mine:

My name: Kate

My blog: www.lesbemums.com

Find me on Social Media: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram

How I look:


Is this my first blogging event: Yes! I’m excited, nervous, giddy, apprehensive, you name it. I’ve been reading blogs for years, and so the thought of meeting some of their authors has turned me into bit of a fan-girl.

I’ll be wearing: Most likely jeans, a t-shirt, and my decade old converse that have seen better days!

What I hope to gain from #BML16: Primarily friendships, but if I’m able to learn a few things then that’ll be a bonus!

My tips for a great conference: As this is my first conference, I don’t have many. However, I guess organisation is key. I’ve already started packing my conference bag. It currently contains; my phone/camera, notepad, pens, portable charger, book(s), snacks, a loaded Starbucks card!

K

Are you going to Britmums? What are you looking forward to?

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Days Out: Spring Barn Farm, Lewes

Last week, Sharon and I decided to take some friends to Spring Barn Farm in Lewes. Spring Barn Farm is a local farm and camp site to us, but we’ve never got around to going as we wanted T to be of an age where he’d appreciate it.

It was a lovely day weather wise, which made the experience all the more enjoyable as the majority of the activities are outdoors.

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As well as T, we also had a 15 month old and an 8 year old in our party so I was a little worried that there wouldn’t be enough to entertain everyone, however I was mistaken!

After we bought our tickets we went through to the outdoor main area. This area is huge and consists of several play areas, bouncy pillows, and a pedal go-kart track for the bigger kids (including me). There’s also an indoor feeding and petting area that had everything from rabbits and guinea pigs to Llama!

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I think this was our favourite area (for now) as T got to walk around the barn and interact with the animals. He was most intrigued by the Llama, or more they were with him.

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Outside, the animals continued to appear with an array of enclosures around the main play area including Sheep, Goat, Ducks, fluffy pigs, and, my favourite, Donkeys.

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I really liked how the enclosures were designed, it made it look more interesting and the animals seemed to be really happy.
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After spending 2 very quick hours outside playing on the bouncy pillows and digging in the sand, we then went indoors for a coffee in the soft play area. This area was surprisingly big with a variety of areas play on as well as two large vertical slides. Even on a busy Sunday, we were able to find seating and our friend’s children were able to play without any queuing on the slide.

The only downside to Spring Barn farm is the café area itself. It probably needs a little updating as the serving area was quite cramped, and the menu could probably do with being expanded as although there was a variety of cooked food (burgers, ciabattas, etc.) available, there wasn’t much choice when it came to things like cakes and treats; although this could have been because of the time of day we visited. Apart from that, however, it was really enjoyable and reasonably priced. We got a round of chips and hot drinks, with ice creams all round.

Spring Barn Farm is absolutely stunning with the whole farm being surrounded by 360 degree countryside.

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Attached to the farm is also a campsite, which may come in handy later on this year when we practise our tent building skills. I’d certainly like to wake up to the sound of cows and ducks in the morning.

There’s also a gorgeous farm and gift shop onsite, full of food grown locally. Whilst there, we picked up our dinner for the evening, and a book for T. At the shop you can also buy food for the animals during your visit.

I’d highly recommend giving Spring Barn Farm a visit, especially during lambing season. The kids can really stretch their legs and there’s a huge variety of things to do and see.

K

We were not compensated for this review, we just thought it was great!

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The Breastfeeding Chronicles: Golden Boobs.

This month I received my golden boobie award!

For those of you that don’t know what I’m talking about, there’s a fun award system within the breastfeeding community for every milestone you reach during your breastfeeding journey. It looks something like this:-

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And why not? Breastfeeding is hard. So why not have a little fun whilst doing it.

I honestly didn’t know how long I’d last, I didn’t know how long T would want it, but getting to a year has made me feel so proud — especially as I only thought I’d feed until T started teething, but the fact that he started teething at 3 months meant I had to continue, there was no way I was going to stop at 3 months.

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The first few weeks were really hard. It hurt. Every day I told myself to get to the end of the day, but then the ‘end of the day’ turned into ‘the end of the week’. As it got easier, as the pain faded, something kept me going. Maybe it was watching T thrive. Maybe it was because I was/am too tight to pay £10 for a tub of formula when I have all the free food I can get right on my chest. Who knows. Either way, though, I kept going and out of no where I reached a whole year. I couldn’t be happier.

I’m over the moon that I’ve reached this huge milestone, however it has come with an ever approaching downside.

T has started to wean himself off the boob.

It started a few weeks ago when T only took a few sips of milk one morning, but was still moaning as if he was hungry. I offered again, but it didn’t seem to quench his moans. I wondered whether it was me and that I was empty, but after a quick squeeze (big mistake, sorry curtains) I realised that I wasn’t the issue.  It wasn’t until I offered breakfast that he was back to his happy self. T didn’t want milk. This has been going on for a few weeks, on and off, regardless of whether he’s slept through or not.

This week, however, has seen the biggest change of them all when T went a whole day (apart from a little drink before bedtime) without boob. A whole day. This was unheard of. Usually, he’d need a little something before nap time, but no. He just went to sleep. At the moment I wait for him to signal that he wants some boob, it’s only when he’s under the weather or teething (i.e. Requiring a bit more comfort) that I offer, however most of the time it’s up to him to tell me, and this works out great. Since starting nursery he gets a bottle of cows milk in the afternoon before nap time, as I can’t keep up with pumping for S and nursery so I reserve my expressed milk for S and her bedtime routine, and so to stick to this routine, on my days off, I give T a bottle of cows milk in the afternoon. It’s a really nice routine, it gives T the extra calories, and T seems to like it as well. But I can’t help but think that this is the beginning of the end.

If I’m honest, now that I’ve reached a year, I was hoping to get to at least 15-18 months. Why? No idea. It just felt like a good age to think (not stop) about weaning him off. Before, teeth were my milestone, and then it became weaning, but then we just kept going. If T wanted it, he got it. I guess since hitting a year I assumed we’d keep going until we both felt it was right, however T seems to have reached this point before I have!

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I don’t know how I feel about this, and in a strange way I don’t know whether I’m ready to stop yet. It sounds weird (thanks to society and their damn sexualisation), but I enjoy feeding T.  I enjoy providing for him. I enjoy that moment where everything stops and it’s just us. Deep down, perhaps breastfeeding, to me, signifies that T is still a “baby” and by not wanting to feed anymore he’s no longer a “baby” and is reaching toddlerhood.

Over the next few weeks I’m going to work on the “Don’t offer, don’t refuse” method of feeding as kindly suggested by someone recently. I like this as it means its up to him to lead, and maybe my boobs will get a well deserved rest.

So… Is it up to me to decide? When did you “stop”? How did you feel about it? I’d love to read about your journey.

K