The Cooking Mum: Leftover Quiche

When cooking for a toddler it is very hard to figure out how much he or she is going to consume for that meal. Some days the little man picks at his food for a few mins before seeing how many times he can hit the dog with carefully aimed spoonfuls of whatever I've slaved in the kitchen to make for him.

For the last few days, The Little Man has been going through, what we think (hope), is a growth spurt. He's eating everything and anything you put in front of him. And when he's done he looks up with those big brown serious eyes and says "More, more, more, more?" (currently his favorite and most reliable word-meaning association).

So this weekend I've made some little snack sized quiches to tide him over between meals so he's not filling up on baby crackers and bananas.

The Gamer Mum: Character Selection in MMORPGs

Its been so long since I last made a gamer reference that I feel like I'm letting the side down. Of late, I've been playing Guild Wars 2 for about an hour or so some nights when The Little Man goes to bed. It's my wind down-I-don't-want-to-do-housework time of day. Previously, we've played Lord of the Rings Online, Minecraft, Assasins Creed (hubby, not me I get motion sick with all that jumping) and Portal 1 & 2. And as mentioned in my first post, we met on World of Warcraft.

The Steady Mum: Baby improved balance

The Little Man and I went out for lunch together last week. Nothing too fancy, we were just suffering from a little bit of cabin fever and decided to cycle to the nearby shopping center to grab something at the food court. On these occasions, I tend to get food which I can share with The Little Man, so no fast food or spicy stuff. We settled on some Vietnamese beef noodle soup.

After paying the guy at the counter he asked if I needed any help with the tray. I said I should be alright and picked up the tray. He shook his head and said "Mothers are amazing." I smiled back at him but in my head I was thinking "Well DUH.... that's obvious, what's your point?"

The Winning Mum: Nappy Bag Giveaway

So 11 likes on the facebook page so far. So I took a snapshot of the facebook gadget on the blog page. It should be 11 but I realized that the one that was missing in the gadget was my Mum so it's alright. 

Went to Random.org and generated a number. Like so:

Fortunately the number didn't come up as 1 or 4 or I'd have to reroll.

So now I just have to congratulate Emma G. Now you don't have to go buy one of your own. :-) look out for a facebook message from me. 

The Working Mum and Breastfeeding

I love my job. It's crazy, the hours are long, the pay could be better, and it is way too stressful and demanding. For a bit of a relaxing change of pace, I go to work :-)

Fortunately, I work for a very understanding company who genuinely want me to continue working for them and aren't just grudgingly obeying federal regulation which prevents them from firing me just because I want flexible working arrangements.

When The Little Man was 6 months old, I went back to work 2 days a week, Hubby worked 3 days a week, and between us we managed without Daycare. At 11 months, The Little Man Started Daycare once a week (That was all we could get because our daycare had a waiting list a mile long). Hubby went back to full time and I dropped to working the one day that The Little Man was in daycare. These days, I've gone back to work 2 days a week (except when my mother flies into town to visit [her grandson]). 

During those visits, I  get to go to work 5 days a week and The Little Man spends 2 days in daycare, with the rest covered by his grandmother. This gradual shift back to work has resulted in two things: 

1.)   My Mum's visiting dates are now the subject of business strategy meetings; and

2.)   I've needed to work out my own strategies around breastfeeding

Matters of Monetary Maternity

When we found out that we were going to have a baby I, like most people, needed to mentally prepare for a huge dip in our discretionary income and thought we'd be living on toast and porridge. This was actually something the hubby and I have been through while trying to survive university. And as fun as those times were, we agreed never to go there again. 

One of the benefits of living through times of monetary leanness is that one gets a teensy bit fanatical about budget (spreadsheets, savings graphs, etc), and I've found that the arrival of our Little Man has not really broken the budget. 

We've done this just by being conscious of a few things:

Parent Rooms

One of the perks of becoming a parent is the ability to use the exclusive facility of the Parent Room (A.K.A Baby Change Rooms). To the uninitiated, Parent Rooms are purpose built toilet facilities catered especially for families. This may include (but is not limited to) a Microwave, Change Tables, Private Nursing Rooms, Older kids Play area, large sinks (for washing up a particularly messy poo*) and even a extra large toilet cubicle which may comfortable fit a family of 5 if necessary.

*Yes I said it! One gets very comfortable talking about Poo when one becomes a parent.

Coded, Constructed and CONTEST!

As you can probably tell I have been doing some major renovating on this site. This is the first time since The Little Man was born that I've had to do any kind of coding so I'm very glad that, that part of my brain still works (part of the shrinking minority I'm pretty sure)

Quick rundown of the changes and for details of my first giveaway:

The Nappy Bag

There are days I flip between being a consumer and a minimalist. Usually the longer I've been using something the more streamlined it becomes. For example, it used to take me about 3 days and the limit of the baggage allowance to pack for a week long trip but now I can put together everything needed for a family of 3 in a single suitcase,in an hour before we have to leave for the airport. Not skill just practice.

This has been the case for our nappy bag as well. Back when we were newbie parents, the consumer giants (i.e. Baby shops and TV) convinced us that we absolutely needed a nappy bag. Hubby was adamant that if he was ever expected to carry the nappy bag that it was not going to be some flowery pink monstrosity. So together we went out and selected the Ryco messenger bag, in a manly black colour.