Travelogue: Wildbrumby Schnapps Distillery cafe

Nestled amongst the valleys of the Snowy Mountains in New South Wales is the picturesque Thredbo Valley, home to the award winning Wildbrumby Schnapps distillery.

 

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Image credit: Wildbrumby website 

 

The 20 acre Wildbrumby estate boasts a Schnapps distillery, working organic raspberry farm, cellar and a quaint little cafe. The picturesque car journey there from Hill Top (where we stayed) itself was worth it. Lake Jindabyne was absolutely breathtaking, it was like we were transported to Switzerland.

 

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Image credit: bookjindabyneaccommodation.com

 

The entrance to the estate was interesting.  Austrian cowbells and horseshoes decorated weathered log fences, laser cut Wildbrumby signs proudly visible all around the vicinity, and the scenery surrounding the place is a sight to behold.

 

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Think Sound of Music. I can totally picture Julie Andrews singing here, or perhaps the Mother singing “Climb every mountain”

 

The inside of the cafe was very quaint but cosy. The main feature was the state of the art German-built distillery pot in the middle of the rustic cafe. It’s where all the final distilling takes place. You can tell by their menu and setting that the distillery has some sort of Austrian heritage. There’s the Farmers Pfandi, Austrian Beef Goulash, Kessler, Austrian apple strudels (which is totally different from the Australian strudels), lemon gugglhupf, Schnappygato, just to name a few.

 

 

Their Toby Estate ice coffee that the Mr ordered was awesome as it was aromatic and smooth, and the kids thoroughly enjoyed their Bambino cones. My ice chocolate was decent but nothing to shout about. Unfortunately, we weren’t a fun of the apple strudels, I think we still prefer the usual Australian apple strudel. We did love the bacon from the brekkie plate. Lol.

 

 

 

 

Mommy had a bit of fun tasting most of the Schnapps while daddy took the responsible role of being sober. My favourite was the butterscotch and peach nectar.

 

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Overall, it was a great experience for us. It’s rare that we get to enjoy a cuppa with the daddy without him being constantly on the phone busy with work. So we really treasured the moment.

 

I’d recommend everyone and anyone who is travelling to the Snowy Mountains to make the detour and visit this beautiful little place. We fell in love with the place, I’m sure most of you would too.

 

Wildbrumby Schnapps DistilleryCorner of Wollondibby Rd and the Alpine Way
Jindabyne NSW 2627 Australia
E info@wildbrumby.com
T 02 6457 1447 / F 02 6457 140

 

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Salon Review: J & K Hair Salon Perth

So, my hair has been breaking and falling ever since Littlest Warrior turned 4 months. After a month of unapproved leave from my Littlest charge, I finally got to have an hour off (Hooray for grandparents!) to go do something about the haystack on my head.

 

I am totally clueless about hair salons in Perth, and I don’t exactly fancy having my hair done here because as prejudice as it sounds, I don’t trust the locals with my hair. It’s true, Australian hairdressers just don’t know how to cut Asian hair. So I usually get my hair done whenever I’m in Kuala Lumpur.

 

But I really really really, like really needed a hair cut right now, and beggars can’t be choosers. After some research and recommendation by friends, it was down to between Tao or Hair and J&K Hair Salon. I decided to give the latter a try, just because it was easier to find parking compared to Tao. 🤣

It’s a few doors down from the Victoria Park woolies, so it was like, park at car park, walk 2 minutes and voila, you’re there!

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Owned by a Korean couple Aron and Alice, the establishment began back in 2010/2011, and they were already in the field prior coming to Australia. So as far as experience goes, it’s pretty decent. The store front is nothing to shout about, the interior is typical but cosy. Two Korean ladies rushed to served me as I made my way in. One asked me for my bag and jacket so that she may stow it away for me, while the other ushered me straight to the basin for a hair wash prior to the cutting session.

 

As far as hair massage goes, it’s decent but again nothing compared to many salons in Malaysia. The lady who washed my hair was very smiley and friendly, so that’s a huge plus point in my books.

 

Anyway, I requested for Alice as she was most recommended according to my research. She was very attentive and eager to please. However, I had no idea what type of hairstyle I wanted so I gave her the green light to cut it however she wanted. I always like to give free reign to the person cutting my hair, because they should know best what cut would suit my face. I did tell her though, that I didn’t mind it pixie short if it suits me, just so that she knows the extend I’d be comfortable with the length of my hair.

 

Being the nice person she is, she asked me every time she was about to make changes to my hair, like how do i like my fringe, how do i like my hair parting, etc. I guess in a way, that reassures both parties that things are going on the right track. I would say that she’s the “safe” type of hairdresser. LOL.

 

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Snip snip snip…

 

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Can you see how dry my hair is? Are those dandruff??!!!?!?!? Yikes.

 

Forty five minutes later……….. and $45 poorer. I didn’t walk out of the door feeling like a million bucks due to the past few hectic husbandless days, but I did feel a million pounds lighter and a few years younger. LOL. Plus, I have actually been getting compliments about my new hair look, so I guess it’s a good sign? 😊

 

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Would I go back? Yeah, I would, whenever I need a “safe” trim or haircut. But I think I might just have to give Tao a try the next time I want a more drastic hair makeover. 😉

 

J & K Hair Salon

440 Albany Highway,

Victoria Park,

Western Australia

Tel: (08) 9362 6795

The shittiest Mothers’ Day, and why this too shall pass

Did the title of the blog catch your attention? Good, because that’s NOT the content of this blog post. LOL. But it is, however, a post for Mother’s Day. It’s a special day, so I thought it deserves a special once in a blue moon post. And just a heads up, things were honestly a little shitty, but definitely not the shittiest. Hahahaha

Not that I don’t enjoy blogging anymore, I do, but I can’t exactly justify why I would want to work my brain cells more when I could actually maybe perhaps hopefully get a tiny weeny bit of shut eye for that 30 minutes, which is how long I hope it will take me to finish this post.

 

The girls had a playmate over for dinner so they are quite entertained at the moment. Phew! So while I peacefully nurse Littlest Warrior to sleep in my room, I thought why the heck not post an update on my blog. I really have no idea how the blogger moms do it, I mean how do they find time?! Remember, this happened earlier, it’s not happening in real time.

 

So this happened. We had a whole day out visiting a friend, celebrated a birthday, came back to a toddler melt down session (and have no inkling whatsoever what she wanted), and a baby who is just wailing for you to put her to sleep, like right now. BREATHE IN….. ohmmmmmmm… BREATHE OUT. Yes I can totally handle this, no problem. It’s no big deal really, it happens almost every few days, some days more often than the others. So yeah, I got this. This too shall pass.

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Image credit: https://www.theodysseyonline.com/thistooshallpass

 

Soooooo I quickly nursed Littlest Warrior and while she’s groggy, I gently put her down and pray that she would soothe herself to sleep. Hah! Fat chance. But okay nevermind, she did eventually get to sleep after that. So I dash to Little Warrior who is just having a melt down outside the room. She’s just over exhausted from the long day out (I know, bad bad mommy), and she’s just woken up from a nap in the car and is cranky. She’s so worked up that she doesn’t know what she wants anymore. But hey, that’s okay because let’s remind ourselves that toddlers are still trying to control their emotions, and obviously this one here hasn’t exactly found a way to keep it under control yet. But mommy’s here so everything will be okay. Somehow I am calm and collected. I embraced her, and held her for a whole freaking 20 minutes, just staying there silently while whispering “I love you, mommy’s right here” and hugging her tight while she bawled her eyes out. And while I was consoling her, I smelt it. But try telling a cranky toddler that mommy is about to pass out from smelling her poo for 20 minutes, most likely she isn’t going to get it. So I decided to man it up, hugged her for as long as she needed to calm down, and just pray I don’t faint from the pungeant smell that was filling my nose. This too shall pass, I tell myself.

 

20 minutes finally passed and she was just down to hiccups. So I gently told her that we had to go wash her bum bum, otherwise there might be worms there that’s going to crawl into her bum (I know, but desperate times call for desperate measures). So she goes but she still cries, like she wants to go wash it but she’s too cranky to go get it wash. Toddlers, they are really a totally different ballgame from you and I). But we did get there in the end, all washed and cleaned. 😊

 

We go to the room, because we both knew that she was overstimulated, but tired. Of course sleep was the last thing on her mind. So like any sane mother, I gave her a dose of homeopathic Chamomile, and hope that will help her to settle. She whines and wakes her littlest sister up. Great, now I have to place Littlest Warrior on to my chest and hold her with my left arm, and cuddle Little Warrior with the other arm. Half way through trying to put both to bed, she looks up to me with puffy puppy eyes and said, “mommy, can we go out? I want to eat the noodles [Big Warrior] was eating.” So, off we went, out to the dining hall for dinner, and you know what? By the end of it all, my beautiful sunshine of a daughter did finally got herself together. She finished her dinner and went on to play with her eldest sister Big Warrior, and her friend Harry, whom I am so grateful for being with us tonight, because at least he kept Big Warrior occupied. One less kid to worry about 😅😅

 

It might have been the chamomile, it might have been the calm, gentle and constant cuddles that helped. Either way, I’m glad it’s finally past.

 

And that’s how I spend Mothers’ Day eve, folks! And truth be told, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Because days like these ground me as a mother. It makes me believe in my capabilities of mothering my children and being superwoman at the same time. Let’s face it, balancing a baby on your chest with one arm, making sure she is suckling the boobs without falling off, and cuddling your other octopus, oops I mean cranky toddler with the other, is no joke  I seriously thought I was superwoman. And to top it off, I was calm! Woo hoo, I’m awesome! *yes I’m feeling crazy at the moment*

 

Don’t get me wrong, most days my warriors are absolutely wonderful and just amazing little human beings. But I just wanted to share with fellow mommies (especially the new moms) some of my moments where not everything is perfect, and that it is okay that your Mother’s Day hasn’t been perfect. Mine wasn’t perfect on so many levels, but it was still perfect to me because although it was kinda shitty, I learned how to love my children even more through these imperfect times. And because I’m at peace with it, it is somehow a perfect Mothers’ Day eve for me. Oh, not to forget, getting showered with gifts from the children helped make it perfect too. ;p

 

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Remember, this too shall pass. They will grow up, move out and have a family of their own. And then, you’d wish to have more shitty days like these than none at all.

 

Well, that’s all for now, happy Mother’s Day to us mom! 😊

 

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P/s: for the record, this post took 38 minutes to finish so please excuse my grammatical errors, as I have no intentions to reread it and amend anything  😝

 

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Side note: Head over to SedapPlace to see how you can support for a good cause this Mothers’ Day in Perth!

We’ll definitely be back, Boshack Outback!

Nestled among the Australian bushland in the middle of nowhere, I mean Toodjay, is the lovely 300 acre Boshack Outback farmstay.

The farm land itself is filled with picturesque scenes that you usually only get to see in documentaries and movies.

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On the way to Boshack, with just rows and rows of meadows and bushland

We arrived pretty late in the afternoon on our first day so we went straight to dinner and then bed. Nothing much to brag about. However, the next day was totally awesome!

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It’s not everyday one gets to sleep under a million stars, only to wake up to a million dollar view

As we stayed at the Lakeside Glamper, we were greeted with a stunning morning view of the lake. Don’t worry, they have a system nearby to actually keep the lake’s water level under control. And apparently it used to be a road along of the middle of the lake, but as time went by, water started rising from the ground so much so that it eventually became a lake. Isn’t that interesting?

The Lakeside Glamper was too huge for me to take a picture, but I managed to snap a pic of the tin sheds next to our glamper

We managed to do a mini-tour within the farm since it was such a beautiful sunny day. We got to feed the horses upclose, chase the chickens, geese and guinea fowls around, marron netting, fish netting, eggs collecting, dreamtime walking, boomberang throwing, and water divining. Wow, that was a mouthful. And unfortunately I didn’t get to snap pictures of everything we did, because you know, I was kinda excited myself to try out everything. LOL

The main dining room

Right outside the main dining area

Tree climbing was an awesome experience for the kids

Chicken chasing and eggs collecting!

A walk through the Dreamtime trail… learning about the bushland’s history and having a feel of the Paperbark tree

Getting onto the rustic trailer for the bestest bumpity ride ever!

Our first taste of Marrons and the hubs got to try his hands on catching them!

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We also tried canoeing. This silly city mom didn’t know how to steer the canoe and almost got everyone stuck in the middle of the lake. LOL

We also forgot to take a picture of the toilets and shower, which were one of the highlights of the trip. So I’m crediting letmebefreeblog for her photo instead.

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Outside toilets and open roof showers. And you’ll need a torchlight to get there during night time

All and all, it was a great trip. We couldn’t take any pictures of the amazing night sky filled with millions of stars. They were so clear and looked so close to earth, it was literally breathtaking.

 

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Thank you for such a wonderful experience, Boshack! We’ll definitely be back!

 

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Confession of baby wrapaholic

I have a confession: I’m addicted to babywearing. Okay, so maybe I have more than one confession to make. I’m also addicted to the wraps and carriers that come with love for baby wearing.

Although I don’t own as many as I would like, and definitely not as many as other addicts I know from the babywearing mommy groups that I’m part of, I still own more than one, which in my hubby’s opinion makes me an addict. The real addicts probably have close to 20 wraps or carrier per mom, whereas I only have 5. LOL. Yes, Mr husband is rolling his eyes at me now. Apparently it’s a hard thing to grasp as to why I need more than a wrap/ carrier. (What? I need different ones to match my clothes, of course. 😝)

Well, he can roll his eyes all he wants. We both know that he loves babywearing his babies too, so I think that’s why he lets me get away with my babywear indulgence. Haha. (Btw, I love you hubby 😊)

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That;s him babywearing Big Warrior in Taiwan when she was 9 months old

There are are so many reasons to love babywearing. Here’s my top 10:

 

#1. Your baby gets to stay close to you

They don’t call it the fourth trimester for no reason. Infants are meant to stay close to their parents, and be held or carried as often as possible. No, carrying them all the time isn’t going to spoil them (Little Warrior weaned herself off the carrier by 1 1/2). Babywearing gives you the perks of being able to kiss and smell your baby as frequently as you like. Definitely a plus point for me as I LOVE to kiss and smell my babies. It’s like my Rescue Remedy, the act of it calms me down.

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Littlest Warrior in a Soul Sling Lotus Ring Sling at 4 weeks old [Photo credit: Collaboration with Light]

#2. Freedom!

Need to cook dinner? Go to the toilet while at the mall? Go mountain hiking? No worries, just wear your baby and you’re hands free and good to go! I can’t recall how many times babywearing saved my sanity. I’m literally on the go with all my kids because I would go insane staying at home the whole day. I also get to breastfeed while attending to my older kids or when I’m out and about. And the best thing about it, usually no one notices you breastfeeding your child when they’re in a wrap or carrier.

My 5 year old trusty Jumpsac Baby Ballerina Carrier for my all my travels (first pic: Big Warrior at 10 months old in Taiwan/ second pic: Little Warrior at 6 months Perth)

#3. Babywearing = peace & quiet

I can’t begin to tell you how many times people have asked me why I have such quiet and wonderful babies who sleep through dinner dates and shopping trips. I’ll let you in on a secret. Babywearing. Simple as that. The rocking motion that the baby gets from being carried while you walk lulls them to sleep. The tightness of the wrap around their little bodies gives them security and reminds them of their time in the womb where they’re safe and sound. Even if they aren’t asleep, they’d be happily exploring the world quietly and contentedly in the comfort of a wrap.

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Littlest Warrior at 6 weeks old in one of the prettiest wrap I’ve ever owned, the Kokadi Marie Im Wunderland 

#4. Babies are cuter in a wrap

I’ve lost count on the times I get stopped by a passerby commenting on how adorable and lovely my babies look all snuggled in a wrap. Let’s face it. Babywearing turns heads. Babies look almost angelic when in a wrap because they’re calm and happy. And sometimes their lips are “squished” in such a way that make them irresistibly cute, like literally Anne Geddes babies kinda cute. LOL

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Please ignore the less than appetising public toilet background. LOL. But doesn’t Littlest Warrior look simply divine?? *cue in the “aaahhhhhhhh*

#5. Babywearing moms are absolutely beautiful and babywearing dads totally rock

Maybe I’m bias, maybe I’m not. LOL. Babywearing parents look absolutely amazing wearing their babies. More so when you have a beautiful carrier on. I reckon there’s nothing more manly than a babywearing dad. They portray confidence because they aren’t afraid of how society might judge them for sporting a baby wrapped around their chest. And that’s one of the reason’s why I adore my husband. He isn’t one to shy away wearing his babies in public just because the carriers and wraps I have aren’t exactly in manly colours.

 

 

#6. It prevents kidnapping! (and secretly keeps Aunty Petunia from smothering the baby with slobbery kisses)

I’m not kidding with this one. There’s absolutely zero chances of anyone kidnapping your child when they’re literally strapped up onto your body. Well, they technically could still kidnap you, if they were willing to kidnap you together with the baby. But I doubt anyone would want to go to that extend. It makes more sense for them to move to their next little target who might be laying down quietly in a pram. Having a baby wrapped closely on to your chest also helps prevent unwanted hands, mouths, and breaths away from your precious little one. I always make sure to wear my babies when attending family functions and social gatherings. You’ll never know when some inconsiderate person with no common sense might just think it’s okay to carry your babies or kiss them right after a cigarette puffing session. Trust me, even people with a PHD, or doctor’s degree can forget their common sense when there’s a baby involved. *roll eyes*

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My first experience with babywearing was with a Peanut Shell sling. I noticed people tend to be less invasive with the baby when she’s being carried in a wrap/carrier/sling. 

#8. It’s indirectly a workout for your whole body

It’s like doing squats or crunches while standing up. Why? Because you’re constantly carrying weight, and are forced to tuck in your tummy all the time. The weight of the baby is more balanced throughout your body if you wear a carrier or a wrap, compared to a one-sided sling.

 

#9. No bulky strollers. Yay!

Have you ever noticed how much preparation goes into bringing a baby out? Nappies, extra clothes, bottles and what not if you’re using formula or expressed milk, wet wipes, change mats, etc. Those would have taken up the size of a decently huge baby bag. And then there’s the stroller. Once you’ve parked your car, you’d have to open the boot, lug out the stroller, open it, open the car door, take the baby out and strap the baby on. Oh, don’t forget to put a blankie for the baby. Now imagine you’re a babywearing mama. Once you’ve parked the car, you’d open the car door, put on your carrier or wrap (which is really lightweight), and put your baby in. You’re hands free! And you’d have hands to push a shopping trolley for groceries, a task which would prove to be quite difficult for a stroller mom. You can’t well be pushing a stroller and a shopping cart with just 2 hands, can you?

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Little Warrior in my first woven wrap, the Ellevil Paisley in Blue

 

#10. Babies get to see the world from a better angle

Have you ever stopped and imagine how a child feels being so small? If you haven’t, try squatting down while talking to your partner. You’ll understand how belittle and frustrating it gets sometimes to have to constantly look up at someone while talking. That’s how children feel, especially when they are being lectured at or talked to. It makes a big difference if we were to stoop down to their level when talking to them, or bring them up to our eye level when we engage with them. So instead of exploring the world from below (where it’s usually a sea of legs and feet and toes, and dogs), they get to appreciate their surroundings through your angle.

Left pic: My failed selfie with Little Warrior in my Ergo Petunia Picklebottom Carrier/ Right pic: Little Warrior in my Jumpcsac baby

Babywearing has been an extremely amazing experience for me, so much so that I’m now a proud babywearing advocate. It played such an important role in my attachment parenting journey. Gone were the days of insecurity as a first time mom, where I was constantly told to ignore my baby’s cry, and to not hold them so often for the fear of overdependency. Call me a hippie mom for all you like, I now co-sleep with all my children, I wear my newborn all the time, I hold them close whenever they need me to. Babywearing has taught me so much. I’m sure I will still find new things to learn as a parent of three, but one thing I’ve learnt that has proven to be invaluable, is that babywearing is the best thing you could ever do for your child. They get to feel you close and hear your heartbeat, that’s all a newborn wants, and that’s the best gift you could ever give them – YOU.

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My 2 year old won’t be learning her ABCs and 123s yet, and I’m perfectly okay with it

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Today is the first day of playgroup at Steiner for Little Warrior. She’s been waiting forever for this day. Having seen Big Warrior go in to class day in and day out, she’s often asked me when it would be her turn to be a big girl and go to school. Well, today is the day. 😊

 

While other kids are learning their ABCs and 123s, Little Warrior is learning about the world, through interacting with Mother Nature and listening to story time. And that’s perfectly okay. She’s busy learning the necessary human survival skills, that she might not necessarily use per se, but those traits are what will set her apart from the rest of her robotic peers. She gets to plant gardens and pick flowers, and find out how to work with Mother Nature and appreciate her beauty and resources. She gets to walk barefooted, climb trees, and occasionally get a glimpse of wildlife in the school’s backyard as we are fortunate enough to be surrounded by bushland. Like today, we had a beautiful owl visit us at the playgroup garden. It’s not everyday that one gets to see a wild owl upclose and personal. What an amazing experience for us!

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She doesn’t know her multiplication times table, nor can she write her own name yet, but that’s perfectly okay. She’s busy playing and learning more relevant things like how society works by interacting freely with her peers. They engage in a world of free play where they dictate how the playing goes, where it happens, and who gets to be involved in it. There’s no social pressure on how she’s suppose to be, what she’s suppose to say, or who’s she suppose to maintain good relationships with. She learns how to socialise and be part of a community without unnecessary social influences. She does chores, and learn how to work as a team with her playmates. She gets to learn how to make decisions pertaining to her life from an early age, instead of being helicoptered and told what to do all the time. She gets to learn that every action comes with a reaction, so the next time she knows what to expect when she does something.

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She doesn’t know her written ABCs yet, and she can’t recognise 123s, even though she can communicate as fluently as a 2 year old should. And that’s okay too. She learns how to express herself and be confident with her voice. She sings and says blessings. She learns about empathy and sees the goodness in the world. She will learn to appreciate mothers, fathers, and educators alike, because she will see with her own eyes how everyone respects each other at playgroup despite their age, financial background, and race differences.

 

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Sure, academic education is important. However, I think education about the self and play is equally important. If you don’t know how to be comfortable with your own skin, and be confident with your ability to make decisions, then you won’t go far. So many of our younger generations aren’t equipped enough to go against the tide and think outside the box, and just be different. Our current society is raising a future generation of robots, teens and young adults who follow the herd and do not question what is being taught. Do we really want that for our children? I don’t. I really don’t.

 

I’m prepared to face the insanity of having to reason with my 2 year old on why we don’t run around naked when outside the house, or teach my 5 year old all the proper names of her body so that she’s aware that nobody is allowed to touch her sacred body parts without her consent. I teach them to say no to hugs or kisses when they’re not up for it, even if it’s us or the grandparents asking. I teach them that it’s okay to say they don’t like certain food, as long as they’ve tried at least once. And I tell them it’s okay to reason with us if they feel the need to voice out their opinions.

 

There are so many things worthy of learning that aren’t academic. Little Warrior, like her sister Big Warrior, will not be officially educated in the academic sense until she turns 7 according to the Steiner system. I’m totally okay with it, proud even, because I know that like her sister, she will thrive and blossom into a wonderful little human being when the time comes.

 

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Post Partum Me

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This womb has carried 3 miracles, yet it doesn’t get easier each time.

10 days post-partum, baby’s out, belly’s gone, but there’s a feeling of emptiness that lingers. Like something’s missing within you. You begin to miss that occasional kicks and punches to your bladder. And the gentle stretches that protrudes out like waves across your belly. Unconsciously, you still place your hands on your now-flatten belly, only to realise that there’s no longer a bulging watermelon there. And that the watermelon is now a beautiful baby girl lying next to you on the bed. ❤️❤️❤️