Silent Sunday 15.09.2013

Winter Warmer - Apple & Berry Roll

I decided to get creative today.

Jonathan wasn't being too clingy, due to his teething, so I thought I do some baking.  Let's face it it, when I cook, what I'm good at, Im really good at but when i'm not - it's terrible.

I wanted to try making an baked apple and cinnamon roll that I had actually just seen on CBeebies, yes CBeebies.

I had no idea how to make pastry from scratch and I certainly was not dragging Jonathan out in the rain to go get some. Good old google always comes through.

I got the recipe here...

Pastry Recipe

Within ten minutes I had this tiny ball of magic...

I was so proud of it, small things right, even Jonathan had a go with his teeny tiny pitta patta hands.

I grated an entire apple, added honey, cinnamon, a teaspoon of sugar and some frozen mixed berries.

I rolled the pastry mix out and spread the apple and berry mix over it. It was rolled up and roughly cut into 6 pieces.

I sprinkled a bit my sugar on top and in the oven she went at 180 degrees.

Thirty minutes later it was time to add some hot custard and devour these winter warming treats.

The husband may have given my a 5.9/10 for dinner but it was certainly at 10/10 for dessert.

Delicious.

A blogger event...

Isn't it always the way?

I didn't set my alarm as I knew Jonathan would surely wake me up and he slept until 8.15am. I had planned to leave at 8.30am so I knew this was totally out the window. Tomorrow, we'll have no where to be early and I can almost guarantee you he will be up at 6.30am.

Today was my very big and exciting day. I had been invited to my first bloggers event.

It was an event hosted by Kids Business in the ever so enchanting Centennial Park. 

When I started my blog a few months back it was just something to do in my "spare" time while I was on maternity leave. I never thought I'd be able to keep going once I was back at work but I did. I'm really enjoying it. Actually, Im loving it. I'm connecting with people, sharing my thoughts, experiences and feelings with the world. For me, if it helps one mother on her motherhood journey then my job is done.

Regardless of the sleep in, I made it there in time. Just so you know, Centennial Park is HUGE. Yes, I know, you know that. I didn't and got lost. 

When i'm sitting here on my lounge communicating and 'hiding' behind my screen I find it easier to let go. I thought I'd be a wreck there today. I had nothing to hide behind. I had no idea what to expect. Was I too dressed up? Did I miss something? Would I say something silly? It was almost like starting high school again.

I walked in, had a look around and immediately lined up to grab myself a drink. The fun started from there. It was the first blogger even for many of us mums so we were all as nervous as each other. Small talk started and then the conversations flowed. I met lots of super lovely mums. I listened to inspirational speakers. I spoke with wonderful brands. I'm looking forward to the future relations I can build with all of them.

I've got great products to write about, wonderful mums to talk to and the motivation from speakers to keep me going and doing what I love.

There just was not enough time to meet and mingle with everyone, I missed out on so many introductions to so many lovely people. In the blink of an eye the day had come to an end. 

I was so nervous and looking back now I don't know why I even worried. If I took one thing from today, it was learning and understanding that us mums are all the same. We have once common thread that binds us. Our children. 

Our children are our world and we want the world to see it, so... we blog. We're mummy bloggers.

I'm linking this post up to #PoCoLO - Please take the time to visit her wonderful blog.


                            

How we love - Wednesday Words - 24.7.2013

I seem to be a bit lost with Wednesday Words this week. 

I missed last week so have made it down here with just over two hours to go. Go me - Time management skills down packed.

If i've understood correctly and the topic is 'How we love" then here goes...

It seems like a topic that should roll down from my mind and through my fingertips with such great ease. There are so many ways. The post could go on and on.

We all know that we all love in different ways, it comes in many forms. 

I remember the first time I held my JJ. I still can't describe it. I can't find the words to put on 'paper' that captures that feeling. It's like being hit by what I now know is pure unconditional love - an absolute explosion.

I didn't realise it straight away. In fact, it took about 6 weeks. When I look back now at those first 6 weeks I just felt like I was on auto pilot. Feed, change, bath, sleep and keep him safe. Keep him safe, keep him safe. Then bang - I knew it, I kept him safe because I loved him. NOthing or no one could come in between that or break it down. This new found love was hands down the best thing i'd ever felt.

Here is my song for this weeks Wednesday Words. I distinctly remember my mother saying that one day when I had my own child I'd understand the meaning. Is hows she loved me, how I love Jonathan and how Jonathan will one day love his child.

                                       Roberta Flack - The First Time Ever I saw Your Face

The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the end of the skies

And the first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love

And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last, till the end of time, my love

The first time ever I saw your face
Your face
Your face
Your face

Listen - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.

One Week

It seems J has developed leaps and bounds over the last two weeks.

He's learning and doing so many new things.

I'm so proud of him that it brings tears to my eyes. I dread the first steps, I'll probably curl up in the feral position in the corner of the room.

Last Wednesday night he went from a sort of drag crawl to a proper crawl. Just like that. He was up and off.

Thursday followed with him lifting himself up unsupported.

On Sunday he was able to sort of hold his own bottle.

Tonight he's eating strawberries like its no ones business.

He's reaching all these mini milestones and I wish I could just hit the pause button.

My little precious baby is no longer. He's taking the first steps of independence, exploring the world, touching, feeling and tasting. I think it's the most beautiful thing to watch him. As much as I want it all to slow down, I want it to hurry up. I want him to talk so I can ask him what it's like, how he's feeling.

If I use my assertive voice he now frowns his eye brows at me. When I smile, he smiles back. He simply is pure utter joy to be around.

This morning I dropped him at daycare and he held out his arms for his teacher, yes, his teacher. He didn't cry to stay with me, lets face it, he never does #rejection. I realised it was harder for me to leave him that for him to leave me. For the first time since that first day I walked out and cried.

So this must be what it's like. He's my little baby, then my little boy, then my little man. I'm preparing him for his life ahead the best way I know how.

I'm so proud of him, every fibre in his body. Even when he is a man he'll always be my little baby.