Christmas. 2 more sleeps (*naps not included).
Despite the vicarious excitement felt by anyone within 100 metres of my offspring, I am feeling the tension of an impending mountain of wrapping paper, not all of which can be reused or recycled. Theoretically, I want a Christmas of peace, togetherness and a spot of caroling. I want life to slow down so I can eke out every second of this time!
In practice, it feels super rushy… a bit like exhaustion, obligation, and more STUFF that we (arguably!) don’t really need. Sorry. A bit bah humbug tonight … none of it helped by a raging head cold that Baby Girl and I are sharing. I hope all is better where you are!
Before I head back to bed, I have a coupla quick links to share from Mothering magazine, which I adore. (and if you’ve never visited their forum, the Mothering dot Community, it’s fab). ANYhoo, here we go: a great bit of booby advocacy from a supermodel momma, and I just love love LOVE this photo series about ages of breastfeeding. Thanks!