So you might have noticed that it has been a bit quiet over here lately and that I haven´t been posting much in the last weeks (or even couple of months). Well, I am back now and there have been some reasons I couldn´t blog as much as I would have wanted to.
Although living in Spain, even before becoming a mom there was something I fundamentally disagree with in the Spanish culture: the bedtimes of children. I have written about this before but in our house, it´s more of a Northern European schedule where the bichin goes to bed at 7.30pm. (Before it was 7pm but we´re now at 7.30pm which works really good for us).
Since my son hasn´t even turned 2 yet, thinking about possible primary schools is not too high up my priority list. This is not to say that I don´t think it is important, it just feels like something that is still so far away that I don´t bother to worry about it yet. However, recently on playdates and with the neighbours I discovered that apparently, I am the only one who is not worrying about it yet.
Yes, it´s Friday. Reason enough for wine right? But it´s also the 24th of February, the day that my sister was supposed to turn 28 years old. Unfortunately, we haven´t celebrated more than 18 birthdays with her together but that does not mean we have stopped celebrating on the 24th of February.
This post was originally posted on Her View From Home
Dear nurse of my son,
Although I really think you’re a good pediatric nurse and truly value how nice you are to my son, I was wondering if you could maybe be half as nice to the moms that come with their babies to your practice? I know you’re very pro breastfeeding and probably you should be pro in your position since the pediatrics association recommends breastfeeding for at least two years. I get that, I mean wouldn’t it be amazing if all mamas could be breastfeeding their child for two years? But you being critical and judgmental on if and how long we moms breastfeed isn’t really helping anyone.