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.
This post was sponsored by Mediagistic. As always, all opinions are completely my own.
When I first became a mom, the thought of all the places that a tiny baby could contract germs would drive me mad. I would worry about people touching him without washing their hands first, his dummy falling on the floor, unsterilized bottles, and much more. Now that he is a bit older, though, things are different. He’s running around outside, wanting to touch everything and dropping his dummy all the time. That’s why I’ve decided not to worry about germs anymore.
Thanks to Divatress for sponsoring this post. All opinions are my 100% own.
I have had my fair share of hair disasters. Probably the worst was when I was 14 and got convinced by a friend to cut it really short and color it red… Seriously I want to hide under a pillow forever. After that, I probably made a pledge to never cut it short again. However, my hair has never really known good hair days.
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.