The case of the mysteriously appearing Nappies

Regulars to the sorella-hood will know that I recently moved house (- and survived, although this mid-move pic may lead you to believe otherwise):

I find that hiding in a packing box for a while every now and then can help reduce anxiety

I find that hiding in a packing box for a while every now and then can help reduce anxiety

Moving house provides the opportunity for discovery:

  • That earring you lost 2 years ago
  • The spare car key (you blamed your husband for losing) in the pocket of the shorts you wore all summer
  • The receipts you desperately needed for last years tax return

And then there are the discoveries of other things. Things that you had no idea were residing in your house in the first place.

Here’s an example:

  • Three quarters of a pack of boys nappies


There’s nothing extraordinary about these nappies. They are just your regular run of the mill disposable nappies.

The extraordinary part is that I don’t know where they have come from.

I don’t have children of my own, and I don’t recall buying them in some sort of comatose supermarket shop at midnight. So I’m dumbfounded. I just don’t know how they got into my house, or with whom. Continue reading

To dummy or not to dummy? When do WE say good-bye to the comforter?!

Early when I was in the ‘newborn haze’ I posted on Facebook “to dummy or not to dummy?”, to get advice from friends about whether I should give my baby one.  The response was mixed.  I decided to give him one. Would I give him a dummy again? Yes. My daughter didn’t have one (which is why I went searching for opinion), but the dummy was the only thing that gave me a break from breastfeeding my very thirsty son and allowing my body the time it needed to produce more milk.  It was a lifesaver in the car and he was a great sleeper with our strict rule that dummy was only for sleep time, so in the cot and in the car etc.   It was like magic – produce the dummy and off to sleep he would go.  However, I there surely isn’t a ‘one fix’ plan/approach to children, it definitely wasn’t something my daughter would have needed or benefited from.

A couple of years later and I have decided it is time for my little boy to say good-bye to the dummy. I would have gotten rid of it earlier, he is 3 soon, but I wanted to be totally available for whatever sleepless nights (I might have!) or time he might need with me in order to feel secure.  And so, over the Christmas break seems like a good time as the distraction and chaos of the festive season, and out of the normal home routine, might mean he will be tired and find it easier to go off to sleep without his dummy.

Baby's Dummy

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Celebrating Baby’s 1st Birthday!

It’s Baby M’s 1st Birthday today!

The gorgeous cherub we were lucky to have in our photoshoot last year is Baby M. She was just 2 weeks old at the time and it was her first big outing with mum. We loved having her there for the afternoon – the whole atmosphere of the shoot changed as soon as she arrived. What was a mid-afternoon slump in energy after an action packed 6 hours of shooting, quickly changed pace with the arrival of Baby M still with her yummy new baby smell – there is nothing quite as special as a new baby!

sorella & me photoshoot – behind the scenes

sorella & me photoshoot – behind the scenes

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Baby Prams. Why we need them. But why we really really hate them.

It’s a common cry heard in car parks across the world.  New parents shriek in pain and frustration at their state of the art, bullet-proof, environmentally friendly, in-vogue pram.

“Why can’t it just fold up easily like the guy showed me at the Pregnancy Expo?”

“Where the hell is that button he pressed to get the canopy-thingy off?!”

“Which of the 3000 fancy compartments did I put the babies drink bottle in? I know it’s here somewhere…..

“Why did I opt for the fashionable cream colour?  Didn’t I know it would get dried biscuit all over it?”

“This bloody thing! If it had 4 doors it would be considered a vehicle and I’d need a licence to drive it.”

It seems we have come a long way in Pram technology – so much so, it’s often too hard to use them. But have you seen the one that can fold down (and back up!) automatically with a press of a button? (Check it out here if you don’t believe me). I need to get me one of these. I wonder if it can lift itself out of the car too?  I wonder if it can also produce me a coffee so I don’t have to maneuver my way into a café – which I basically always avoid because has anyone else noticed that café’s never seem to be built around the caffeine needs of mums with prams?

Looking back at the beautiful prams of old – They are so gorgeous but imagine trying to get one of these into the boot of your car:

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Ok. I promise not to curse at you again fancy modern, can-go-jogging-if-i-actually-really-wanted-to-but-never-do pram. You win!

~ alisha

Do you have a love-hate relationship with your pram?

The one thing that unravels me in my job as Mum

Mums are supposed to be tough. Any time I saw my mum shed a tear it made me feel very unsettled (and as a woman I’ve since come to realise she must have shed a hell of a lot more than what she let me and my 3 sisters see).

So I try to be the strong mum for my children, that my mum was to me – but there is one thing that just never fails to unravel me. The dreaded needle.

I spent my childhood praying for a pill that would replace all needles, and I still don’t understand why someone hasn’t invented one.  A fainting spell in grade 6 while getting the rubella vaccination set me up for a lifetime of fear associated with needles.  Any sight of a needle on TV and I’m looking for a pillow to hide behind.  It’s not so much the pain of the needle that bothers me, it’s just the idea of the sharp end piercing my flesh and going down under my skin. Yuck. Continue reading

Andrea’s Pregnancy Video Diary – Week 19

Four weeks on from her announcement that she is pregnant, Andrea shares her latest video diary with the sorella-hood. If you missed her first diary entry, you can check it out here.

Now at 19 weeks, Andrea has the choice of finding out her baby’s gender. Making this decision has become a little more difficult due to the vested interests of her two young children who seem to have their own views on sibling responsibilities when the baby arrives as well as gender preference (so cute!).

I can certainly remember the day my younger sister was born – I cried, and cried and cried. I was so sure she was going to be a boy!

Find out what Andrea decides to do… Continue reading