Sunday, March 01, 2015


"A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Poet: she succumbs to daydreaming often; a beautiful, peaceful moment to observe (and capture).

Shot on a Canon 5D mkiii with a 50mm 1.4 lens - ISO 320, f1.8, 1/500


Friday, February 27, 2015

waiting our own way we are all waiting. Earlier this week I had a sudden urge to have some late-late-pregnancy photos taken. Thankfully, Lamb & Fox lives close by.

See you on the flipside (or before, if I get bored). 


Sunday, February 22, 2015

a shared children's room

When we moved three months ago we never intended for the children to share a room. Like our old house, we have three bedrooms, so it seemed natural to replicate the sleeping arrangements. But within a few days of moving in we realised that an office would allow us to keep our living areas relatively free of technology; a projector, projector screen, trestle table and computers demand a lot of attention in a light, white space and we didn't want to sacrifice the calm of our favourite room

Yes, we were doubtful. There is close to four years between Che and Poet and their needs are very different. However, we don't believe that young children need their own space; there's a lot to be said for sharing and actually being together, especially when small, simple living is our priority; for now and the future. 

Che wasn't overly enthusiastic at first but we explained that we'd see how it went and discuss it a few weeks later. For the record, the discussion was never required. Just last week he admitted that he really loved sharing a room with Poet. "We get along better now," he said. 

In regards to sleeping habits, there has never been a problem. Poet falls asleep soon after her bedtime story and Che will read for an hour afterward (we got him a little clip-on LED lamp from ikea - attached to his bedhead - so Poet's side of the room stays relatively dark - it's the only "new" item we purchased for the room). Poet probably sleeps more contentedly with Che in the room as she doesn't come into our bed nearly as often as she did in the old house (although come 6:30am every morning, she is snuggled between Daniel and I).

As I have explained in previous posts, we simplified a lot during our move. Subsequently, we only kept what we loved; including the children's toys, books and games. Most of their toys and books are kept in the front room and board games and puzzles live in the ottoman. On one end of their bedroom is a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe that houses clothes, shoes, dress-ups, linen and plastic tubs of lego. It took me a good few weeks to find a place for everything (and yes, I continued to de-clutter along the way) but now it's relatively easy to keep their room tidy (much easier than keeping two rooms tidy) - when there's less stuff, there's less to clean. To maintain as much visual space as possible, I've intentionally kept the colours quite soft and the decorations simple; white and blue (with hints of pink and floral) ensure the space is playful and unisex.


Sunday, February 22, 2015


"A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Poet: she comes in early every morning and snuggles right in the middle. The only problem with this scenario is that someday very, very soon, there will be another little person in the middle.

The state of my windows - disgraceful, I know. Ho hum.

Shot on a Canon 5d mkiii with a 50mm 1.4 lens - ISO 400, f2.8, 1/160

This week I fell for a cacophony of colour / a portrait of a toddler and an iconic Australian summer / dark and light and a sweet little boy


Friday, February 20, 2015

why aren't you having a home birth?

Based on the fact that I'm a pre-natal yoga teacher with a passion for birth it would be easy to presume that I choose to deliver my babies at home. For the record, I don't (or to be more precise, I don't intend to).

When I wrote about packing my hospital bag I was surprised by the number of people who questioned why I wasn't birthing at home. Sure, it's easy to presume that I fit the stereotypical home birthing mould but that's the thing about presumptions; they're often wildly incorrect.

To be honest, I don't have any desire or emotional attachment to birthing at home. I suppose the best reason I can give is that I don't feel that my past birth experiences could have been improved if I had of stayed at home. In both Che and Poet's pregnancies I chose to be looked after by hospital midwives and in both circumstances I was offered nurturing guidance, endless support and exemplary back rubs and encouragement. My pre and post-natal care as well as my birth experiences were positive and memorable; I wouldn't have changed a thing. 

Of course, the financial cost of a home birth is also a big deciding factor. Whilst there are public hospitals in Australia that offer a free homebirth option, they are few and far between. Hiring a private midwife is a significant financial investment, most of which isn't covered by medicare or your health fund. Why? The insurance costs are exorbitant because unlike the governments of countries like New Zealand and The Netherlands, ours isn't overly supportive of the homebirthing movement. It's a contentious issue and, without doubt, a highly political one. 

My own birthing preferences aside, I honestly believe that they choices we make in regards to how and where we birth our babies are deeply personal ones. Only the birthing mother needs to feel content with her decision to choose a private hospital over a birth centre, a VBAC over a planned cesarean, an on-the-bed hospital birth over a home water birth.

It's also refreshing to come back to the fact that while some of us seek an empowering and enriching birth experience, others aren't attached to those words or their consequences.

Perhaps the most profound (and humbling) lesson I have learned from working with pregnant women, is that positive, memorable birth experiences can happen in theatre, on the hospital ward, in the birth centre, in the car (!) or at home. And regardless of our plans and intentions, at the end of the day, the place where we birth our babies is, to some degree, beyond our control.

And apt lesson as we journey into motherhood, don't you think?

Caitlin just published an insightful post about her own home birth. It's a wonderful account of the practicalities and the experience. 


Thursday, February 19, 2015

etsy giftcards | a giveaway

some of my Etsy favourites as selected late last year / for product details pop over here

I'm a big fan of Etsy; the wonderful online market of homemade and handmade. Just recently, the company launched a range of giftcards - $25, $50, $100 and $250 denominations available - buy online and send via email to the recipient or download a printable voucher.

Etsy are kindly offering a $100 gift voucher to one of my readers - just because. 

To enter, just leave a comment explaining what you would spend the voucher on (something for yourself, I'm hoping). Open to readers near and far. Entries close next Thursday 26th February at 10am. I'll announce the winner shortly afterward (unless I'm in labour, and then you'll just have to wait a few days). Best of luck!

Comments closed. The winner is - congratulations! x


Monday, February 16, 2015

on packing a hospital bag

Packing the hospital bag; such a pivotal moment whilst preparing for baby. 

If all goes according to plan I'll birth in a low-risk maternity ward at our local hospital and return home about six hours after meeting baby. My midwife will visit every day for a week afterwards; she'll drink earl grey (her tea of choice) whilst chatting to me about feeding habits and sleeping patterns. She'll also ask me how I'm feeling - in body and mind. It's hard to believe that such nurturing, attentive service comes at a financial cost of absolutely nothing. Grateful is an understatement. 

Because an overnight stay in hospital isn't my intention, the contents of my bag is minimal. However, whilst two change of clothes will suffice, I have still packed the essentials that every woman needs for labour, birth and the tender (breathe, breathe, breathe) recovery days. 

My list of essentials includes:


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