Reminder… must look for this tomorrow
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stripped down naked
I started this blog months ago, to share ALL of myself with whoever willing to read/watch/listen. My blog was supposed to be about my views on love and sex. Then I turned out to be pregnant and completely lost myself in becoming a mother. I just forgot about this blog, until recently. Now here I am today, definitely a different person, only able to read, write and think about the most beautiful impact on my life: Motherhood!Just a casual reminder
that babies don’t really ‘need’ anything other than you.
They need diapers (or you need knowledge on EC)
They need something to keep them warm outside in the cold
They need some kind of food source (if breastfeeding doesn’t work or isn’t for you)
They need a roof over their head
Unless you live 100% car-free, they need a safe car seat
And they need loving, caring parents.
Everything else is 100% optional.
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in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me
Ow yes!
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“slutty” brownies
Part Hippie, Part Geek - All Momma: We just spent almost two hours outside. ›
It was glorious and is going to be a regular thing.
Seth just explored and giggled and tried to eat rocks, I wrote some stuff and was kissed by the beautiful sunshine. Seth is now in bed, in a sunshine coma. I’m so glad the weather is finally nice enough to go outside and just sit. I just wish I…
Same here! Very sunny day finally, no garden but we spent lots of time outside this afternoon :) Enjoy!
throwindown-inthedirtydirtysouth:
New perspective on what mothers usually find “annoying”
This is adorable.
Crying
All the tears <3
Aww
Almost in tears by the end
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Butterflies….
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Must always reblog Albert :)
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The most difficult part of birth is the first year afterwards. It is the year of travail - when the soul of a woman must birth the mother inside her. The emotional labour pains of becoming a mother are far greater than the physical pangs of birth; these are the growing surges of your heart as it pushes out selfishness and fear and makes room for sacrifice and love. It is a private and silent birth of the soul, but it is no less holy than the event of childbirth, perhaps it is even more sacred.
Veggie rainbow
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