Stumbling off into the distance...

So yesterday I was all set to post on my fully renovated, ready for action blog. Trying to decide what my first post should be...

My 2 year old Cate's new sticky tape fetish? How much I'm DYING to see Wanted? My total girly crush on Jon Stewart? Some lovely pictures of our island (except maybe not today, cause baby it's cold outside, and I'm home with my two girls with head colds)??

Then I found these blog tips from Jennifer at Playgroups Are No Place for Children - (Thanks Jennifer! And my boy, Cam, totally loved meeting Thomas for real too!) So I'm thinking, she's been around a while (in the blogoverse, not like round the block a few times or anything) and I seethat she says it's a good idea to join StumbleUpon, in fact she says it's Homework.

Homework? Well after 13 years at Uni (don't feel too sorry for me, Americans, our govt student loans are TEENSY compared with what you guys endure) , THAT'S language I can understand, so I'm off to join...

And next thing I know I'm building a simple but completely addictive kaleidoscope with Cate cackling away at it, saying "and da lellow one? and da boo one?" (AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW SHE KNEW COLOURS!), while listening to some exciting new music, planning my urban garden, and (wait for it...) reading the first two pages of A Tale of Two Cities (no I'm NOT kidding)... SOMEBODY STOP ME!!

Ok feeling calmer now. They should put some kind of warning label on that thing.

Have you tried Stumbling? What was the coolest thing you found? Go on, just a little. I can totally stop anytime. Really.

I'm back!

Who does that?!

Who starts a blog, does ONE rather meager post, then abandons it totally for YEARS (and forgets the password)??

Me, apparently.

At the time I wrote that first post, my kids were 14yrs, 2yrs, and 6 months old, and I was doing some contract work as the editor of a scientific report, so as much as I would have loved to embark on a great blogging journey, it was SO never going to happen. Until I got sick and was stuck in bed for a few days. Not that I make it a habit to take on too much at once...

Then I had to wait until everyone learned how to walk, talk, and eat their own breakfast in front of Ernie & Bert before I had time to come back :)

And now that I've managed to conquer the Google Mirror Maze to recover my password, I feel like I should start by setting out some kind of agenda, or at least explaining why I'm doing this. Or something. But how boring would that be?? Nah, I think I'll just jump in, and see what comes up while I'm learning how to edit this thing, and how to add photos and links - and what the hell's an RSS feed??

If you've been here longer than me (and really, who hasn't?) then any suggestions or tips would be gratefully appreciated - and don't forget to leave your own address so I can drop by and say thanks : )

The Worst thing about breastfeeding

It turns out the worst thing about breastfeeding is not the pain when baby's not attached properly, it's not the lack of sleep, or trying to find time to work, or go to a movie, or (God forbid!) get a haircut between feeds. Nope, the worst thing about breastfeeding is not being able to take cold medication. Runny noses are so middle ages! I miss being able to pop a couple of tablets and 'soldier on'

On the subject of breastfeeding, how cool is this!

*** Indiscreet Breastfeeding Manifesto***

I will nurse my child anytime, anywhere, no matter who is present or what I am wearing.
I will bare my breast with pride and confidence.
I will not apologize for nourishing and nurturing my child.
I will not smother my child with a napkin or blanket.
I will smile at everyone around me and ignore rude stares.
I will know that I am giving my child the perfect infant food from the most efficient, ecological, and economical delivery system.
I will know that I am giving my child the healthy start that is his or her birthright.
I will set an example for women and girls, educate the public, dispel breastfeeding myths, de-sexualize the breast, and make the world a better place, all through the simple act of feeding my child.

(source: website of the Footscray/Yarraville ABA group)

You gotta love that strength of conviction - makes me smile whenever I read it...