Diamonds

I know what I said but…

July 22, 2017
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I know what I said but…

Isn’t there something about women and changing their minds? Is that a thing? Well it sure is now, for this crunchy mama.

I know I know… I winged, I cried, I carried on and had everyone feeling sorry for me;

Pregnancy.

Swore it was the last time. I may have even said I would never EVER do that again. The sickness, the diabetes, the hugeness, the impracticality of having a giant turtle shell strapped to my front while trying to parent and even just adult.

And then the icing on the cake, giving birth. It nearly KILLED me.

I was quick to say (with a few colourful words) in the labour ward THAT’S NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN!

No pain relief is not a good choice ladies.

Well that lasted for about 5 minutes after the baby was born, and then the newborn baby love train smacked me fair in the face (and heart) and I completely forgot (or blocked) it all.

All the nausea, all the vomiting, all the drips, all the pain and feeling yuk and blechhh, all the uncomfortable sleeps or sleepless nights, all the blood tests, all the fingerpicks and diabetes, and all the diabetes bloody diet rules. All of it has gone from my mind and I’m left with the warm fuzzy giddy love bubble of the drug that is the newborn baby.

Valentija. She is a beauty.

I want more.

Like an addict chasing a high, I want more.

More more more more MORE!

I definitely don’t feel done. Far from done actually; I worry I will never feel done. No need to alarm the hubby…

Menopause will have to physically punch me hard in the ovaries and yell IT’S OVER LADY and then maybe I will. I’m sure I’ll cry.

But then theres always grandchildren..

Product Review

TIGI Haircare

July 4, 2017
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TIGI product review

I have been a TIGI serial hair abuser for a while now, so naturally I was estatic and felt very honoured to collaborate with the haircare brand giants! And because I love my readers TIGI has very kindly sent me some extra sets that you can win! Keep an eye out on the Instagram & Facebook page for the giveaway coming soon!

The perks of an unpaid blogger…Receiving fabulous products from fabulous brands to try, test and review. I’ll take it!

Over the last 10 weeks I have been using the brand new violet shampoo range from Tigi cheekily called ‘Dumb Blonde’ along with the super conditioning reconstructor and a super hold hairspray that has only just been released!

I bet your imagining something really wonderful, like the shampoo adverts showing peaceful, time rich ladies lathering up in a full face of make up; perhaps some candles, champagne, relaxing soaks in the bath while the conditioner sets…

Enter reality. No, it certainly wasn’t like that. It’s much more like the express version where I can’t see because I have purple soap suds running down my face trying to wash my long hair as fast as possible while also holding the shower door shut with one cold wet leg in some kind of super freak yoga position held up against the glass door to prevent the fully clothed and fully vocal 2 year old from entering.

Yes that’s my version, and I guarantee you will all be there at some point if you haven’t already… Continue Reading…

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The Mother of all Morning Sickness

February 15, 2017
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The Mother of all Morning Sickness

It’s been oh so quiet here on my poor abandoned crumbling blog…and not so much in my overworked toxic waste collecting bathroom.

I look back now and it seems so long ago, a distant and hazy (well perhaps consciously blocked) memory.

Morning Sickness. Morning Sickness from hell.

Who coined the term ‘morning’, because I need to speak with them about that. That would have been so nice, morning only. No, this was the most all consuming, debilitating, constant nausea and vomiting I have ever experienced in a pregnancy yet. All the bloody time.

Imagine your worst ever hang over – and not being able to escape it for about 5 months. Sad face.

Except this is supposed to be surrounded with joy and cheer, “Congratulations, a new baby is on the way!!” but I just felt like I was dying. Ugh.

Yes, I am Pregnant. Pregnant with a capital P, with the strongest morning sickness hormones I have ever experienced, raging completely out of control, taking over my whole life. Thank goodness that chapter is over!

So our little family of four will soon become a party five. I am very excited, I love children and I love adding to my nest.

But this was not the case 8 dreadfully long months ago.

I felt sick, I felt old, I felt tired and I still feel like I can never ever do that again. I would have loved to have had 4 or even 5 children but this pregnancy has scarred me for life. Meanwhile hubby is secretly quite relieved.

Here are some highlights from the worst of it, if you can stomach the read…

Week 4: Hubby is at work and I can’t move out of bed. In the distance I can hear children so I know they are still alive, and from the mess he finds later it’s apparent they have eaten – we are all barely surviving.

Evidence they are somewhat fed…

Week 5: I feel like rapunzel locked away in her castle except the long hair is replaced by my leg & eyebrow hair that has not been waxed or groomed for so long it’s reached epic proportions and the knight in shining armour is my husband coming home just in time to change the horrific poo smell coming from the youngest one. Smells = vomit(s)

Week 6: I’m slowly being tortured by the baby growing inside of me, it’s sucking the absolute life out of me and it feels like it’s killing me from the inside out while the ready made children are doing the exact same thing, except killing me from the outside in.
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Welcome to week 7; do not pass go, do collect any food and go directly to hospital – for a drip(s). Not keeping down anything…even sips of water. WTF, it’s only week 7!  Interestingly I overhear a conversation in hospital between 2 doctors about a woman who has been rushed to the birthing suite going into labor at 7 months pregnant, yet she is completely unaware that she is in fact pregnant. Who the f@!k is this lady?! Here I am dying right from the first few weeks of conception and VERY aware of each minute of this pregnancy! Kill me now.

At least it’s quiet in hospital

Week 8: vomiting strawberry milk on the children’s feet whilst showering with them was interesting…

Week 9: I walk past the kitchen and my nose is greeted with the wafting odour of chicken schnitzels and crumbed prawns being cooked. Normally such a welcomed smell. This time, it provokes an instant vomit. Argh. Kill me again.

Week 10: It’s my birthday! (insert sarcasm) I can’t even look at my phone to reply to all the birthday messages coming through as the scrolling motion gives me vertigo, and then I vomit. I can’t even look at the walls in our house because the pattern of the double brick also spins me out and brings on the big V. Happy Bloody Birthday. Yes it was wonderful, thanks for asking…

Week 11: So far I’ve lost weight, I can’t eat, I’m bedridden, the morning sickness medication does not work, my hair is a hot mess and I don’t trust myself to even kiss the children goodnight before they go to bed. Not without repercussions if you get what I mean…How the heck am I going to get through the next 29 weeks!

Fast forward to week 30… What a great time to start a full on house renovation!

Enter builders, plumbers, sparkies, carpet/aircon/painter/security/kitchen guys, did I miss anyone?? at 7:30 am everyday for 6 weeks! Oh, and exit husband for seasonal work, impeccable timing!

Goodbye old kitchen…

This created one hell of a mess which became depressing and exhausting trying to clean up at the end of each day to even be able to sit down somewhere clean(ish) without dust. We had no kitchen, no water, limited power; the will to cook food was at an all time low because it meant I had to clean the dust & grime off of all of the plates/cutlery/makeshift table before even starting etc then attempt washing up in our tiny ensuite sink afterwards while juggling a huge protruding baby bump and 2 children who thought all the tradies power tools were there solely for their enjoyment/entertainment. Not the most fun ever.

…hello temporary kitchen and truckloads of filth

Thankfully it’s mostly all done now with mainly minor last minute details to finish and with a baby due in just under a month it couldn’t have come at a more welcome time. The chance to relax and and enjoy the new space will be pretty nice too before the baby comes along.

Oh, one last final insult to the last stages of this pregnancy…being diagnosed with gestational diabetes. That’s right, now that I can eat, I can’t eat. Finger pricks, blood testing, carb counting, food diaries, remembering what time I ate…one last slap in the face before this baby is born.

OMG.

Culinary

Crunchy Mama Vegan Lasagne

September 21, 2016
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Crunchy Mama Vegan Lasagne

Yesterday I posted a picture on my Instagram page of a vegan lasagne I kind of made up on the spot.

Who knew it would be so popular – I have had so many requests asking for the recipe so I decided to quickly write it down so I can share it with you all. Sorry if it seems rushed…because it is.

Quite a few years ago, ok back in my teens, I was a vegetarian/ wannabe vegan (wannabe simply because non-dairy cheeses back then were unheard of) so I am very familiar with the ‘crunchy’ lifestyle. People immediately tend to think of rabbit food but in actual fact I found it made me a more adventurous budding young cook and I surprised my family quite a few times with divine earthy creations.

These days I am slowly embracing the lifestyle again but more towards a pescatarian diet. I want my children to have the healthiest possible start to life and for me that begins with proper nutrition. At the supermarket I spend 3/4 of the weekly shop on fresh fruit and veg alone, and it raises a lot of eyebrows at the checkout. “Wow, that’s a lot of fruit and veg!” Is that really so strange? Yes I agree it can be expensive to buy healthy food but that is a small sacrifice I’m willing to make. It’s called priorities!

On a whim I decided to put my skills of master chef disguise to the test to see if this full blown vegan meal would get eaten and not picked apart to see what the hell I had put in there.

I partially made it in my thermomix, only because I made such a huge batch it would simply not all fit in at once. I really love not having to chop up anything anymore, such a time saver. #mumhacks

If you don’t have a Therminator you are going to have to cut the vegetables by hand. You can also use the same béchamel recipe but you will have to make it in a saucepan, and stir baby stir!

Basically you can put whatever you like or have to use up including left over roast vegetables which would make such a great flavour.

So here’s what I did, hope you love it too!

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Product Review

My Family Photo

September 15, 2016

My Family Photo

I remember it well. A beautiful crisp sunny autumn day with clear blue skies late in the sun drenched afternoon…and my two little darlings were in fine fierce form.

The then Fournado was particularly revved up, super excited to be in the big city with energy bursting from the depths of his boyish soul. Even after my verbal prepping for weeks, days and then again minutes beforehand, it went totally out the window. Nothing was going to stop him and his cheeky little cheerleading sister from running amok, yet again.

“Please look at the camera” I begged,  “and smile!”  I did not like my chances.

I remember leaving feeling so very frustrated and cross because the children had not listened at all – they just wanted to run around exploring the park and not sit still for the photoshoot. I was so sure there would be no decent photos. I was feeling like a failure of a parent because my kids were dressed as angels yet running around like little devils, totally ignoring all direction from me. Magnified, of course, because I hung around just long enough to see the next family arrive for their photo shoot – they were calm, quiet and picture bloody perfect.

Pffftttt, robot children.

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Diamonds

Father’s Day

September 4, 2016
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Father’s Day

It’s Father’s Day!

For us it’s been a day of fun, love, adventure, free spirits and quality time. Time is what’s truly important in any childs life.

Anyone can be a parent, but it takes a special man to be a great father or ‘Tata’ as we call him. Strong enough to protect and provide for his family yet gentle enough to connect with his children at a softer level and not be afraid to show unconditional love and affection.

With the knowledge that one day he will be the father of your children, picking the perfect life partner is a huge responsibility. I know I chose well and everyday I get to see my little family grow, enriched with love. I am one of the very lucky ones, because my husband is a fantastic father to his children and we celebrate that everyday, not just today.

Kind, considerate, interested, helpful, loving, supportive, funny and generous; these are just some of the fatherly qualities that I love about the man I married. Without him I would not be a mother and for that I am eternally grateful. I just can’t imagine doing this crazy gig without him to be honest!

Fatherhood is journey. Unlike us mothers they do not have the prior 9 months connection with the baby growing so slowly in our belly. For the first few months of our sons life I’m sure he thought he was going to break him! But with time, patience and perseverance I have watched him grow from a rough bachelor with no paternal clue into a thoughtful, gentle and wonderful Tata that would do anything for his beautiful offspring.

When our daughter came along 2 years ago I saw him evolve again. Little girls have a certain effect on their daddies soul that strips them back even more and it is so beautiful to watch. It literally melts my heart.

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Watching them all snuggled up reading stories before bedtime, practicing sport out in the yard, taking the dog for a walk together, dancing like dorks with music blaring, teaching them everyday life skills – the list is endless. At the end of the day, family is all that matters so I am so very blessed to have mine.

So a huge ‘Happy Fathers Day’ to my hubby Mr Diamonds, the love of my life and the apple of my children’s eyes; and also to all the other amazing dads out there.

x

Product Review

Lookielookies

June 1, 2016

Lookielookies

I just love getting sent fun things to test and this time I am featuring this very clever little gadget called a ‘Lookielookies’ which was invented by a fellow mama and total #mumpreneur called Janice, while she was on maternity leave with her first child. No excuses for baby brain any more ladies!

Janice was struggling to get her daughter to look directly at the camera and with nothing like it on the market an idea was born. She came up with the fabulous idea of attracting babies (and older children’s!) eyes to focus on the camera. Hard work and determination made that very idea a reality and now her business is growing across the world.

The concept is simple, press a button and the Lookielookies character flashes lights to attract the attention of your child to look directly at the camera lens. Genius.

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Happy Birthday Son! But really, it’s the day you rocked my whole world!

May 6, 2016

Happy Birthday Son! But really, it’s the day you rocked my whole world!

Today is my sons birthday, and also the birth of me as a mother and adult woman with real purpose in life. It has made me reflect back to when he was first brought into the world and the baby bubble I was so lovingly wrapped up in. The most magical moments of discovering each other, getting to know his little personality, learning together and flourishing as the woman I was destined to be. It was also the start of some big changes and huge appreciation for life and creating a new one in which was the start of our family.

Having a child is a beautiful, empowering experience; especially the excitement of your first born. The unknown, the anticipation, the free time to sleep and ‘nesting’ in the nursery in preparation of the impending delivery. There is so much time spent wondering about how they will look, what the gender will be, what their future holds and who it is exactly that has been hiding in your swollen.

It really is a magical time, one that I reflect on with great pride and I know it was a huge turning point in my life. This little person was responsible for making me a mother, was responsible for making me think beyond just myself and was totally responsible for making me a better person, without a doubt.

The joy that he and all children bring is indescribable. After having my own children I have found the true meaning as to why I am here on this earth.

Motherhood, it fits me like a glove. I love it and my children more than life itself.

Nothing can quite prepare you for the overwhelming flood of emotions you will feel when your tiny little baby is placed on your chest, with or without a dramatic entrance. Having my child reach a special milestone like his 5th birthday today is pretty special, and as a mother it is a time of bittersweet reflection.

The boy I have gained and the baby who is no more. Baby clothes packed away and school decisions being made. Glimpses of a young adult about to bloom, with the whole world at his feet. As mothers we want them to always be close, but as mothers we want them to fly free and achieve great things.

The cord may have been physically cut but it is still very real and alive in my mind.

Childbirth is one of the most natural most natural events in the world, yet at the time it felt totally unnatural and just plain painful. To say the least. Honestly it hurt so much so that I actually forgot there was even a baby involved. Many, many colourful words were sprayed around the birthing room that night during my completely drug free labour, true grit, determination and focus was pulled from the very depths of my body that even I didn’t know I had. It’s hard, long painful work, but you will be more than rewarded at the end.

I thought I would be able to handle it. After meeting with girlfriends to discuss their thoughts on the whole process, I was sure I would have a higher pain threshold then them and thought to myself  ‘it cant be that bad can it?’

Wrong.

Mother Nature had different plans for me. It was like nothing I have ever experienced or can even begin to describe, but now it all makes sense although it wasn’t until I had my second child that I discovered my first born was a compound birth.

Compound

Compound presentation means prolapse of fetal extremity alongside the presenting part it is three types: 1.prolapse of the hand in cephalic presentation. (most common) 2.prolapse of the lower extremity in breech presentation. 3.prolapse of lower extremity in cephalic presentation. (relatively rare) compound presentations uncommon occur only 1 in 1000 pregnancies.

means prolapse of fetal extremity alongside the presenting part it is three types: 1.prolapse of the hand In layman’s terms, he was born with his arm up along side his head. Just to make it that bit more epic, and to teach me that I shouldn’t have thought I had a stronger pain threshold than my friends I’m sure. And being nearly 9 pounds didn’t help much either. Ouch.

The midwife exclaimed “Oh your the lady that had the compound birth!” “Sorry, what do you mean?” was my reply when I was about to give birth three years and two weeks later to the day, for the second time, with just as much anxious fear as the first. But there it was written in my notes, and that explains a LOT of things now.

Why I couldn’t sit down for a week after. Why the thought of sex made me run for the hills. Why I thought I would have an only child.

The following is an extract from a note I wrote shortly after birth, in those magical whimsical early motherhood days.

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So the birth went like this:- 7:00pm, Gentle contractions, similar to period pain begins so I ran myself a spa bath, shaved my legs, (and other regions) put on a face mask and relaxed in the candle lit bubble bath thinking of the beautiful and amazing changes my body was about to go through. I pondered the gender, and meeting the baby for the first time.

At 1:00am I ring the local hospital who calmly reassure me with “stay home if your comfortable”

Well it turns out you can stay home comfortably for too bloody long because next minute my pain level absolutely shoots through the fucking roof and I begin climbing the walls like a crazy woman trying to escape the zombie apocalypse, within 45 minutes my waters break everywhere!

Cascading over the bedroom carpet like the Niagara bloody falls, shit hits the fan and leaves a  very freaked out husband and equally panicked soon to be new mother. Wearing the most amazing outfit (husbands boxer shorts and tent like t-shirt) we race to hospital and so begins the prudish nightmare. “Legs up, let’s have a look” 8cm on arrival…! 

“I need an fucking epidural NOW!!!”

My doctor laughs this creepy little laugh with the midwife which tells me it’s way too late and I’m on my own. “Start pushing honey, this baby is nearly out” Argh, mortal dread realisation sets in, and as much as the doctor and nurse are here to help – I know this is something I have to do by myself.

I am crippled in pain, fear and the unknown. But mostly pain. 

Somewhere in the background I can hear the CD I chose gently playing calming songs and all around it’s dark, quiet and dim. Thank you baby for deciding to come so early in the morning so nobody has to see me like this.

Hearing that music helps me to gain my laser like focus and really concentrate on the effort I am going to have to pull out of my ass. Almost literally.

Meanwhile Mr Diamonds is looking very pale and understandably nervous, anxious and down right out of his comfort zone. I think I’m breaking his hand and there’s no way I want him down at the business end.

Frankly I’d rather have no bloody one (ever!) gawking down at my business end.  Pfttt. No modesty allowed in this entire damn hospital wing. As a last resort I am offered gas in the old school way by means of the claustrophobia causing face mask “YUK it tastes like fly spray get it AWAYYYY!” 

My son is Chava Jimi Krsto is born at 3:28am.

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Nothing can describe holding that baby for the first time.  Marred by legs up and getting stitches, but still holding the baby for the first time none the less. I have a adrenalin rush for the rest of the day, how can I possibly sleep now? Wanting to show this gorgeous little fella that I made off to the whole world is a very overwhelming feeling, but so is feeling like a mother lioness raging with protection for this delicate little darling. You would do anything for them.

(And I’ve nearly forgotten the pain!)

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This beautiful baby is mine for keeps and today he is five years old.

So Happy Birthday my handsome son, but really it’s the day you broke my vagina.

Culinary

9 Vegetarian Meals across the Globe

May 5, 2016
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9 vegetarian meals across the globe

Last month I teamed up with 8 other bloggers from right around the world to create a special post sharing traditional vegetarian meals from our respective countries.

You may not know this about me but I was a vegetarian for 8 years and pescatarian for 2, throughout my mid teens and early twenties much to the inconvenience of my mother.

Back then vegetarian options were little to none, and people thought it meant eating lettuce each night for dinner and or starving.

Not so.

Here is a beautiful selection of traditional vegetarian meals, drinks and sweets from as far away as India, USA, UK, Jordan, South Africa, Korea, Russia, Hawaii, and of course mine from right here in the land down under to show you that choosing to be vegetarian does not have to be flavourless and boring!

The clever lady who put this idea together is Priya from the blog Cookilicious, where you can find the full post. I definitely recommend you check out her website because she has so many other amazing mouthwatering recipes!

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