I never thought I’d be a babywearer. When I was pregnant, babywearing was an activity I associated with the limber, vegan mums I met at yoga and as an egg eating, stiff bodied lass, I felt it was something that just wasn’t for me. Oh ho ho, how I was wrong.
I’ve also enjoyed the taste of actual ingredients as opposed to any synthetic sweeteners or sugar alcohols that I’ve been kinda addicted to in the past (I’m looking at you, Quest Bars) as it’s helped me connect the act of eating with actual food, not some bizarre space cube made up of the “perfect macros”.
I don’t often tell people that this mum blogs. And promoting it on my personal Facebook is like pulling teeth (thank goodness for Pinterest!)
We undertook The Organised Mum Method together, enjoying a sort of “gamified” cleaning experience.