We absolutely love running Baby Massage private groups and we're now taking bookings for private groups for September. We are very experienced baby massage instructors and have worked with over 1000 new mums across Bristol so we've got a wealth of knowledge to share with you. .
How does it work? .
We come to your home and teach our tried and tested 4 week baby massage course. It's a wonderful activity to do with your baby and your friends. We need 5-9 people in a group, and the cost and content is the same as our courses run at venues around Bristol. .
Our aim is to leave you feeling confident, empowered in your parenting and connected with your baby. Message us to book!
It’s official ‘we love you’ though secretly I’m a little concerned with all it’s bad press of late. Seems that Summer holiday season is a mix of happiness, relief and concern. How do you keep your child entertained for 6 WEEKS! Of scorching temperatures and local parks mobbed by crazied children 😧 I struggle most days to keep my little bubba entertained but if I’m honest I really need to take a step back. At 2 years old he’s already his own person and happily finds entertainment in everything. Still... A mothers guilt eh! We think...’How can he be so happy playing with the same car for 10 minutes?’ would I be? And then I had an epiphany ✨ At this age life is all about simplicity and maybe it’s us parents that create the need for constant stimulation, food for thought eh 🤓
Am I a cool mom yet? 😎
I have quite a few friends who are mama’s and walking beside them as they navigate through parenthood has made me realise how incredible it is to have such powerful women in my circles as an example for me when that time comes for us (before you ask - no, not pregnant 😂). Each and every one of them handles motherhood with such grace, humility and patience. It’s been so rewarding to witness their transformation from woman to mother as well as being super eye-opening into seeing what kind of mother I aspire to be one day. You guys are the real “cool moms”, I’m just a wannabe 👆🏼😂
@jordy.jeffries @thelovecollectivenz @haywarnie @ashandthebabes @sarahlemkus @amyjeanmepham @ellie_lowe
Sometimes it’s easy to forget about anxiety and depression.
Not for those that suffer, I think there’s always something in the back of my mind waiting for the next hit, but for those who are our friends.
It’s not picky, it doesn’t care how much of a ray of sunshine you appear to be, how good your (if slightly dry) sense of humour is or how much you seem to have everything under control.
It just happens.
I can’t forget, it’s always lurking there, waiting for the next opening to squirm it’s way back in and before you know your tummy’s turning over, your chest and throat feel like they’re closing down and your hearts in some kind of race with unseen foes.
Then the darkness closes in, slowly at first, it’s got to get a good foothold before it starts biting off and chewing what the anxiety left behind. They work like a team, like sentient beings hellbent on taking every last inch of what was you and basically eating you alive.
The pit is deep, and it’s hellish dark and the walls are slick and suck you down, trying to prevent escape.
Every damn day, somebody is suffering and it’s shit and unfair but if you know someone who suffers you can help so much just by being there.
Meanial things like tidying up become impossible tasks, it becomes survival mode until the darkness goes and every day there’s a war being waged against yourself that no one can see or fully comprehend.
Tell them they’re brave, there’s nothing braver than getting up each day to wage war upon yourself.
You can’t escape your own lying brain.
Don’t try to understand just try to help, in my darkest hours I couldn’t tell you for the life of me what’s wrong or why I feel like this but the belief and knowledge that I’m not my anxiety and I’m not my depression and maybe just someone saying “fuck you’re brave” gets me through.
I may seem normal but there’s signs and if you know someone who suffers I guarantee there’s signs there too.
If you’re a fellow sufferer please know you’re not alone, we can beat this awful disease together, there is always sunshine after.
I walked out tonight. I left the damn mess. My kids were not fed. My husband is home. He will get it.
Because tonight--I walked away from the chaos, from the bullshit that sometimes makes up life as a wife and mother.
I gave it everything I had and realized I'd had enough--thank you sir, I don't want another minute of attitude, yelling, assholery. Sorry but no.
I got up and said that I was leaving early for work because I need some time by myself. I told my husband, my son, and the daughter who sat waiting for me in the car. I explained that sometimes I need a minute. This was one of those times.
I held my ground. I did not get out of the car. I did not budge.
And I'm not sorry. In fact, I'm proud of myself for knowing and committing to doing the best thing for me and my family. I don't always do that. I've always stayed. I've always felt guilt, like somehow calling timeout and needing to recharge and reset was my fault or made me a bad mother.
It isn't. It doesn't.
I'm not doing anything particularly interesting or relaxing. I'm putting on the makeup I forgot to apply all day. I'm drinking coffee in the quiet of my car in the library parking lot. It's enough.
I walked away and I'll do it again if and when I feel the need to. There is no shame in taking some time to step away. It is a shame only when we don't allow ourselves to.
No guilt. No second-guessing.
It's okay to walk away. Take whatever time you need. They will be there when you get home, probably waiting with the same complaints and concern. But you'll have at least had a moment and we all deserve that. Even wives and mothers.
Especially wives and mothers.
Tag or share with someone who gets it!! #motherhood#selfcare#selfcaredontcare#ineedthis#mothersofinstagram#parenting#walkawayitsokay
Summer is going fast but you still have time to try these cheap/free and FUN ideas with your kids!
Check out the link in my bio for ideas to add to your summer bucket list! -Ginger
My cyan felt tip pen has only bloody run out. FUCK. And apparently you can’t buy single pen replacements (and I need the exact replacement for my masterpiece) so my only option is to buy a whole massive 6 billion pen pack at £23.99! So my question is, is £24 good value for a cyan felt tip pen?
“The natural power of breastfeeding is one of the greatest wonders of the world. It is about real love. It is about caring and celebrating the wondrous joy of nurturing a new life. It is about enjoying being a woman.” Anwar Fazal
A couple hours postpartum with our sweet Ivy Kenz 🌸
So hard to believe those littles in the pictures I cry over are the same ones I now know as toddler humans! I know they change so much physically so fast - I mean look at all that dark hair!
but the best part of motherhood (in my eyes) is watching them become themselves, seeing it develop more and more everyday, and in those early days it’s hard to see but they are precious fleeting moments and are your mirror to see how far you have come.
Excited to experience it again ✨
Me living my absolute best life (not my best mum life). I knew I would love being a mum. I've wanted it more than anything.
Of course being a mother has changed me. I've had to be less selfish. Although I think having children is selfish anyway (this is not necessarily bad).
But it hasn't brought out my inner child, it's always been out! But he joins in and makes it seem like I do it for him. I do it for me but he seems to like it so win win!
I would die for him in a heartbeat. But I'm still me and that's not gonna change.
Let’s talk about our STRUGGLES. What do you find to be most difficult about blogging? Is it juggling your time, being able to express yourself, finding your voice, technical knowledge, social media, or something else entirely? LET US KNOW BELOW! 💖 [Gorgeous image via @newmumstheword #rg ]
I'm feeling the push and pull of this social media game once again. Let me keep it real for a minute. Yes these are shots from my actual life but... I'm balancing between trying to keep authenticity in my feed with wanting to keep it esthetically pleasing- ALL while also managing sponsored posts which help my growing family😓 I'm not perfect(far from it!) so I will get it wrong at times and I will disappoint many. All I can do if you're looking here for something that will bring you lasting joy and real fulfillment is to point you to Jesus. There's no one who knows you better and loves you more! He's everything. And thank you so much to everyone who supports me here and follows our journey of the craziness of life. If you want to ask me something, just shoot me a DM and I promise I will always be as open as possible❤ I love our little insta community despite all of us flawed humans✌ #keepingitreal#honestmotherhood#instamama
One of those meetings where you realise that you really didn’t need to have your toe nails done beforehand (Especially as I have a massive plaster on my ankle anyway so the whole look was ruined)
I think I'll just stay in my PJ shorts all day considering we're definitely in the midst of the 4-month sleep regression. Fourth consecutive night of waking every 2 hours.. and Infant Tylenol does nothing😴
Our neighbor is always offering his house up for beer restock if we need it, but I'm thinking today I just may just need to run over there for a nap... #sleepregression#sleepdeprived#mothersofinstagram#4monthsold
I’m going to share a little secret. I truly would have been happy with either a girl or a boy, but I’ve always REALLY wanted boys. Maybe because I grew up with a sister and never got to experience having a brother, but I’ve always been fascinated by mother/son relationships.
I felt this way more so after meeting my husband. Sadly I never had a chance to meet my mother-in-law as she passed a year before my husband and I met. I can distinctly recall a moment at the beginning of our relationship, while hearing the way he would speak about his mom and how fiercely he loved her, thinking to myself “I want a son just like him”. Life is full of obstacles and lessons and as I sit here today, the day before I turn 30, one phrase sticks out to me the most. What’s meant for you will not pass you. 🍋