Love, bubs and life on our little farm

I am really feeling the march of time at the moment. Could be because I am only 1.5 months off the big three-oh, could be because my first baby reminds me nearly everyday with her antics that she is a little girl not an infant or toddler anymore or could possibly be because my last little bub has at almost 7 months old decided to wean herself and embrace drinking from a bottle so that she can watch the world go by rather than stare at a boob.

Fortunately, as old as all this makes me feel, it is a nice sort of old feeling. I feel contented and ready to move into our next stage. I am ready to be a mum of kids rather than babies and pregnant bellies. I miss my crazy fun uni days but I love that my husband and I are more senior at work and are past the stage of scrimping and saving for things. And I am excited for what the next decade will bring us as far as travel, experiences and lovely things.

And I am proud of my wonderful breastfeending relationship with both my girls but now that it has passed, I am so damn excited to get to wear nice lingerie again and to dress in clothes where I don't have to consider access to my chest! Definitely the silver lining.

And just look at my big girl - who at 2.5 has graduated to a big girl bike courtesy of Santa and has blown me away by mastering it in an hour.

When I see her ride past the window, pedalling away and singing to herself, my heart swells with love and pride but also pangs a little with the realisation that she is never going to be my tiny helpless bub again.

Parenting and life in general can be such an oxymoron!