One and done

Next month, my dear sweet Rosie will be turning one. So some folks have clearly decided that now is the time to demand to know when I’ll be having more kids.

Now, here’s the thing. I’m not all touchy and bitter. I don’t mind when family and close friends ask. It’s casual acquaintances and strangers that get me. Even then, it’s not rude per se to politely enquire, ‘Do you think you’ll have anymore?’

Providing, of course, you leave it at that.
It becomes rude and annoying when you say to me, ‘So when are you having some more?’

To which I reply, ‘Uh, never.’

It becomes even more rude and annoying when you then say, ‘You can’t say that! You’ve got to have more!’

And it becomes infuriating when you say, ‘I think you’ll have more. You can’t just have one.’

Whoa whoa whoa, sunshine. Take a step back. I don’t recall a time when you were put in charge of my reproductive organs. I’m not even entirely sure I’ve got full control of them, and most definitely not at certain times of the month.

So… why is this rude? Well, you’re assuming a hell of a lot of things, for a start. You’re assuming I want more kids. You’re assuming my husband wants more kids. You’re assuming we can afford financially to have more kids.

You’re also imposing your beliefs and choices on me, for another. So you had three or four or more. Or you only had one but you wanted more. Or you think that big families are the happiest families. Or you think that my daughter needs siblings. Marvellous. Really. Good for you. Your choices are your choices, I respect that. But you are not respecting mine. Look at it another way. The flipside to this would be me saying to you, ‘Jeez, really, another kid? I don’t think you should have it. In fact, you can’t have it. You’ve got to get rid.’

And furthermore, you’re putting me in an extremely uncomfortable position. I don’t necessarily want to explain to you (often a complete stranger) that I don’t want more kids. You have no idea. It could be that we can’t afford it. It could be that I suffered with bad postnatal depression and I’m scared it will happen again. It could be that I had an intensely traumatic labour, or that my child was in hospital as a newborn, or ill, or I hated the newborn stage, or even that my lady bits are wrecked beyond repair. Would you like me to say that to you? When you ask why no more, in the middle of Asda, would you like me to say, ‘Because my fanny fell out?’ (It didn’t. But I might start saying that to make people feel uncomfortable)

Maybe, just maybe, I don’t want anymore kids, for reasons that are none of your business. And maybe you should keep your opinions and your comments to yourself. It’s my uterus, and if I don’t want any more kids I won’t have anymore kids.

The moral of the story is, if you’re not in my ‘frequently dialled’, don’t ask personal questions. You might not like the answer.


She doesn't want to hear it either.

Baie aeolus shadow – review

The latest wrap I have been playing with is the new and as yet unreleased Baie Aeolus Shadow. This wrap combines the popular pre existing dragonflies design, and the most recent colourway – a rich plum purple to black gradient.


This version is a blend, 79% combed cotton and 21% linen. It’s also another snug weave wrap, which is the slightly thicker of the two weaves Baie use. The linen and the weave combine to make this wrap feel quite thick and solid, but not ridiculously so. It’s strong, but I’m not going to have to get out my whip to tame it. For the most part, it felt grippy and supportive. I did however find that the finishing knot in an fwcc needed to be tied double as it had a tendency to slip and work loose – although I didn’t have that issue with the passes.


On the darker side of this wrap there is a slight white fluffiness – I find this to be barely noticeable, and Juliette assures me that this is normal. It’s down to the use of natural undyed cotlin, and will disappear with use and washes.

This wrap has two very distinct sides. One side has a gradient background with natural undyed dragonflies, and the other has a natural undyed background with gradient dragonflies.


Due to the darker colours, the undyed tends to appear pale grey or purple in places. And the contrast is striking! I think I personally prefer the darker side to this wrap, but I do like the fact that it has two separate personalities. Due to it’s dual personality I feel that this wrap will go with a big variety of clothing, and be suitable for any number of occasions.



The design, as you now know, is dragonflies. But here is something you didn’t know. Aeolus was designed by Juliette; one half of the Baie team. The pretty, stylised design of the dragonflies is based on the sound holes in an instrument called the English Concertina, which Juliette plays semi professionally. Aeolus is also a God of Wind in Greek mythology, which is rather apt for a dragonfly as they are considered the best fliers in the animal kingdom.


All things considered, this is a strong, capable and versatile wrap that still manages to be pretty. It’s soft enough for little squishes, but strong enough for bigger toddlers. And you can wear it with pretty much anything!


Baie Trowen Sweetheart – Review

For many years now I’ve been with my (long suffering) husband and been faithful. Now, however I have a new Sweetheart. A Baie Trowen Sweetheart, to be exact.


Released rather fittingly on Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart is the latest in the very successful Trowen line. It features the same celtic inspired pattern as the other Trowens but with a plum purple to black gradient warp, and a striking fuchsia pink weft. On one side the background features the gradient with a solid colour pattern, and on the other it is the pattern itself that features the gradient, while the background is a solid colour. I am not sure which is supposed to be the ‘wrong’ side – I personally don’t consider there to be one. The truth of the matter is, Sweetheart looks stunning any way round.



And it wraps like a dream! 100% combed cotton, this is one of Baie’s snug weaves, meaning that it is more tightly woven than a plush weave. The result is a fairly thick, dense fabric that looks and feels fantastic. Having never tried a new Baie before, I was not sure what to expect but right out of the bag this wrapped well. It feels fairly thick but it’s not beastly and it’s very supportive. It holds my ten month old in a fwcc (my least favourite front carry) without feeling diggy, or pulling my shoulders. There’s also practically no sagging or slipping; the material holds well without needing to be re adjusted every ten minutes.

I picked it up en route to Bolsover Castle and just could not resist using it immediately. The setting was perfection, and made me feel like a non murderous Lady Macbeth. In fact, I’m pretty sure if she was a babywearer this is what she’d use. It’s dark, it’s dramatic, it’s elegant and it’s just a little bit gothic.



I feel like this wrap looks it’s best when dressed up; this is the wrap I’d go for if we were going to any kind of an event. Having said that, that doesn’t mean it’s unsuitable for everyday wear. It adds instant drama and elegance to any outfit. It’s just so classy you can’t help but feel fabulous in it.

In fact, even the tote bag it came with is glamorous. In classic black and gold, this is a sling tote bag I’d actually use as a bag. And the gold is shimmery.


Speaking of what came with this, I should add that Baie also sent some fabulous literature. Well designed, well written with clear instructions that show you how to do two different carries.

Overall, I’m really pleased with this. It looks and feels luxurious and high quality. It’s beauty and strength pretty much instantly guaranteed it a place in my rapidly growing permastash. There is no compromise with this – you don’t have to substitute good looks for good wrapping abilities. It does everything. And I can honestly say I’m no longer just Baie curious – I’m converted.


First world mum problems

So, I was talking to a group of my ‘Mum chums’ (what a fantastic phrase) and we were discussing the small inconveniences that happen as a part of motherhood. You know, baby is due to wake up at any second, but now you’re shattered and want to nap. (This is happening to me right now, and I am writing this to avoid dropping off. Tiredness everywhere.) Anyway, a little spark went off in my head and First World Mum Problems was born. Here are what me and my friends came up with.
















And there you have it. What are yours?

Danu Bronte George RS – Review

As my birthday is at the beginning of January, and it’s generally such a cold and miserable month anyway, I thought that maybe I should get a new carrier and cheer myself up a little. I looked around and decided to go for Danu. I had taken advantage of their voucher offer before Christmas so it was practically already paid for.

In need of another ringsling, my husband and I looked at a couple and decided to go for the beautiful blue and white rose patterned Bronte George. Our little girl is Rosie, and if she was a boy she would have been George, which makes this particular design very appropriate.

The Bronte series is so called because the homeland of the Bronte sisters is very near to where these wraps were woven. George itself is named partly to honour George Smith, the editor who published Jane Eyre when no one else would, and also the first birthday of Prince George.

The roses are wild Irish Roses in full bloom, a freehand design that pays homage to Danu’s Irish heritage. It’s  very pretty, and gives the wrap a textured look. The roses look almost 3D, as though you could very nearly reach out and touch them.


Just getting it out of the packaging

It’s a gathered shoulder with matte blue rings, and the way it’s sewn combined with the pattern means there isn’t really a wrong side, so this rs can be worn either left or right shouldered.


Gathered shoulder, matte rings.

At 2m long, it’s a good length and there appears to be a decent but not overlong amount of tails. The sewing and hemming is impeccable, and the labelling discreet and tasteful.



This is pretty much it for wash care instructions. Although you can easily ask in the Danu Devotees group on Facebook, personally I would prefer a leaflet of some kind with some basic care instructions. I had to ask to find out whether I should wash it before use. The answer is yes by the way.


Nice tail length

With a 55% linen and 45% cotton blend, this carrier has the highest linen content I’ve tried so far. I fully expected it to be beast like, and to be fair it kind of was. However, after a wash, a steam iron, and a good hour or so being pulled through the rings it softened up considerably. Don’t get me wrong, it still has a ways to go, but it’s definitely on its way. With a bit more work I believe this ringsling will be absolutely wonderful.


We love how supported she feels.

I found that it was easy enough to get Rosie in, and it felt very supportive. It tightened well, and during our trip to, back from, and round Asda she didn’t need adjusting as it held firmly with no slippage whatsoever. Rosie is a smallish 9 months at around 17lbs, but judging by how supported she feels in this, it should last until she’s much bigger. The high linen content will definitely help in this regard, as linen is one of the strongest and most durable vegetable fibres there is. It should also be quite cool and breathable in summer – just think of how lovely linen trousers are on hot sticky days!


Coming back from Asda

Regarding linen (and this is seriously geeky, so feel free to skip) – it’s one of the more tricky fibres to weave. It has to be done in an air conditioned space with a relative humidity of at least 75%, and during the weaving process the fibres have to be kept as free as possible of dust, as it can reduce the quality of the fabric. It’s therefore very interesting to know that Danu not only wet spin their linen but also, unusually, spray water onto it during the weaving process. This makes the finished product much more pliable and helps to smooth out the fibres, giving the fabric a greater lustre. (Ok, geekery is finished, you may proceed!)


Gorgeous George

In short, I’m just a bit in love with George. He’s Irish, beautiful, supportive, strong, cool, he’ll get softer with time, and he’ll be able to manage a toddler with ease. What more do you want from a man – er, ringsling?!


He's so good with kids.

Bronte George is available here for those that wish to share the love. Enjoy!

Joy and Joe SMP Midnight Rainbow – Review

I was very lucky to recently get my hands on the newest offering from Joy and Joe – a beautiful Midnight Rainbow version of SMP.

One of only two currently in existence, this new wrap features a double weave, similar to Moorish . The difference, however, lies in the thread count. SMP has a much lower thread count by comparison, making it rather thinner than the snuggly thick Moorish. It does, however, retain some of the bounce of Moorish, although I have found the SMP can get a little diggy after a couple of hours. In all fairness though, Rosie was attempting to throw herself to one side to watch my feet, and I’m sure that can’t have helped! A double sateen weave, the SMP works great for all sizes, from little squishies to great big galumphing toddlers. It’s grippy, and the passes stayed put very well.


The very word sateen puts in my mind images and ideas of silky satiny slippery fabric, but this just not the case. The wrap feels like very soft, worn in jeans. Particularly the darker side, which seems to have a little more grip.


This wrap features the well loved and popular SMP design of paisley skulls, on a very vibrant rainbow background. One side features brighter colours, and the other side features darker rainbow colours. Personally, I think I prefer the brighter side as the contrast between the rainbow and the skulls is much more evident, although I do like the more subtle side to this wrap.


The brighter side


The darker side


Side by side comparison

With it’s bold, bright colours and eye catching design, the SMP Midnight Rainbows is certainly an eye catcher.




This wrap has been subject to a steam treatment as part of the finishing process. This helps to soften the yarn and remove any debris from the weaving process, meaning that it should be suitable to use immediately and require very little breaking in. Well, having been the first person to use it, I can say here and now that it does what it says. SMP arrived floppy and comfortable already. It does require some breaking in, but it really is very minimal for a brand new wrap. It wrapped very well, and I immediately got Rosie into a ruck with no difficulties, where she promptly fell asleep. Now, I’m informed that this extra treatment will be reflected in the price, but having experienced it for myself I’d say it’s well worth it. When you’ve bought a beautiful new wrap and you’re desperate to use it, spending time and effort breaking it in can be a pain!


It measures pre wash at 62cm wide, and 3.8 m long, giving it a comparable width to Moorish. As a prototype, the length measurement only serves to show whether washing and ironing shrinks it at all. Post wash and iron, it has no shrinkage, showing the same measurements.


Overall, this is a grippy, floppy, supportive wrap with a very striking design and vibrant colourway. The steam finishing treatment is worth the extra, as it’s ready to use straight away. I have really enjoyed the chance to use this, and I predict that this will be a great addition to the already hugely popular SMP range.


Joy and Joe Moorish – Review

Having recently received Moorish Timbre from Joy and Joe Baby, I decided it was high time for another review!

As usual, the wrap came with complimentary tea bag, biscuits and tote bag. It was well wrapped to protect it during transit, and well presented on arrival.

The wrap itself is a double weave, so in effect there is no ‘wrong’ side, although both sides are contrasting colours. This double weave makes it super snuggly and warm, and also adds a bit of bounce. It’s 100% Egyptian cotton.


The lighter side


The darker side

The design is influenced by traditional Moorish and Moroccan architecture, in black and a very very pale blue. So much so that the blue colour can quite often present as grey. Personally, to me the design is very reminiscent of snow flakes or spiderwebs. Either way, it’s striking.


My wrap measures 62cm wide, coming in a good 6cm narrower than Luceo Non Uro, another Joy and Joe creation. You can read the full review here. The size difference is negated, however, as the grippier quality of Moorish more than compensates. LNU by contrast is slightly slippier, so I find that the passes tend to stay in place a little better with Moorish. My wrap measures length ways at 3.9 m, making it a size 4.
My wrap is a second; which means there are some aesthetic defects. This does not compromise safety in any way. These flaws are quite visible when the wrap is laid flat, as shown here:



However, I have found that they don’t tend to be evident when the wrap is in use. That could be more to do with the carry I use, predominantly a Front Cross Carry but it works for me either way.



A flaw is visible here, but not hugely so.

Aside from the aesthetics, the stitching and hemming is of high quality, and even, with the middle markers unobtrusive. The labelling is minimal but manages to include TICKS with an additional warning about not allowing babies chins to rest on their chest.



In short, I really like this wrap. It feels immediately like a workhorse. It’s sturdy, bouncy, comfortable and feels like it will last the distance. I’m not scared of it; I feel I can give it some punishment and it will take it. It has washed and ironed well and needed very minimal breaking in. Certainly, it being a second has added to this, as I don’t feel I need to be overly careful with it. That said, this wrap still manages to be very attractive and I do love the design. I’ll definitely have another double weave at some point.


Rosie loves it too!


We promise ourselves during pregnancy that having a child won’t change us; we’ll still go out and have fun and we won’t turn into baby bores whose favourite topic of conversation is what colour poo we cleaned up this morning. We’ll still dress nicely, and we’ll maintain a clean and orderly home. Myself, I had visions of happily baking with my favourite Cath Kidston apron on, while my angelic child draws pretty pictures as we wait for Daddy to come home. Everything was so pristine and floral. Sigh.

In reality, my kitchen looks like it’s been burgled, my child is doing this:


Why does she sleep in such bizarre positions?

and I’m hiding in the living room with a cup of coffee while I write this post. (Complete with scraped back hair and ‘cleaning’ clothes on. So incredibly glamorous is my life.)

I did have higher expectations, if I’m honest. Probably too high. As a first time mum, I had no idea what was waiting for me when that first pregnancy test came back positive. I really really wanted my life to be like something out of a gravy advert, where everything is clean and everyone’s smiling. I wanted to be the perfect housewife and mother, with the perfect child.

And I know, objectively, that I’m doing great. I’ve had a very difficult time with the labour, the hospital stay, and of course all the (still unresolved) reflux issues. I get out and about regularly with Rosie, when we go out we’re both well dressed and usually on time, I’m great at organising all her various medical needs and appointments, I cook a meal from scratch everyday, (well, most days) I’m losing the baby weight and I’ve even been able to sneak a bit of crafting in. So why don’t I see all of this?

I think it’s a mixture of my own expectations for myself, and the images we’re subject to via the media. I have impossibly high standards for myself, and when I struggle to reach them I feel like a failure. This is impounded by images in advertising which heavily feature slim, beautiful women with perfectly done hair in a clean, white environment with clean, cheerful babies. This is not reality.


This could be me, right?

In reality, baby weight may take a while to lose. Your child will probably be sick on you, the floor, the settee, the cat . . . And your house is likely to be more Hoarders than Country Living.

And do you know what? It’s ok. It’s ok to not look like Claudia Schiffer three days after birth. It’s ok not to have a prisitine house. It’s ok not to have a perfectly content and cheerful baby all the time. It’s ok to cry sometimes. It’s ok to feel overwhelmed, in fact it’s normal. It’s ok not to be perfect.

The truth is, if you’ve kept your baby alive, they’re well fed (whether it be breastmilk or formula!) relatively clean, and you’ve managed to not murder the damn cat, you’re doing fine. Really.


We managed fed. We're working on clean.

We (ok, me) need to stop buying into the standards that the media, sometimes our families and most importantly ourselves set. We need to realise that there are far more important things than beating ourselves up about whether we have achieved a Martha Stewart level of baking, or whether we would qualify to feature in Cosmo as a shining example of post baby body snapping.

And I think once we understand that, life will be far simpler and more enjoyable. So let’s all just relax, scrap the expectations and enjoy our little ones while they can’t answer back. (I mean, are precious and


We're not perfect, but it's ok.

A Day In The Life

I know this has been done before, but I wanted to share what a typical day in my life looks like.

6AM Woken by inconsiderate husband’s work alarm. Punch him and go back to sleep.

6.09AM Woken again by aforementioned alarm. Punch him harder and go back to sleep.

6.20AM Woken by husband demanding to know where his socks are. Tell him I’m not his bloody mother, and to look in the sock drawer. Go back to sleep.

7.15AM Woken by cats meowing and scratching the bedroom door. Ignore them and go back to sleep.

8.00AM Woken by Rosie testing out her vocal range. Blearily put dummy back in her mouth, and attempt to go back to sleep.

8.30AM Woken for the last time by Rosie singing a full blown opera. Put dummy back in her mouth, then dodge cats on the stairs as I go to make her feed.

8.45AM Try and wrestle Rosie into a clean nappy, then feed and wind her as she fights me like a pissed off rattlesnake.

9.30AM Rosie is fed and clean, and will happily amuse herself while I catch up on Facebook / check phone calender / make a plan for the day / mentally decide what to wear.

9.45AM Rosie is no longer content with examining her hands, and wants Mummy. Play with Rosie, sing songs, play body games and make faces at her, all the while being clawed by baby talons that I am too scared to cut.

10.15AM Rosie is starting to make the whining noise that means she wants sleep. Take her into her own room, put her in the cot. Dummy in, blankets up. Leave and close door.

10.17AM Get underwear on.

10.18AM Rosie is crying. Go back in. Put dummy in, blankets up. Leave and close door.

10.19AM Get jeans on.

10.20AM Rosie is crying. Go back in. Put dummy in, blankets up. Leave and close door.

10.22AM Rosie seems to have gone to sleep. Frantically get dressed, then run downstairs. Check post, tidy living room, feed cats, wash bottles, sterilise bottles, wash pots, clean kitchen sides, throw hoover round living room, sweep kitchen. Go back upstairs and quickly put make up on in so that people don’t ask me if I’m ill.

11.15AM She’s awake. Take her downstairs, sit her in the bumbo and feed her pre prepared puree. Have a coffee as I do this. Great, now I’m starving.

11.35AM Make some toast for me, change Rosie’s bum as it’s morning poo time. Foot gets in poo, foot manages to rub poo on opposite leg. Clean up all poo and then fail to get a nappy under her in time and she pees on the settee. Clean settee. Put Rosie in bouncer. Wash hands. Toast is cold and burnt, eat it anyway.

12.15PM Grab clothes for Rosie. Get everything together in changing bag, including at least one change of outfit for when she’s inevitably sick.

12.30PM Dress Rosie. She’s a contortionist with the vocal volume of a police siren.

12.45PM Wrap Rosie in a sling, head out of the door. Get halfway up the street before I realise I’ve forgotten something vital. Go back and get it. Now I’m late.

1.10PM Meet friend ten minutes late. Rosie asleep in sling. Go to cafe. Order a large cinnamon latte and a panini. This is going to be delicious. 

1.25PM Food arrives. Rosie wakes up. Start slow dancing round cafe holding dummy in her mouth while everyone looks at me.

1.30PM Rosie now making lots of noise. Food and coffee going cold. Friends baby is all quiet and content. Rosie is trying to communicate with Aliens. Wind her in desperation and she does a burp that sounds like a full grown man did it. Now she’s hungry.

1.35PM Feed Rosie still in the sling as I attempt to eat dinner and drink lukewarm coffee.

1.45PM Wind her in the sling. She’s sick when she burps and it goes down my top and in my bra. Attempt to clean us both.

1.50PM She settles and allows me to chat with friend, whose baby is still quiet and content.

2.10PM Leave cafe with friend and walk into town. Go to the Pound Shop and stock up on cheap bargains. Many people cooing over cute baby asleep in sling. Drunk or crazy woman outside pound shop tries to put hands on Rosie in the sling, touches my boob instead. Answer questions politely and then run away when she’s not looking.

2.45PM Browse some of the nicer shops and look at all the pretty things I can no longer afford because I decided to stay home and be vomited on, rather than earn a living in a respected profession.

3.00PM Rosie wakes. Now her teeth are hurting, and she’s shoving her hands in her mouth and cawing. Stop everything and rummage in overflowing changing bag for teething gel. Find teething gel. It’s not teething gel, it’s hand cream. Rummage again and find teething gel. Rosie screeching now. Get dirty look off old woman who has probably never seen a wrap before, and most likely thinks I’m torturing my child. Get teething gel on dummy and put it in mouth. Rosie sucks all gel off dummy, then spits it on the floor and sticks hands in mouth again. She’s quieter though now, so there’s that.

3.20PM Resume browsing.

3.23PM Rosie has decided she wants a dummy. Rummage in bag, find spare. Put dummy in mouth. Catch up to friend.

3.25PM Rosie spits dummy on floor. Pick it up and put it in bag. Friends baby is happily in sling, smiling at passers by. Rosie is attempting to claw her way out.

3.27PM Rosie wants dummy again. Brief internal battle about germs, then decide to wipe dummy with a baby wipe and give it to her. She goes to sleep, success!

3.40PM Say good bye to friend, and walk home. Creepy Turkish guy in the barbershop waves and smiles.

3.50PM Arrive home, and dismount Rosie. She wakes up the instant she’s out, and starts singing the song of her people.

4.00PM Feed, wind and change Rosie. Strip her clothes off because she’s got sick everywhere. Realise I’ve got sick on me too. Change top.

4.25PM Put Rosie in bouncer.

4.26PM Rosie doesn’t want to be in bouncer. Put her on settee with me and play with her.

5.00PM Rosie is content playing with her teether. Take a minute to myself, check Facebook, go to the toilet.

5.20PM Play with Rosie some more. Encourage her standing and her sitting. Marvel at how cute she is.

5.45PM Rosie starts getting more vocal again. Get puree out of freezer and defrost it.

5.50PM Put Rosie in bumbo ready for food. She is not impressed.

5.53PM Put Rosie in bouncer for food, as she has decided that the bumbo is clearly the work of the devil.

5.58PM Feed Rosie purees. She sneezes with a mouthful of it and sprays her, me, the cat and the bouncer with partially gummed blended pear.

6.25PM Clean Rosie up and give her her toys. She’s happy in bouncer. For now. We watch the Simpsons.

7.00PM She’s nodding off. Turn vibrate on, put dummy in and pull blankets up. She goes to sleep, success!

7.10PM Clear all crap off coffee table. Go into kitchen. Clean sides, feed cats, look in freezer, look in fridge, look in cupboard. Think about what to make for tea.

7.30PM Clean cat litter. Nearly fall down stairs with very full bag of used cat litter. Take it out to bins.

7.45PM Decide to do fish and chips for tea. Start chipping potatoes. Get oven on.

8.00PM Husband phones to say he’s on his way home.

8.20PM Husband arrives home. Threaten him with dismemberment if he wakes Rosie.

8.30PM Eat tea, very quietly, in the living room. Defend tea from marauding cats. Watch Criminal Minds.

9.00PM I get in bath. While I’m there, husband has to give Rosie her Lanzaprazole. This involves boiling 0.5L of water, waiting for it to cool, drawing up 15ML with a syringe, mixing it with one tablet, letting it dissolve, then drawing up 8.8ML in a syringe and very carefully getting her to swallow it while she sleeps.

9.30PM I get out of bath. Clean bath out, start running a fresh one. With towel wrapped round me I get two towels, a nappy, a baby grow, and coconut oil and lay them on our bed. Check bath.

9.40PM Husband fetches Rosie up. I get back in bath, husband fetches her in and puts her in with me. He runs downstairs and prepares a feed.

9.42PM Rosie enjoys bath.

9.50PM Rosie no longer enjoys bath. Starts screeching. Noise echoes off tiles and causes me to have industrial deafness. Husband ignores it, he’s watching the end of NCIS.

9.53PM Shout husband to come and get her. He comes begrudgingly.

9.58PM I follow Rosie and husband into bedroom. We get her nappy on, cover her in coconut oil and dress her with the speed of an F1 pit team. She hates the world and is screaming again.

10.05PM Husband gives Rosie her bottle. I cover myself in coconut oil as I’m now dryer than the Sahara.

10.30PM Rosie is fed and winded. Husband and I talk and play with her in our bed. She does her ‘smiles for Daddy’ trick and then tries to rip his chest hair out.

11.00PM Husband and Rosie both tired. I take Rosie, put her in her gro-bag in crib, blankets up by her face, dummy in, and turn lullaby/nightlight on. Husband can see to himself.

11.10PM Lullaby/nightlight has turned itself off. Rosie starts complaining. She’s spat dummy out and flapped about. Get out of bed. Put blankets up by her face, dummy in, and turn lullaby/nightlight on.

11.20PM Rosie asleep, husband asleep, me wide awake. Can’t sleep. Browse Facebook and the Internet. While browsing the Internet remember I have no idea whether I can freeze pureed banana.

11.30PM Still not sure if I can freeze pureed banana. Look up other puree recipes for weaning. Fall down Internet rabbit hole.

12.05AM Realise what time it is. Put phone down, try and sleep. Still not comfy.

12.50AM Finally, finally, go sleep, where I have nightmares about pureed banana and suitcases.

And that’s it. That’s a typical day. What does yours look like?

Luceo Non Uro – Review

I’m a very lucky lady. My husband, ever supportive of my interests, went ahead and bought me a beautiful Joy and Joe Luceo Non Uro for Christmas. I know, it’s October, but after years of panic buying on Christmas Eve, he wanted to be ahead for once.

With it being the first time I’ve ever had a brand new wrap, I decided that a review would be in order.

To start, although there was some confusion on the website (it appeared as though LNU was a preorder, but it has already been released) I have to say the response on the Facebook page was very fast and helpful. They were happy to answer my questions, and I was pleased to see that they were nice and friendly with it. I like good customer service; it definitely helps improve your opinion of a company. Delivery was via MyHermes, and took just less than a week. Another point in Joy and Joe’s favour, as MyHermes are generally a nice company to deal with.

The wrap itself arrived in good packaging, with a little mystery package as well!


Inner packaging, with mysterious extra package.

I was very please to discover that the mini package contained English Breakfast Tea and Biscuits – another positive. I like little added extras, and I’m enjoying them as we speak!


Inside the inner packaging was firstly a tote bag, shown here:


There was also a user guide, with instructions for how to do a few different carries, and a leaflet from the BCIA about TICKS and safety guidelines.


And then, of course, onto the wrap itself. My husband selected the forest green colourway, and it’s beautiful. It’s a lighter green than I expected, but it’s very very nice. The detailing in the stag’s head is exquisite, the design is stunning, and it has overall a rather shimmery effect.


First side


Second side

The middle markers are at the top and bottom, and the sewing overall is perfection. I inspected it at length and could not find a single nub, slub or weavers knot.

Luceo Non Uro is a cotton/linen blend, and my previous experience with blends led to me anticipate something fairly thick and stiff, that I would need to break into submission. I was very pleasantly surprised to find that straight out of the bag, LNU felt thick, soft and pliable, and I was keen to start immediately!

I took it out the following day, initially in a ruck tied tibetan, and found that it wrapped very well. Despite its softness and shimmer, it was grippy and felt supportive. It measures 68cm in width, meaning that there is plenty there to make a good seat and keep baby well wrapped.


We got very admiring looks in the cafe!

After Rosie had fed, again it was very easy to get her in a FWCC. The wrap again was easy to use, which was a good thing as we had most of the cafe watching us! We had a little walk into town afterwards and were able to get the following photos:



Here you can see some of the beautiful design:


It’s just gorgeous. It was absolutely love at first wrap and I’ll happily buy from Joy and Joe again.

Before I wrap this up (pun definitely intended) I’d like to add a little information about the name. Luceo Non Uro means ‘I shine, not burn.’ This is the motto of the Mackenzie clan of Scotland, and has been since 1605 when the head of the clan fell in love with a woman from the clan McLeod. Their love brought the two clans together and changed the motto and the crest forever. Luceo Non Uro means to not allow yourself to be consumed by all the negativity and evil in the world, but instead to rise above and let your love and kindness shine out for all to see. I absolutely adore this, and I’m going to teach my little Rosie to shine, not burn.