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While at the clothes swap I had to abandon the sweet bear to allow myself two hands for hoarding free clothes (priorities ladies!). At one stage I’d left my bear on the other side of what was an epic clothes pile – poor Theo was craning his head to see me and getting rather upset that his mother had left him to be stolen amongst the clothes. A few mothers tried to claim him as their own but it would seem he only has eyes for me.

  1. gravatar for Stacey Stacey

    Love how that woman’s hand is heading towards little Theo! :) hee hee!! Gosh that little one loves you! You can see it in his eyes!!

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  2. gravatar for Sara Sara

    Hi! I read / enjoy quite often you 365 project, and I couldn’t resist to congratulate you for having these wonderful family :)
    You looks like such a good mom! thank you very much for sharing it! it’s absolutely lovely!!

    I just had to tell you!

    greeting for all of you from Barcelona, Spain!

    Sara

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    • gravatar for Georgia Georgia

      @Sara, Hi Sara! Thank you so much for taking the time to leave me a comment. I am really glad you are enjoying our 365 project all the way over in Spain, gracias! xx

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community

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Today we had a clothes swap at the park down the road. I was pretty excited to off load all my unwanted clothes and equally excited to nab something new. While the mothers were distracted sorting through masses of clothing – the cheeky Peach had realised crackers and hommus were sitting unattended at the table. As I snapped this photo of her stealing snacks she was completely and utterly engrossed in her thoughts. I said “Hey Priya, what are you eating?” and she didn’t even break her gaze, just continued on munching while lost in her thoughts.

Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about belonging and community. Errol and I have jokingly suggested to several of our friends that we should move away and start a commune. Except… we’re only half joking (seriously guys y/n? can we go?). As we venture further into our experience as a young family it’s becoming increasingly clear that we were not designed to do this alone. They tell me it takes a village to raise a child and I keep wanting ask “but where is our village?!”. When I spend most days at home with the sweet two while Errol is at work; I try my darndest to get through some housework while Peach creates more mess in the next room and I long for a family across the street where I could send my babies while I finish off the housework. I long for little playmates for Priya. I long for mothers to bounce off daily. I long for a huge pot of soup being worked on by many. I long for evenings with friends, food and laughter. I long for a sense of community instead of isolation. As the houses get bigger, the yards get smaller and the fences get higher, surely I am not the only one who feels like this?

Today though as I sat in a circle with so many of my lovely friends nursing our babies, watching our toddlers play together and bouncing a friends baby while she ran back to her car, I felt such a sense of belonging. Surrounded by so many women, of varying ages, of diverse walks in life and of differing outlooks, I felt at home.

  1. gravatar for Rebecka Rebecka

    Oh Georgia, you speak from my heart. Stole the words right from my lips. This is my biggest concern with parenting these days- we live in such a world of horrible news headlines and stranger danger and yet, it does take a village to raise a child. It’s not biologically normal for us to do this on our own. I know this, we ALL know this, and yet, on the day when you’re about to lose it and just want some help, where is your village? I don’t even know how to find one!!
    One of your other commenters described it as a feeling of homesickness, and it is. What I mean by that is, when I was a teenager, I witnessed strong aging women who would get together regularly and make pots of soup and bread, boil homemade teas and herbs, drink wine from mismatched goblets, and speak from their heart. I was invited to a few of these and wept as much as I laughed- there was so much honesty and truth and strength in the room. I kept thinking to myself- “This. I want to be like this when I’m a woman.” So here I am. All the ladies moved away and so did I. How do you find a community when the closest place you can think to look is organized activity?
    It always blows me away how quickly Iris makes friends. Just plunk her down in any old place and she’s instantly best friends with old people, young people, dogs, shopkeepers. How do they get that confidence? I want nothing more than to break down in public and say, “I THINK YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL, PLEASE COME KNOCKING AND MAKE A MESS WITH ME IN MY KITCHEN!” but we’re all so busy, it seems. For me, making a real life, in the flesh, glorified mama friend is the most crucial thing my life is lacking, and it’s also showing itself to be the most difficult thing to attain yet.
    Georgia, can you please please please move here and live on a big farm with me making babies and eating nourishing food and laughing too loud and watching out for the other’s children so we can finally get the floor swept? Please?

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      @Rebecka, Ah Rebecka, sweet Rebecka. I often wonder why an ocean divides me from so many a kindred spirit. How I wish we could somehow transplant our lives into some happy medium and create a little utopia of strong women, delicious food and afternoons of craft and laughter.

      I too wish we could make friends like the little ones do. I’ve been trying to be more like Peach in friend-making but apparently people find it creepy on grown-ups :P

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  2. gravatar for Johanna Johanna

    You speak my thoughts, sister.

    On the other hand, I do also like my privacy and being-alone. Tough one.

    But you are right – the fences do grow higher. Especially in a big city like mine.

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      @Johanna, In my dream society – we’d have our own houses with adjoining backyards or similar. That way, at the end of the day you can go snuggle with your own and only have someone else there if you choose to. I do like to wind down and be alone – or able to roam the house in my underwear so I understand that!

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  3. gravatar for Erroldo Erroldo

    @Georgia,

    What a perfect start to our ‘utopian’ society. We have a power struggle already.

    Seriously though we are working on it Madz.. To live a simple life these days one has to earn enough money to buy into and maintain said simple life (in Australia anyway). Our bus adventure was close to it but it was not to be. Well if anyone else has any ideas please do share :p I’m feeling homesick too :(

    P.S. And as Alpha male I am the Sovereign King Ninja person so there!

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    @Marije, I think that we’re onto something here. I don’t think the urge to go ‘tribal’ is very far below the surface!

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    @Madz, No Madeleine. You may not be the leader. I am. It’s too late. I already claimed it in my imagination.

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Ekka

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At the Ekka this afternoon Theo was fascinated with all the twinkling lights and his dada’s kebab. The lights were out of reach but  he did manage to grab a fistful of kebab. Ah dear. Luckily he’s 6 months old in two days.

  1. gravatar for zali.bee zali.bee

    Oh georgia!
    you always seem to make me smile whenever you do a blogpost!

    I love your blog!

    xoxoxoxo zali.bee

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  2. gravatar for Jessica Jessica

    I Just LOVE carnival photos! They are so much fun.

    And errol is such a lovely dad. gosh you guys.

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      @Jessica, Sadly we didn’t take enough carnival shots. I was very tired and we didn’t even go very far into side show alley :( Errol IS a lovely dad. Your husband is a lovely godfather. Ergo, he shall be a lovely dad. gosh YOU guys.

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Pony

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Errol has been working at the Ekka for the last week. Today he surprised us by telling me to meet him in the Valley and taking us to the Ekka. This was surprising as he’d previously told us we shouldn’t go as he didn’t want us catching the flu from the masses. Apparently the flu can get stuffed – it was a lovely afternoon. We decided Priya should be allowed one ride and what better show ride than a pony? Errol said that while he was walking around with her she made the ‘tock, tock’ horse noises with her tongue. I was behind the barrier and she kept looking over and smiling at me as if to say “I AM ON A HORSE!”. When questioned later in the day if she rode a horse she looked at me as if I was ridiculous and said “Pony. I went on da pony!”.

  1. gravatar for zali.bee zali.bee

    Oh g! she is so cute! I love her expression!
    it is like ” look at me! I am on da pony!” how did yo control her at the EKKA??

    aaaah! Sweet ekka!

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      @robin, Nah, it’s like…. a town show? It’s called the Royal Queensland Show and they have all the animal shows, the craft, the food, the rides etc.

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  2. gravatar for Jessica Jessica

    Look at your man. Now look back to me…

    I’m on a horse.

    I love the glee on her little face.

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satisfaction

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I love that when Theo is done nursing he pulls off and his face is pure happiness and satisfaction. These sweet little moments are perfection.

  1. gravatar for Cara Cara

    Awwww. I love it when babies are satisfied and happy with coming off the boob. I also love when they pop off mid-feed, smile up at you and then pop themselves on again.

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      @Cara, Oh yes, I love that mid-feed smile too. So sweet. Ah, I am going to miss it when my babies grow up and stop nursing :(

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