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I LOVE DISINFECTANT…AND BREATHE…

A whole lotta laundry with a house full of 9 people staying and a raging summer sickness bug treating us all to a not-so-friendly visit this week… Ah holiday joy! Our blog is suffering, and so are my carpets.

I will be trying to do a whole lotta this today, in between laundry loads, wiping up sick and dashing to the shops for even more disinfectant wipes/spray/hand gel.

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Earlier this week we danced the rain clouds away and soared up high in an attempt to get closer to the sun, and the FUN.

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Very important business meeting.

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Lucia’s top, too cool for school.

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/Camilla

***WARNING!*** THIS POST CONTAINS PINK. A LOT OF IT!!!

I have read several articles in the media recently about parent bloggers – or so called “pink bloggers” who portray their lives as one big pink bubble of perfection, with not a spot of dust on the floor, beautiful cupcakes at the ready, immaculate children.. You know the type, everything looks perfect.

These bloggers have received a lot of criticism, for choosing to portray, in some people’s opinion, a false picture of what real life actually looks like, and by doing so somewhat exploiting their children. And sure, I tend to agree, life is not just about pretty cupcakes and the latest high end interiors. But would you really want to read about my never ending, overflowing laundry basket? Come on let’s be honest (even though it is a pretty darn good IKEA laundry basket), wouldn’t we all much rather enjoy an oh so yummy little cupcake, preferably neatly wrapped up in a sweet little wrapper with delicious pink icing on top…

Too cute for you? Not real life enough?

Well this – this is real life. And I’m about to go extremely pink on you. So I’d advice you to look away now, if pink is not your thing. I’m serious, look no further. It’s gonna get extremely pink, and there’s a high possibility of it getting pretty mushy too. 20120717-002856.jpg

Can you blame me though? I mean…come on, check her out, she is a.m.a.z.i.n.g.

A beautiful, chubby, pink, little bundle of joy, going for gold in the cuteness factor (she could also win a squishy thighs competition hands down – such a legend!) and this weekend we celebrated her.

A very special day, for our very special girl. There were sparkly shoes, pretty dresses, flowery little purses, pink balloons and bunting, sweet little bunches of flowers, scrumptious food, an impressive cream tea – and pink little cupcakes. Not to mention Sienna’s very handsome coordinated men; A big brother in a pink shirt, Grandfathers with pink ties and shirts, and Daddy himself sporting a pink tie AND pink boxers!

Enjoy!

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So pink bloggers ey? Not all that bad I reckon.

/Camilla

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FINALLY THERE

I know you’ve all been really worried about The Hair Situation. I don’t blame you, I was too.

I went back to the salon today for my third visit. Third time lucky and all that, right? Well, let me just tell you, without any further adieu – It’s ok. Maybe, even better than ok, I think it might even be good. I think I even like it. Oh, go on then, I like it almost, a little bit A LOT. It’s not quite Quinn Fabray, but who was I kidding anyway – I am a few severalyears A LOT older than her.

Weak handshake guy was there. I tried to sneak past him without him noticing me, it was not suspect at all.

After my hairwash, the sweet little, spotty trainee explained she’d just give me a rough blowdry, as the stylist who had redone my highlights had moved on to the next customer. Yeah, that’s fine, I replied. I totally get it guys, I’ve been a right pain in the arse, and you simply can not be wasting another highly qualified blow dryer specialist’s time again. No probs. Untill she started combing my hair with what I can only describe as a horse grooming brush! No joke. The reason I know it was a horse grooming brush is because I used to have one – for my horse. It was totally meant for horses. I recognized it as the exact same one I used to use for my little white pony.

I felt familiar bubbles start rising within me. This time not the unhappy tearful ones, this time laughing out load type of bubbles. Is this normal? To use horse grooming kit in hair salons nowadays? I walked away chuckling to myself, Yeah, yeah, good one guys, I totally get it, I’ve been such an annoying customer.. “Let’s give her the pony grooming brush” hahaa.

Well there you have it – 3rd time lucky, happy with highlights, happy with cut, sent home with damp, horse groomed hair.

/Camilla

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MOTIVATION – and hello old friends! 

Today I reunited with some old friends. It felt good. Why, hello there, old running trainers!

The buzz of finally putting on my running shoes after such a long time sent me sprinting out the door this morning. Woo! I’m off, watch me run like the wind! Morning, grocery store assistant! Morning, Mr.Butcher! Morning shop keeper!

Round the corner, past the church. Early morning weekend workers crossing the road, tired faces, clutching a strong coffee. Not me though! Fresh faced and feeling on top of the world! Thank goodness I’m running so fast, so nobody has time to notice the sleep in my eyes, the breast milk stain on my top, the too tight jogging bottoms and the too short vest that makes me show off a tiny weeny bit too much of a not so trim post natal stomach.

Wooosh! Up the hill, sprinting, round the corner! Ah, this is the life! I can take on anything.. I have taken the first step into getting fitter, back into shape and ready for my first ever marathon next spring! I am literally so pleased with myself, I completely forget that I have not run, or done any exercise for that matter, for a very, very long time. Time to slow down. Steady pace Camilla. No need to get too excited and put yourself off the whole idea before you’ve even got started.
It’s going well though, my mind is alive with creative thoughts, I’m so excited about all the projects I’m going to make a start on today.

Chest is starting to get a bit sore. Legs ache ever so slightly. This is good though, feeling your body working! I smile smugly to myself as I pull my phone out (yup, had to take phone with me, first time I’m leaving Baby S for 20 whole minutes!!). I can’t wait to check the time! Wonder how far I’ve run, how many minutes…

6 minutes.

Maybe I’ll walk a little. I mean, I have JUST had a baby. There’s no need to push myself today. I’ll just walk a little. It makes sense. I want this ”run” to last 20 mins, that’s the goal I set myself earlier this week when I started planning it. A bit of light jogging, a bit of power walking, a lot of breathing in fresh air and enjoying some alone time! Down by the river I pass some ladies power walking and gossiping. This makes me feel better. It’s OK to walk. Boats glide by with teams of rowers out practicing. Man, that looks like hard work.

Jogging again. Oh yeah! This is good! I’ll run to the bridge, then walk along the road, then run the last bit back up to the house. Wouldn’t want Hubby peeking out through the blinds to see me strolling the last bit now would I!

I suppress the urge to check the time on my phone again. My legs are getting tired, but it’s not far now. Come on Camilla, you can do it!! As I run past a shop window I catch a glimpse of myself. Oh!! Is that a bit of flesh around my middle section I can see?? Crikey, what AM I wearing? I can’t remember this top ever being a cropped top??! Well there’s a bit of motivation for ya.. Must run more so I can fit back into my training gear!

Back at the house now. Hurray, I can finally check my phone! I pull it out of my pocket as I knock on the door. Heavy breathing..woo.. Finley gives me a worried look as his Daddy opens the door for me. I only just manage to smile at him, and tell him ”Mamma ran SO fast!”, to stop him worrying. He probably can’t remember ever seeing his Mamma in this state – this ”I’ve just been for a work out” state.
Check the time.

21 mins!

Wooooohooo! Hurray, I did it! I want to do a celebration dance, but instead I collapse on the floor. Smiling. And…breathe!

I’m off! My marathon adventure has started! My get back into shape project has begun! I am so excited!

Now somebody please help me get these trainers off, and run me a hot bubbly bath (on a Sat morning? Why not?), I am k.n.a.c.k.e.r.e.d.

/Camilla ….. aka “Runs like the wind”

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