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My strongest childhood memories come from the kitchen

I remember jumping off the school bus and running down the hill, keen to see if my mother was home from work. We would come crashing through the door and if we were lucky, Mum would be at the kitchen bench, dropping dobs of butter onto a hot fry pan, a bowl of pikelet batter at hand. We would eat them as fast as she brought them out, dripping with butter and jam.

I remember my mother making roast dinners. She would turn the vegetables in the fry pan, always grumbling and swearing that they weren’t like her mothers. We would sit down and say grace before she would inevitably apologise for the meal she placed before us. We would protest “No!” and my father would say “every mouthful is a taste sensation!“.

I remember standing on a chair next to my mother while she made scones. We would hang around like seagulls hoping to be handed a fluffy off-cut. I remember eating too much and having a tummy ache I would never admit to.

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I remember my mother taking out her frustration on a ball of pastry. It was thrown across the room, where it hit the wall and slid into the unsuspecting heater below. She still hates making pastry.

I remember my father cooking meals while my mother worked. He rotated between lamb chops or sausages and vegetables, sausage and onion gravy and tomato savoury. Dad had his repertoire down to a fine art.

I also remember my father making his own special muesli. He would bring out the large silver soup pot and fill it with toasted muesli, bran, sultanas and a range of other ‘secret’ ingredients. He would mix it using his big hands, his whole arm would sink into the pot. I’m not sure if he made it because he liked it or if it was a good way to save money feeding a family of seven. Either way, I liked it.

I remember sitting down to breakfast. I would sit at the left hand of my father and watch in awe as he ate THREE wheat biscuits – THREE! And in the evening he would point at the wall and say in surprise, “What’s that?” I would look and while my back was turned he would slip one of his brussell sprouts onto my plate, “No, Dad!

I remember being allowed to cook. I would make bolognese like a witches brew, adding odd combinations of herbs and shaking out empty sauce bottles, any sauce would do. I would cook enough salty, clumpy spaghetti to feed an army but no one seemed to complain.

I remember using the dining table to do craft and play games while Mum cooked. I remember turning it into a tent and running around it at 100 mile an hour to get away from my sister who was going to thump me.

Now I’m making my own family memories in the kitchen. My baby sits in a bouncer on the bench and watches me cook. My little boy peels carrots, chops beans with a butter knife, mashes banana for banana bread and buzzes around like a blowfly looking for a beater to lick.

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Linking up With Some Grace for #FYBF.

Winter has almost passed in Australia and the Spring is beginning to, well, Spring! It has been a lovely time for us, settling in the newest member of our family. He is my second Winter baby. Winter babies are wonderful, you can wrap them tight and snuggle them in.

Cooler days we’ve spent inside, playing with cars, blocks and books. On sunshine days we’ve been in the garden, picking pumpkins, tomatoes, spring onions, lemons and winter flowers. We’ve even been on an adventure or two.

I’m looking forward to warmer days, trips to the beach and the family property. With a baby on the scene, I’ll have the camera out and I’ll be snapping away, because these years are passing too quickly.

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Winter 2014 4I’m linking up with Milk Please Mum for the Year of Motherhood Link Up.

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Introduce yourself and your family

My name’s Hayley Sansom, I’m 25 years old and 33 weeks pregnant with my second baby.

I’ve got an hilarious, bright, gorgeous two and a half year old girl, Eva who is super excited to be a big sister and of course my husband Steve, who is 28 and we are currently missing terribly as he is a fly in – fly out worker.

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Hayley and beautiful Eva

You’re a working mother, what do you and why do you do it?

I always knew I wanted to be a journalist. I’ve been a storyteller my whole life and  I am slightly addicted to news and current affairs so it was an obvious career choice. It can be a thankless, hard job sometimes but working on a smaller community newspaper definitely has more good moments than bad. I do love my job, we’ve got a great relationship with the local community and I’m proud to call myself a journalist. My plan was always to start small and then head to a metropolitan site, but life happens and desires change.

You’re very pregnant! Fill us in on the good, the bad and the ugly.

I am VERY pregnant and I’m feeling every bit of this 33 weeks and four days!

Second time around has been a different experience to my first pregnancy, that’s for sure.
While I breezed through with Eva, for the first 12 weeks with this bub I felt like I had a rotten hangover and no food could satisfy me which lead to me eating EVERYTHING IN SIGHT! I’ll admit, I’m feeling fantastic now and yet still eating everything in sight but that’s another matter.

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Hayley’s desk at work. Clearly getting all five food groups.

I really DO love being pregnant but second time around, along with the sickness (which is nothing compared to what some people endure), I’ve also suffered with severe back pain.
Thankfully a referral to a physio has really helped and things are feeling much better now.

While I’m enjoying sharing this journey with Eva and watching her react to a kick or a roll that she can see, or talk about names or what games she can play with the baby when it’s here, at the same time there’s an overriding sense of guilt that she won’t be my only baby anymore – silly I know, but heart breaking at the same time because she is all I’ve ever known and I feel guilty that it will no longer just be us.

Has your second pregnancy been different to your first? If so, in what ways?

This pregnancy is completely different in that it was semi-planned so there was no initial shock like we had with Eva.

Eva was quite a surprise for Steve and I, I was 22 and had the aforementioned career aspirations. We’d been together for five years and I knew (hoped) he would one day be the father of my children, but babies weren’t in our plans just yet. However, I would never, never, never change a thing about how my life is now. She is a ray of sunshine and I’ve learnt more from being Eva’s mum than I ever could have from my career.

What did you learn from your first birth experience that you will take to the next?

My first birth experience was relatively straight forward. I went two weeks over with Eva – she just wasn’t going to come out on her own and I ended up being induced.

I have three bits of advice that I’ve since shared with friends and I know I’ll be looking to them again in about 7 weeks time.

I had a completely drug-free labour with Eva and found that the shower on my lower back, standing and walking around throughout the labour and counting every second of each contraction is what got me through.

To be honest I don’t remember many of the finer details of the birth because I was in another place but I can’t vouch enough for the counting. I knew that each contraction would last about one minute with the pain peaking at 30 seconds, so if I could count through it, once I’d reached 30 then I knew I’d made it and the pain would start to ease – simple I know but it seriously helped me!

How do you feel about becoming a mother for the second time? What joys and challenges do you anticipate?

I am sooooooooo excited to be welcoming another little bundle of joy and I can’t wait to find out if it’s a boy or a girl and what/who it’s going to look like.

I’m apprehensive about the early days though, the sleepless nights, the worries (SIDS scares the hell out of me), and how I’m going to handle it all with a toddler in tow and a husband who is away for four weeks at a time. I’m incredibly fortunate to be surrounded by so much family though and I know I’ve got a great support network to call on if need be.

It’s a crazy exciting time and as I did with Eva, and I do with most things in life, I’ll just take it one day at a time and work it out as I go – no pressure! I’ve never been a very stressy person so remaining calm is the key for me, especially in those first few months. I try not to have any expectations – of myself, or the baby – and we’ll all just work it out as it happens.

Everyone keeps saying that second time around you’re so much more relaxed and I’m looking forward to having some experience to work with this time.

Most of all I just want to meet my baby and I especially can’t wait for those precious early moments of seeing Steve hold his baby for the first time and I think I might actually melt when Eva comes to meet her new brother or sister (fingers crossed she’s as excited as I am) oh and that newborn baby smell…. I have been known to inhale stranger’s newborns.

What is your greatest super power as a mother and what does that look like from day to day?

All mums are super heroes, raising humans is hard work. I think my super power would be ‘staying calm’ and never letting anything get too much for me. I don’t like to dwell on things and I don’t like to waste too much energy on things I can’t help or change so I guess just getting on with things, which sometimes takes a super human effort to do.

Thank you Hayley

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