paterns stories

How to dress yourself and your baby while babywearing?

My adventure with babywearing was short, only 4 months. I was overcome by… heat. I was unable to walk with my son tied to me when the temperature was above 25 degrees. I was very sweaty. He was too. And it is known how sweating + cotton clothes + air conditioning ends. A cold.

So I was done with babywearing. When the temperatures dropped my son had better things to do. He learned to sit and, he no longer wanted to spend his days hugging with his mother.

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When you travel outside of your comfort zone, you better be well prepared. Well enough so that nothing surprises you, and if it does then you can just shrug and take it in stride. In such situations what really counts are convenient solutions, minimalism, light equipment, and reliable items. When I wonder "what is the best clothing for travel?" the answer is simple: merino wool travel clothing.

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If we subtract yeast, eggs, milk and butter from the classic apple pancakes recipe, then basically all we are left with are the apples... and the inevitable joy that accompanies eating something delicious and healthy, of course. Vegan apple pancakes without yeast but with crunchy almonds may be a delicious and healthy dinner for the whole family, afternoon tea for kids or an adult dessert to go with your coffee.

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I wanted an older brother! I really dreamed about having a wise, patient, strong, older partner in fun. Someone who will give me a boost when I can't reach the shelf, or when the playground climber is too tall. Someone who will step in and have a word or two with the larger children in kindergarten, those who took my crayons, the ones I needed the most... And so I told my mom that my new sibling must be older, because having a younger one does not make sense and seems like a bother... But my mother insisted that it can not be older and it will be fun and it will be tiny and cute and so on.

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Well, we went on vacation. A family trip, just the little one, Maciej and me. The cats were left under the watchful care of my sister. And so, with joy in our hearts and smiles on our lips we packed our car and set off. After about thirty minutes we finally got out of our neighborhood, now only four more and in an hour or so we should reach the highway. From there, only five hours of driving and we will be at the seaside. Oh well, with our positive attitude and record level of desperate longing for free and lazy days, nothing will be able to spoil our vacation, be it traffic jams or terrible roads, even if they have more holes than asphalt. ;-)

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There are certain people in this world who dream about moving to the countryside, away from the city, the hustle and bustle. Many of them will never do it for various reasons and the dream will simply remain a dream forever. Others will take the plunge, they will live in the country for some time and then they will realize that it’s not for them because the reality of country life is not what they dreamed about and they will return to their old life. Then there are those who will fulfill their dreams and become country folk for better or worse, they will put down roots in their newly adopted homeland, and will live there for the rest of their lives. If fate spares us from some unforeseen occurrences, I dare say that we belong to the latter group. However, it was not easy, there were some incidents on the way and today I would like to tell you all about them.

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A lot has happened recently, from personal turmoil, a complete change of lifestyle, to finding a new job and moving. That's why at the end of July I happily hopped into my friends' car and during the next 40 hours of travel I felt more and more relief and inner emptiness. As if all the fatigue and anxiety filling me for the last few months were now left far behind. I did not know at the time what would take their place...

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To be honest, I must admit that this blog post was inspired by facebook, or to be more specific, the profile of a gentleman who often writes about and promotes all the goings on in the Beskid Niski mountain range, where I am honored to currently reside. This time he wrote about a certain condition many suffer from, including myself and a lot of you reading this, I am sure. We’re talking about an addiction to mushrooming. When the time of year comes when mushrooms start popping up, the afflicted begin to behave irrationally. Personally, I can be found looking for mushrooms up to three times a day. No…  it’s not because I have that much free time. Yes… I am neglecting my many other duties and chores. No… I have no remorse… Yes… I like my addiction and no, I’m not going to fight it.

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