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This is my very first entry on my first blog… I’ve been toying with the idea for a few months now and couldn’t decide if it was simply a way for me to procrastinate a little longer over the things i really must be doing with my life or if it was actually a worthwhile experience in expanding my life, only time (and many procrastinated hours later) will tell.

Over the past year or so  i will admit that i feel like i have slipped a little. Although i have undertaken what could possibly be called one of life’s biggest challenges – motherhood – i have also become blissfully unaware of life outside my glorious little bubble of existence. I used to live my life on the very outskirts of my bubble, demanding admittance to the bubbles of others and frequently bursting the bubbles of those that had become trapped and seemingly listless. Now i understand that sometimes people are actually happy within their bubbles. These things take time, patience and care to build. They often contain what we find most valuable and fragile within our lives and i think people become scared to explore further or share what’s in their bubble for fear of bursting.

Don’t get me wrong, i’m not complaining, i love my little bubble with all my heart and soul. Within it is a mix of family, friends, a one year old boy, a wonderful husband, many cooking adventures.  Its taken much time and energy to prepare and create this safe and beautiful oasis and i have reveled in it for many months now and whilst i do not wish to burst my bubble i do wish to expand it, invite people in and also pop in and out a bit more.

It sickens me to admit it, but husband and I are a perfect pair, each making up for the others shortcomings. He is my rock and i am his rocky-road, he is the bread and i am the milk. Together we compliment each other and with our new addition we make a not-so-neat little tripod. Our son is a great big ball of active and alert energy. He is certainly not, and nor has he ever been, the lay down, chill out, eat & sleep kind of baby i had envisaged. He is however an absolute delight, but who doesn’t say that about their own children, and i can honestly say that i have not missed a moment of his first year. I can honestly say that because i am quite sure i was awake for most of it. Although it was hard, it was also amazing and he has taught me a lot about my about myself, i would not trade it for anything…except maybe eight hours of uninterrupted sleep…

Retrospectively i suppose the blog could have been titled Milk, Bread & Eggs to include our son and any other additions we make to our family in the future, but to me the phrase “Milk&Bread” says all i need it to. It represents the basics of family life, the joys of feeding a baby, the delights of cooking a meal and the so-called “bringing home the bacon”! Its tradition vs new age philosophy. It questions the common gender stereotypes and the boundaries (if any) of femininity and it’s all tested by someone who has always considered herself kind of a feminist and who is now a stay at home.

…thus represents my bubble, my wonderful little bubble that will expand more and more each day with new adventures in family life, cooking, teaching, working and hopefully much, much more.

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