Dairy Free Granola bars 

Recently I’ve been forking out a bucket load of cash on dairy free & gluten free breakfast bars. It’s been the easiest go to for me in the mornings when I’m not hungry but I need to power eat for energy while breast feeding. 

Needing to be 100% dairy free for bubs reflux issues has proved challenging for on the go snacks. 

I whipped these up in under 10 mins, aside from been quick and easy to make they taste amazing and I know it won’t upset bubs tummy. 

  • 1 1/3 cup Oats
  • 1/2 cup Coconut shredded/ flakes
  • 1 cup Fruit, Seed and Nuts mix
  • 1/2 cup Honey
  • 1/2 cup Peanut butter (100% peanuts)
  • 1 1/2 tsp Vanilla extract 
  • 1/2 tbs Linseed meal

Mix all dry ingredients into a big bowl, 

Take nuts out of fruit, seed & nut mix and crush if needed then place back in with dry ingredients. 


In a separate bowl mix wet ingredients together.

Combine wet ingredients into dry ingredients and mix well with hands, there should be no dry bits in the mixture (add extra oats if too wet)


Line baking paper in your favourite shallow baking dish, or spray with coconut oil. 

Use the back of a wooden spoon to flatten mixture evenly across pan.


Place in the middle of oven for 20 mins at 160 degrees for fan forced or until oats are looking golden brown. 

Allow to cool completely before cutting into squares. Cling wrap squares and keep in the fridge.


Don’t do what I did and smash 4 squares into your mouth as soon as they are made, these a one a day granola bars, too many in one go is a bit rich- it was super yummy though! 

Swaddling 

Swaddling is not easy, it’s not just making a cute baby burrito, it’s more like wrestling a bag of squirrels. 

There are several ways to swaddle, all of them can be found on YouTube with clear instructions on how to do it. I found the best way for me and bubs was to buy a LOVE To Dream swaddle, stops bubs from doing the Houdini out of the swaddle, stops him from smacking himself in the face and waking himself up, plus when they start to want to suck on their hands constantly they still can. All big ticks for my needs. 

Now popping bubs in his swaddle is like a sleep cue, this is what happens before sleep time. He’s swaddled, popped on the boob while mummy reads him a story, a decent burping, then into bed. 

When this perfect scenario fails (most nights) we bop, sing and soothe till he hits snooze town, then it’s Harrison Ford time – see previous post. 

Every tubby bubby is different, some will love been wrapped up, some want arms out & up, others won’t like it at all. Thankfully it’ll only test your patience till they can adequately roll from front to back and back to front, about 4-5 months.

We are somewhere in between with arms up, swaddled tight and rolling over no where in sight. Thank god for my Love to Dream swaddle, at least I can get a 2 -4 hour stint of sleep most nights. 

Change table 

Have your change table 100% stocked at all times, don’t ever think I’ll do the refill of wipes, nappies, spit up towels later- it won’t happen and you’ll be up shit creek, literally.

Buy in bulk your wipes & nappies and do it often, always buy a box of nappies when your supply is half full, better to have an abundance then none. 

Nappy bags are not for single use, you can shove 3-4 bad boy nappies in those nifty suckers. 

Essential items for the change table:

  • Nappies 
  • Wipes
  • Sudo cream
  • Nappy bags
  • Nappy bin 
  • Spit up cloth squares
  • Cloth nappy (the big square terry towel) this goes ontop of the change table and is washed daily- change table cover washed weekly. 
  • A toy for when Bub discovers their hands can reach their bits and smere poop on themselves – your welcome.
  • Hand sanitizer 
  • A change of clothes 

I was not prepared for how often or how much I get peed on daily at the change table. I guess I’m just not quick enough at dodging the fountain that has coated my walls, floors and even made a splash in the kitchen sink! 

You’ll laugh though, every time, at the high pitch squeal you’ll make when you realise it’s happening, at the sailor worthy comments you make as you survey the mess to be cleaned but mostly at the angelic, happy to see your reaction little cherubs face staring back up at you- it’s utter perfection. 

Remember the Fur baby

Oh my goodness how I humanised my dog is beyond me but I guess I have a lot of people saying, “I told you so!” about now! -especially hubby 😫

She was a puppy, she needed love, my undying love that meant she could sleep on our bed, sit on the couch and eat scrapes in the kitchen… 

Now that little lord is here she is outside, never on the couch, not even allowed up stairs and in the kitchen…you’re kidding right? 

Walked rarely, told off for barking, no more long cuddles sessions on the couch,  fed 4 hours later than her usual scheduale because of her new BFF the newborn. 

However, she is happier with her new found boundaries, more obident (I guess food really does reward behaviour) but she misses her cuddles and kisses, I’ve got to make time for her amongst the endless tasks of the day. 

She’s so supportive she even got a phantom pregnancy belly when I was up the duff, could have been the waddle walks weren’t enough for her but she was there getting tubby with me. 

Now I’m the aloof mummy tree holding her BFF that doesn’t talk to her because I’m scared I’ll wake the baby… I havnt forgotten you fur baby! 

Pet guilt is just as real as mummy guilt and is to be acknowledged that they are adjusting to this new life too.

She’s never been more protective, caucious of her playful movements not to come to close and always needs to sniff out where Bub & I have been to make sure we are safely back in her protective realm. 

She stressed so much when she went to my parents while we welcomed little lord, she howled and dug holes while looking for us constantly…her fretting was harming her doggy soul, it was decided she come home to be around us while we were in hospital every day so she could be in her familiar environment. However our leaving at 5am and returning at 8pm was still causing her lonely howls and fretting. Thankfully she braved it out each day and would great us with doggy love that is unmatched in this world. 

She knew we were struggling coming home without her new BFF and gave us love when we were down, she smelt his dirty clothes we brought home with us  everyday and sniffed me constantly searching for that extra heart beat she had become so familiar with. 

Now 4 months on she takes our busyness in her long stride, she knows there’s extra treats due to our pet guilt  which she is totally milking but we don’t mind a bit. Her patience now will be rewarded soon as her BFF grows everyday to smother her with pats, and “woof woofs” and long park walks and play dates…

Hang in there Fur baby, you’re doing amazing & we love you! 

Ninja time

Ahhh my little lord & master needs sleep but he will only sleep in my arms hanging off my left shoulder as I walk laps about the house. Shoulder dependency is this a thing? Will I have to worry about weaning him off? 

Once he hits snooze town I have to continue the swaying, bopping, hopping motion for a good 15 minutes, or he opens one little eye to check I’m still working and it’s game over, start again 🙄

However once I get the snuggle bug in a deep sleep its transition time to the cot, just like the opening scene of raiders of the lost ark, I’m Harrison Ford switching the bag of sand with the totem as I lay my bundle down on the mattress. Hoping not to bring all the hard work undone. Then as all mums do I turn into ninja stealth mode of retracing my steps out of the room before his sleep dazed eyes peak open and realise he’s no longer hanging from his favourite mummy tree…

I’m hungry read hangry and tired needing the loo while I softly ballet dance moves out of the room. This is hard work! After all this you come to realise you only have 20 mins left as he was asleep for 20mins in your arms the sleep cycle is almost up, and you know it’s going to be a cat nap not a 3 hour sleep. Quick! Brush your teeth, go to the loo, shove the dairy free whatever resembles food into your mouth and then….he’s awake and the playing, singing, swaying starts again. 

It’s worth the BO, sour milk smell and sweat (& tears) when you see their little face light up and smile at you as they wake doing man size fluffies. 

Ahhh the LOVE is real 😍