Of those mothers who make every new poop or fart of their child public knowledge

We were able to nibble on the first real spring day and it immediately makes you crave more. On Sunday, we drove straight to the garden center (together with half of Amsterdam…) and the rooftop terrace is ready for optimal use. With that nice weather, I always get a spontaneous addiction for sunglasses. I must and will find the most extravagant creations to style my outfits with every day. This new piece is from AARI BOSTROEM in collaboration with W Amsterdam. Bring on those sunny days!

Before I became a mother, I always looked longingly at the beautiful ‘The Mom’ sweaters from Prêt à Pregnant, available via the-mom.com. One sweet day, I thought back then. And now I can finally wear one with pride. This limited leopard edition is fresh off the press and it won't be coming off in the coming days. Fun fact: there is also a ‘The Dad’ sweater. Let’s see if I can get Jon to go out as a duo.

Of those mothers who make every new poop or fart of their child public knowledge: I used to find it all a bit exaggerated. But I must honestly admit that I am now one of them too. You are just so proud when that little one takes another step, whether it’s a first roll or a little giggle. Last week, Otis got his first tooth and I immediately shouted it from the rooftops to everyone who wanted to hear it, or not. From pureed goodies to more serious meals and... so also to more serious poopy diapers. My husband suddenly always has to go to the bathroom or is busy on the phone when a diaper change is on the agenda. I don’t necessarily need to announce this development to the world, it seems to me...

Now Jon and I are seriously on our way to becoming ‘fit parents’. Well, we started duo training two weeks ago, but we dove in ‘head first’. We are now in the gym three times a week and I immediately feel a lot fitter and stronger. That so-called ‘addicted’ feeling is starting to come a bit, although I will take it a bit easier with those boxing classes if I don’t want to end up with such battered hands.