It Takes A Village To Raise A Child

Posted on May 22, 2016 by Amy Goller | 0 comments

So many times of late, have I heard this very saying. These last few years have shown me how important having a village around you really is... but what happens if like me, you don't have one? The sad reality is that for many of the people I know, their village is getting smaller and smaller. There are fewer and fewer helping hands around, whether that’s due to family composition, or logistical reasons. Long gone are the days when as a brand new mother, you would have all of your family and friends within reach. When you know all of your neighbours, even the milkman, the postman and the guy down at the local butcher shop. For many of the people that I know, this couldn't be further from reality; I know my own reality is nothing like this at all. 

Raising Children As A Military Wife

My husband is in the military, which means that my little family and I have been moved around quite a bit these last few years. It seems that by the time we begin to feel comfortable and settled, we're shipped off to the next location. Put it this way, my now three year old has been a resident of three separate Australian states before the age of 2. Some of these moves have been welcomed, and some not so much. Never the less, its all part and parcel of the military lifestyle.

Each new location we’ve lived in has given us so many amazing things, but each new location has come with periods of feeling completely unsettled, lonely, and isolated. Throw in a couple of babies and far too many sleepless nights, and it’s something akin to a three-ringed circus. 

Raising A family in the Military Blog

It is now more than ever that I’ve really needed my village, yet so many times I’ve looked around, only to find that my village consists of me, and my husband! We don't have someone to take over night duties, even just for one night, to let us catch up on a little bit of sleep, or someone to come over and help with the cleaning, or the cooking of dinner. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, sisters and brothers, all live so far away, so we don't have those extra sets of hands to scoop up a baby or two and comfort or kiss it better. 

Raising Children in The Military Blog

We are now 12 months post our last cross-country move, which was by far the most difficult for a number of reasons. Yet it was this very same move that has shown me some of the greatest things about my life. It’s funny how out of some of your most difficult times, you have your greatest lessons or revelations. 

This very morning, I have woken after a few horror (read- sleepless) nights in a row, and so desperately needed comfort; I needed a warm hug, and for someone to tell me that it will be ok. I found myself on the phone to one of my amazing besties, and quickly realised that, THIS IS MY VILLAGE! They’re on the other end of the phone, a call or a text message. An email to someone much loved on the other side of the world, the connections and friends made through my blogs and Instagram posts, and I’ve been lucky enough to make a few.

I may not necessarily have many people around me physically, or people there to help me pick up the pieces on a day-to-day basis, but I have one hell of a virtual village. I have a pretty amazing group of people spread pretty far across this glorious country (and the world for that matter), that are willing to help pick me up in whatever way they can, from wherever they are. I have people that just 'get' me. They’re my safe, judgment-free zone. The place I can go to find the support I need, where I can be brutally honest, and learn that I am not alone. Knowing I am not alone in this is key to being able to pick myself up, brush myself off, and keep pushing on. 


So in my darkest hours, when I'm feeling the complete and utter despair that comes with sleep deprivation, or when that inevitable guilt comes drifting in, the guilt that just seems to go hand in hand with this mummy gig, I will know that I'm not alone. I'm not the only delirious tired mother in the world that has a baby that doesn't sleep all night, I'm not the only mother in the world that's had breastfeeding issues, or suffered from some form of post natal depression or anxiety. As I sit here now, I know the incredible group of people that my village consists of. They may not be the people that I would have thought a few years back, in all honesty, I didn’t know all of them a few years back. 

So, to my amazing village spread far and wide, I thank you.

Thank you for your unwavering support over the years, for accepting my crazy, for tolerating my sometimes too honest for my own good stories, and helping me find my way. I don't know how or why I deserve it, but I'm so very glad that I've got it. 

Kirsty xxx

INSTAGRAM: @themummysomniac

Posted in Military Wife, Raising Children While My husband Travels in the Military, Virtual Friendships

The Magic Of Motherhood

Posted on May 16, 2016 by Amy Goller | 0 comments

When I imagined motherhood I pictured it to be this magical place. Where you just lay around with your beautiful baby all day, dress them up in cute little outfits and take pics of them and cook delicious, nutritious meals for the family to enjoy together. 

What Expect when Having Twins Blog

Well that’s pretty much what it was like for me with my first daughter, Miss I. She slept all night, she ate asparagus and other vegetable varieties, people gave her the cutest clothes and I’d dress her up and take her out. We would sometimes lay in bed together and just snuggle until 11am and I would often stay in my PJ’s all day. It was magic in my heart. So much so that when she turned 1 we thought, hey let’s have another one. 

And then something truly ‘magical’ happened- TWINS! Oh my goodness. This was not really part of the plan. To have 3 kids under 2 wasn’t really how I had pictured it going. But here we were. And just like that, the honeymoon was over baby and the magic began to subside!! 

Adding Twins to your family - what to expect Blog 

I read so many twin Mum stories and blogs about being #blessed with double the love, double the cuddles and double the fun. Well, I’m going to be super honest about my experience and say that yes there’s definitely love, but far out it has been double the hard and half the magic for me. I don’t think I’ve ever said anything so controversial or vulnerable out loud in such a public way, but here it is. 

 Having Twins after your first Pregnancy Blog

There’s so much crying. So much mess. So much planning and thinking. So much guilt. So much of yourself given away that it’s hard to see if there’s anything left of ‘me’. And at the end of the day, there is so much love, but the real struggle for me, is to simply be there and enjoy it with one child in their magical moment. That’s what I really miss.

Do you know how rare it is for 3 kids under 2 to all be feeling ‘ok’ at the same time? You may know all too well that it’s pretty rare. One child just wants a magical moment with Mum while the others are doing everything they can to take that magic away for themselves. A constant battle for attention. Crawling all over you, wiping their vegemite fingers on your white t-shirt (white is not a good choice by the way), climbing up on tables, jamming fingers in the drawer, poking you in the eye, begging you for an icy pole or sprinkling their popcorn all over the house like magical little popcorn fairies. 

I’ve been constantly on. I’m constantly being touched. I’m constantly trying to keep one step ahead because it’s more painful and exhausting if I’m not. I’m constantly being the person that is responsible for the lives of these small people who totally hold my entire heart in their hands and I can never switch off from that. I rarely get a moment to myself and yet I’ve never felt more isolated. 

That’s what Motherhood has looked like for me for the last 18 months. A stark contrast to my first 18 months. There have definitely been glimpses of magic in this season of Motherhood for me, but it’s mostly been hard yakka, and I’ve definitely been giving myself a hard time about that. I’m just starting to come out of the fog of it all and wondering, will I ever have that magical feeling about being a Mum again? And I’m very slowly starting to believe the answer is yes.

How having twins affected my life Blog

Steph xx

Instagram: @stephbartraminc


Posted in Motherhhod, Parenthood, Twins


Posted on May 10, 2016 by Amy Goller | 0 comments

 How To Grow Your Business and Gain Exposure with Brand Representatives

I was so thrilled, excited and honoured to be featured on the @mmswithhustle podcast series, talking all things business, how to collaborate and brand reps with the divine Tracy Harris. Im one very HAPPY MUM WITH HUSTLE xx Amy

To find the article you can go to:


Posted in Brand Representatives, My Tiny Wardrobe Press


Posted on May 09, 2016 by Amy Goller | 0 comments

I'm SO excited that our signature blankets were featured and raved about in @kidmagazineau for their latest issue. To read how great they are and why they are our most popular selling blanket, go and have a read and be quick to buy one for a pregnant friend or new mum.

My Tiny Wardrobe and Kids Magazine Feature Article

Our Organic Signature Blankets come in 5 different colours and are gorgeous!

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DONE & DUSTED - 3 Babies under 4 before 30!

Posted on May 05, 2016 by Amy Goller | 0 comments

Before we had step children

When I found out we were expecting Olivia there was a wave of mixed emotions. We had been engaged for 6 months and life was amazing!!! We were happy plodding along not even planning the wedding just enjoying being engaged. We found out I was pregnant through a routine medical to get into flight attending with Virgin…. whoops!!! Needless to say I was too far along to continue on and begin training.

 Before I had a blended Family

I am really grateful that my pregnancies where easy….. I even hate myself for saying that. I have nothing to whinge about…. I wasn’t sick, I wasn’t in pain at all and the first two I wasn’t even tried. It just felt strange having something grow inside me. It amazed me but I felt far from glowing and there was no connection between the foetus and I.

I was small the whole way through with Olivia and didn’t seem to gain much weight, this is where people felt the need to comment and judge me as though I wasn’t eating enough (trust me lady….I’m eating enough for the town)!!! Because people commented so much, their words started to get to me. I started to worry something was wrong. Before I knew it we hit 38 weeks, working with ease and didn’t feel the need to completely finish packing our hospital bag. I worked for myself and LOVED having my own business I was even working late into the evening the day before Olivia was born. I found myself timing these odd sensations are exactly twenty minutes apart. Then at 5.30am they were five minutes apart…. but no pain and no water breaking. By 6.30-8.30 they were every 2-3 minutes and lasting 33 seconds. Again no pain and no water breaking. This wasn’t labour, the hospital said to wait at home until it was unbearable. My mother in Law and my Mum talked me into to going to the doctor and getting an internal, at this stage we find out I am 5cms dilated by 9am. What??? This wasn’t labour, I was so calm and completely zen -THIS IS NOT ME AT ALL!!!! Under strict instructions I am to head straight to the hospital and not collect bags on the way up (lucky as I had NONE packed…... (whoops).

We get to the hospital all I want is an epidural. I was there when my nephew was born. I saw how much pain my sister went through. I know its going to get worse. GET ME THAT EPIDURAL before it gets painful. As the anaesthetist is going up my spine a contraction lifts me off the bed. I am swung around and checked, too late, this baby is coming!!! My head was in a spin, what was happening, how can the baby be coming, I cannot give birth without an epidural. I am not a brave person. I cry when I watch an episode of the bachelor. I cannot do this. I start to get anxious. Two contractions later 11.30am Friday the 2nd December 2011 Olivia Rose is born.

I go in to shock. I don’t cry with excitement, I’m not over whelmed with love, I just want to shower. I am not happy, excited, nervous, I feel numb. Is this normal? I didn’t have the overwhelming urge to feed her, or hold her. I started to resent myself.  It wasn’t anything like I thought it would be as you see on TV or in the movies, I don’t want to hold her. They stitch me up. Yep I feel like I have been ripped the eff open and they have sewn me shut for good. That was the worse bit. That was the most painful. My body starts to shake uncontrollably as I go into shock of how quick this little vegemite has popped out...

My poor mum missed the birth by minutes. Then the wave of family, her only sibling, Aunties, Uncles and grandparents arrive. I barely hold her. I haven’t even fed her.  But she is quiet, content and asleep. They all come here to have a cuddle, I would never deny them of that. And to be honest I didn’t really want to feed or cuddle. I just wanted to watch from afar. I was happy to distance myself as her proud dad and sister watched and snuggled her in awe. 

11 months later and life is awesome. We are loving our little girl and she is the text book baby. Sleeps through from 6 weeks, transfers easy, feeds every 4 hours on cue, takes the bottle as well as milk from mum. Let’s have another. We have always said we want them close. What a brilliant idea. Nugget is one of five I am one of three. I LOVE big families, I always wanted 4 or 5!!! We’re doing it!

That was it…...pregnant by Olivia’s first birthday.  Blissfully unaware in 7 months’ time our life was going to be turned upside down. – You will hate me – another perfect pregnancy. Labour this time round I had my bag packed from 35weeks.......I wouldn’t be caught out again. Worked up until 38 weeks…. 3 days after finishing work I am board. Hurry up baby!!!! Internal at my check up and doctor says there is no way I am going into labour within the next 24hrs the baby isn’t even down or engaged! Pissed off I decide I will walk everywhere, carry car seats up 5 flights of stairs to a level 3 apartment!!! IDIOT!  11 that night there’s a throbbing pain in my back, we get to the hospital just after midnight, 6cms dilated. “Quick call the mums and get them here” I was determined time to have mum and my mother-in-law there for the birth. July 26th 2013 2.50am Isabella Mae is born!!! I had finally had my head around my reaction when Olivia was born, I no longer felt guilty. It’s how I deal with the labour process and birthing situation. Knowing this time what to expect after the birth I am more relaxed and at ease with not feeding or holding her straight away and knowing its ok to let Nug bond and cuddle her while I get myself under control, mindful not to put that pressure on myself like before.

Life with 2 is …………………... interesting!!! But we love it, they play so well together and there is such a great bond between the two girls. Juggling the two kids and still running a business was taking its toll. Time to give up that dream, it was hard to let go. I loved it. But I loved my children and I couldn’t run a business the way I wanted to without having amazing supporting staff……that I lacked!

As my sister kindly told me, I have a new career now, as a mother. These words have stuck with me very true and very raw, every time I get a twinge of jealousy as Nug goes off to work or girlfriends are busy at their desk or work place I remind myself of these words.

Away for a weekend in Newcastle visiting our great friend’s child free (Isabella 15 months old not talking and breeze and textbook bub like her sister…. annoying sorry, but that’s why we keep having them) we finish discussing if we have another it needs to be soon…. I want to be done and dusted with pregnancy by 30.  I blurt out…… “one more” Nug nods. 6 weeks later pregnant with bub number 3. The comments roll in “trying for a boy” “oh hope nugget gets a boy” it’s amazing how people feel it is acceptable to comment on everything. That really ticked me off. Nugget and I had discussed this even before Olivia was born “I would be happy if I had 5 girls and no boys. As long as they are happy and healthy kids that’s all I want” these words rung through my ears every time a comment was made by someone about the gender of this baby. Or the fact that we were only having this baby to try for a boy. Honestly!!!!! At the 20 week mark we decided we would find out what we were having. “BOY” the piece of paper said “HA yeah right” nug and I said the exact same time. We didn’t believe it. We knew these things could be wrong. Who knows it could have a very swollen fanny! We chose to believe it was more than likely a girl. We had a girl name picked, we believed we didn’t need to buy anything as it was going to be a girl. We just told our parents and siblings what the piece of paper said, but emphasised how wrong they can be. It’s bound to be a girl. That’s all there is on Nug’s side. 11 grandchildren……all girls!!!

This pregnancy was different in the fact that my pelvis was achy, heart burn and reflux started at 15weeks and all I wanted to eat was fast food…...anything healthy made me nauseous……what a shame!!!! Labour and birth…. well…. this one freaked me out a little more. Even though I had done it before I was still really worried. Bag packed at 32 weeks. What if I didn’t make it to the hospital in time? I don’t want to give birth half way between home and the hospital? What if I lose the baby before 40 weeks?

The third time pregnant you think you know what signs too look for with labour, I was the opposite. Worried about every tightening, every little bit of wee “is the membrane leaking??” and every little pain could be it. That was the most stressful, I think the first your blissfully unaware of what will actually happen. Jameson Edward arrived 5 days early, labour was 2 and ½ hours, I was at hospital for 40 minutes and he was born. My body again went into shock. I couldn’t believe I had done it. How had he come so quickly? How had he turned out to be a boy?  Then a wave of content washed over me…. that’s it, we are done. No more pregnancies, no more labour, no more birth, no more stitches. What a strange feeling.

5 months on and I am adjusting to 3 children under 4 with their swimming, dancing and days at care, my beautiful step daughter every second weekend, a husband working away, doing beauty clients from home as a hobby, I’m back at work and 4 and ½ months into study. When I write it down my life seems so full on and…. well… chaotic! The judgement, the stares even the comments about how I am too young to have 3 children (FYI I’m not young)! It gets easier, every day I know where we are, I have the bags and lunches packed the night before and I make sure we are out and about at least once a day. It doesn’t feel busy, it’s just what we do now. Don’t get me wrong, there are challenging times that the day is so hard I want to curl up on my bed shut the door and just be left alone or even take a day off.

Then I put everything into perspective, how selfish of me, I remind myself of just how lucky I am, lucky to have these healthy amazing humans in my life, to go through all 3 pregnancies without any drama, to conceive with just sheer luck. Lucky to have such amazing in laws and friends who provide me with a fantastic support network that allows me to go back to work and to study. Lucky we both have a job to go to. Lucky to have Nugget by my side.


Lucky to be here enjoying them and all these moments!!! 

 Blended Family Step Children

xxx Taryn

Instagram: @kaotic_mumma



Posted in Birth Stories, Blended Family, Guest Blog, Kaotic Mumma, My Birth Stories

FEATURE: Business Mama's Interview - My Tiny Wardrobe

Posted on May 03, 2016 by Amy Goller | 0 comments

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My Tiny Wardrobe- Business Mama’s Interview

Today The Nanny Collective sits down with the passionate and vivacious Amy Goller of My Tiny Wardrobe to discuss her rapidly growing online boutique, her daily struggle with fibromyalgia and her vision of creating a community of supportive working mums. 


Dreamweaver Toddler Harems
Dreamweaver Toddler Harems

Tell us a little about yourself and your family.

My family consists of my husband Sebastian and my 2 beautiful girls under two years old—Olivia and Chloe.

I married my best friend and when he gets up in the middle of the night to feed our little premie baby Olivia or hug our teething 22month old, his status rises from best friend to SAINT! But believe me, there are other times when I feel like I actually have three children, he is the third.


working mums
Sebastian and Olivia

Please tell me how My Tiny Wardrobe came to be?

My dream for My Tiny Wardrobe was to always try and create a brand whereby I could provide a platform encouraging other mums to work from home if they wanted and to sell either their or our designs. I am currently collaborating with women designers who are raising children in Australia. I don’t only work with ladies who can sew or love children’s fashion but also work with photographers, other brands and suppliers, all woven together to empower working mums through small business.

In creating this brand, I stepped out of the corporate world to design a future for myself and my family, and other mums who would join this collection of creatives— all working from home!

Starting any small businesses is hard. Especially when it is not something you have ever done before. I think in my head, I thought I would sew a dress, pop it online and sell it. Designing a website, merchant fees, swing tags, gift wrapping, collaborating, social media, finding bloggers who were willing to contribute to the success of what I envisaged “a community more than a shop” and creating are huge tasks. Without the support of my husband who helps me with the girls at bedtime and supports me emotionally and physically, my customers, bloggers, photographers and the INSTA-COMMUNITY this little business would not be possible.

I have days where I triumph and feel as though I can conquer the world (that is not my aim by the way) and I have days where I want to throw in the towel as it SEEMS too hard.

But it always seems hard until it is done, so I keep doing. I have invested so much LOVE, ENERGY and TIME, because I love what I do and that is what drives me. My Tiny Wardrobe has only been up and running for 6 months and I am learning everyday. This is what all working mums struggle with every day.


Amy & Sebastian Finally pregnant with Chloe after 3 years of IVF
Amy & Sebastian finally pregnant with Chloe after 3 years of IVF

Do you have a favourite product?

That is so hard. I think that’s like asking if I have a favourite child! So— no. I love what I do. I would say that the pieces I have hand sewn and created from scratch— felt the fabric, picked the thread, sat for hours over a sewing machine give me the greatest satisfaction. Half (50%) of my pieces are hand made by me in Australia and I’m proud of that.

What have been the highlights of My Tiny Wardrobe been so far?

There are two:

As many people may know I never opened an online store just to sell gorgeous clothes. I did it to work with mums and raise awareness of issues I thought mums and dads would engage in. So I started a BLOG page. I have worked with the Stillbirth Foundation of Australia, PANDA & many foundations who help mums with premature babies. When I published a blog called “The Day I gave Birth To An Empty Nursery”, the response behind the scenes was amazing. Mums reached out to me and shared their stories. Showed me pictures of their angels. Invited me to meet their other children as they appreciated me shining a spotlight on Stillbirth. I was so humbled. To this day, I always check in on them & we chat.

I feel like in a small way I have made a difference to these mums through the blogs that I have published and that is what fills my heart with JOY and is what I feel most proud about. I have always used the hashtag: #mumssupportingmums as that is what I want to be about. I want to teach my children, if anything in life— be kind.

Of course making sales brings me joy. Being tagged in photos brings me joy. Having repeat customers is such a highlight as it means people appreciate what I am trying to do and without those loyal customer’s— I could go on. Making clothes and re-investing in the business would not be possible without sales. I want to say THANK YOU, to everyone who has bought a piece, loved a post, shouted me out to friends and followers. THANK YOU!


Amy & Olivia in the NICU
Amy & Olivia in the NICU


Being a mother is a full time job and additionally you are working on your business, My Tiny Wardrobe. How did you make it all work?

Having launched my business while my premie baby was in the NICU, I am not sure if I always cope well. Actually I don’t. Being a mum is hard work, yet alone trying to succeed in a competitive industry. So I would say I thrive some days and fail other days but I think that is normal.

Being a stay at home working mum is a challenge. I try and do most of my work after 7pm when they are tucked in bed or when they have their sleep in the middle of the day. However, many times I find myself trying to reply to emails in the playground, take calls while also trying to play ‘tea parties’ and look at fabric combinations while also trying to feed my little one. Its a juggle. I think as long as you are not glued to your mobile or Mac, and you are present when they are awake for the majority of the time— you are doing well. Actually, you are doing great!


Amy & Olivia at Coogee Beach
Amy & Olivia at Coogee Beach

What were your greatest challenges as a working mum?

Time. There is never enough time! Whether you have a business or are a SAHM, there is never enough time in the day.

I want to watch my children grow and be there for them and I know somedays I have probably missed something or told my little ones to wait a little longer than they should have had to wait. For that there is some guilt but I know I am working on my business so I can remain at home and not return to the corporate world and miss their ‘EVERYTHING’S. I want to see their smiling faces. I want to dance around our living area with them like a dork and this can only happen if I am at home.


My Tiny Wardrobe Apple & Oak' Bloomers
My Tiny Wardrobe Apple & Oak’ Bloomers


What are your most cherished memories of motherhood?

Oh! There are too many. Just the ability to have two children is amazing. Many women struggle with infertility, so I am just lucky and happy to see my two children and know I created these tiny beings with a little help from my husband (wink wink).

Every time their is a ‘First’ is cherished. When they smile. When they laugh. When my two year old runs to give me a hug. A hug filled with so much love, you feel it through your entire soul. When they fall over and I get to kiss it better. When they need me in the middle of the night & they trust I will come and help them.

Do you have any advice for new mothers/mothers to be?

The saying “It takes a village to raise a child” is true. Don’t be proud or feel guilty to ask for help on the days when things are rough. So many times I have cried to my sister, a friend or my mum. It helps lift the burden on days when things are hard and you may feel overwhelmed. On those days where you feel like you are simple a human dummy. On the days where you forgot that the fridge was empty and you need formula or on those sleep deprived days where you can barely function. Don’t try and act like you can do it all. If someone is offering you help to bake you a cake, cook you a meal, bath your baby, take your babe for a stroll so you can have a shower or some “you time”, let them help. They are asking because they care. They care about YOU.

You struggle with Fibromyalgia. Please tell us about this and how it impacts your life?

Fibromyalgia. What can say about you?! Go Away! You make me sad. You give me chronic Pain. I hate you. But you will not win. I have been well before, and I will get there again.

I have suffered from this debilitating muscle disease for 15 years. It is a muscle disease driven by mixed pain signals coming from the brain. to muscles in my body There are days when it overwhelms me and I rely on family a lot. Many days I feel like I just survive the day and I don’t live the day. I hate these days, they make me sad. I long for the night to come so I CAN SLEEP TO ESCAPE THE PHYSICAL PAIN and I hope tomorrow will be better. I have two children and a life, and I plan on being a warrior and overcoming this disease with the support of my family and neurologists and inner fortitude.

Having Fibromyalgia is the most difficult thing I have ever had to go through/am going through. On the outside, I look healthy and always pretend to be happy even when I don’t feel well as no one wants to be around someone in pain and feeling ‘down’. That takes a lot of energy and wears you down.

However, by having this “invisible disease” I realise what true happiness is. It took sadness, pain, loss for me to know what true happiness is. Happiness for me is just being pain free. I need nothing else apart from my family. I realise everything is relative too, some people have greater struggles than me and some none at all, but it is all relative.

My Fibromyalgia don’t show on the outside. It’s not like a broken leg, you can’t see it. I look healthy, happy, maybe even fit. But I am not. SO: I’ve learnt that you should never judge someone until you have walked in their shoes. I realised I may not have been able to continue a high powered job, I may have spent more days in bed than out of it, in the early years when my disease was undiagnosed— but people supported me. People were there to uplift me. Neurologists didn’t give up helping me. My husband met me with my condition and wanted to get to know me. He stood by me, even though it was hard. I realised I am in competition with no one and that LOVE is all you need. And with love comes laughter in our home.

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Posted in Business Mama Interview, Interview with The Nanny Collective, My Tiny Wardrobe Press

MORE Getting Dressed Tantrums - The Follow Up Blog

Posted on April 21, 2016 by Amy Goller | 0 comments

MORE Getting Dressed Tantrums - The Follow Up Post

You may remember my story here ( about my little Miss’ getting dressed tantrums from 6 months ago. Well she’s three now and things have, well how should I put this, changed! Evolved. She is still quite a fusspot, and every day is different. Allow me to elaborate with some of our day to day stories.

She likes ALL PLAIN clothes, the daggier the better. Paint stains - no worries! Some days she’s head to toe in plain purple! 

Plain with a pocket the same colour is apparently NOT plain! 

New plain t-shirt? “Oh no I don't like new clothes.” (Mum must wash all the new clothes – um was I supposed to be doing this already?) 

We used to be able to get away with “dresses are for parties”, but no more! So her dad tried reverse psychology “This dress is a size 3, so you’re not allowed to wear it until you’re 3”. She wore a dress on her 3rd birthday for about half an hour.

Chooses it at the shops herself - great! Won't wear it.

Wears in once! OMG it's a miracle - she's getting better! Will never wear it again.

Me: Will you wear something new today if I get out a NEW tub of play-dough for you to play with? 

Her: Yes. (works sometimes)

"Maybe I'll wear this one with ice creams on it because I want an ice cream today"

“I'll wear all my fishy clothes when I go to the beach with Nanna.” (This includes PJs, leggings, shorts, t-shirts)

“If I wear this t-shirt with flowers it will help me learn to say the word ‘fowler’” – (you can't make this stuff up!!)

“I want those orange socks, not THOSE orange socks.” Devastated when her favourite orange socks are in the wash.

She had a ‘Ben & Holly’ themed birthday party and we got her a holly t-shirt with the compromise that she got to choose what she wore on the bottom half. She came out in leggings on a 39 degree day!

Her: I want to wear spots like you mum. Where are my pants with spots?

Me: They were too small so we gave them to the op shop. 

*Cue tantrum.

But here she is, our gorgeous girl. She actually likes tutus some days, but only with – you guessed it, a plain t-shirt.

 Toddler Tantrums when getting dressed blog

Lauren Hunt

Mummy/Teacher blogger from Adelaide, SA


Posted in Getting Dressed Tantrums, Lauren Hunt, Toddler Tantrums

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