Weekend Hightlights

A Mother's Day card from Nahla that made me cry. OK, so I'm pregnant and hormonal, so it doesn't take all that much to get me going, but still; how sweet is this poem?!

Being served breakfast in bed by my two loves. After being allowed to snuggle under the covers till well after 10 am. I am one lucky mama!

My little tiggeriffic Tiger was pretty pleased to have her face painted - again. 

The arrival of my latest order from My-Wardrobe.com. I LOVE how fast and amazing their service is! 

Weather spring-y enough for my little munchkin to wear her her new tops that we bought from Etsy. Seriously; LOVE Etsy!

So all in all; who can complain about it being Monday again when our weekend was as good as this?!

Happy Tuesday Night

Much as my days are a hectic blur of work, school-runs, ballet-classes, play-dates and family-time, it is important to squeeze in a little me-time too - as any mama will know. So tonight, as BF is glued to the TV and the Real Madrid game, I have filled the bath, slapped on my most favorite Sisley face mask, lit some candles and dug out a book I have been reading for months, yet never can seem to finish. Here's to blissful, delightful mommy-time!

Bed Buddy

Oh, how we have been all girly and cuddly the last week when Daddy has been off on his little soccer-holiday! I am talking popcorn and Mickey Mouse on the TV, lunches out, cupcake-baking, hot chocolate for breakfast and last, but not least, the most snuggly lovely nights, where Nahla has been sleeping in Mummy's "big-bed" for the whole week!

And; for all you people so obsessed with either one end or the other of the "where does your baby sleep" debate, I just don't get it. Seriously. Nahla sleeps in her own cot-bed in her own room 9 nights of of 10. Has since we moved her cot in from our room when she was 1-ish. But some nights she is unsettled and I let her sleep in our bed. Other nights Nahla and Daddy have cuddle-time and Mummy sneaks off to the single bed in Nahla's room. Some nights she comes in to our bed and we lift her back again when she is asleep again.

I have never understood why it has to be one way or the other, why not just do whatever makes life easier - and what is best for your family? I LOVE sleeping next to my sleeping toddler - it is hands down the most lovely, amazing, bursting-with-love feeling in the world. And they are small for such a short short time, so I feel like it is the most precious thing. But I also love our freedom, our space in bed and her sleeping soundly in her own room.
When I fed Nahla myself until she was 7-8 months she mostly slept in our bed every night. It meant I could feed her easily without having to get out of bed, it was super-cosy and it meant that I NEVER had a single sleepless night since she was born - in fact, we have never had a sleepless night ever since having her. And partly I put that down to never stressing about anything. Because if it one thing I firmly believe, it is that stressed out parents makes for stressed out babies. So what if she sleeps in our bed one night? We just cherish it, because we know that 1: Tomorrow night she more than likely will be in her own bed again, and 2: In a couple of short little years she won't want to bunk in with Mummy and Daddy anymore.

I just have never gotten what all the stress is about when it comes to having babies. Like people fussing about traveling with kids. I have been on more than 150 flights with Nahla, mostly by myself, and sure my handbag is a little heavier with the extra little bits you need to bring, but so what? City-breaks with toddlers? Easy peasy. Beach-holidays? A bliss. Shopping trips into town? No worries. BF and I decided already when we were pregnant that we were not going to completely stop doing the things we love just because we now are going to be parents, and I think we have found a balance that works just right.

The amazing midwife who delivered Nahla told us to remember one thing the day we brought her home: That she had come in to our lives and should fit into it, not us trying to change ourselves to fit into hers. And so we did just that.

And as for Daddy arriving back home again tonight: I am excited about sharing a bed with just him again too!

"What Is It Like Being A Mum?"

Many of my friends are mothers themselves, and when I found out Nahla was on the way, I was kind of "in the middle", meaning that roughly half of my friends had crossed over into to motherhood, and the other half had yet to take the plunge. Or meet someone they wanted to take the plunge with, for that matter.

I remember having so many questions to those of my friends who had already had babies. Mostly then about pregnancy itself. Or childbirth, which seemed like this huge big deal back then, like "will I make it or not" type stuff.

It turned out there were more important things I should have asked about. Stuff that matters beyond giving birth - which was sore, no doubt, but a piece of cake when you think about the reward.

When my yet-to-have-children friends ask me what it is really like, having a baby, being a mum, I often struggle to put this magnificent life-altering thing into words. Motherhood means so many big things. And a million little ones.



1. It means never again being able to open a newspaper, or watch a movie, or the news, and not think: "What if that was my child?" when you see images of sick, starving or injured children. Because as a mother, you now can feel what these women must feel, and it breaks your mummy-heart.

2. It means every plane-crash and house-fire and famine will tug at your heart-strings, will make you weep for those mothers who lost their babies, or children who are now motherless.

2. It makes you see the world in a new way. Suddenly spending the weekend at a blustery playground, or wet and muddy duck-pond seems like the best idea in the world. Who knew?!

3. It may mean you can cross a good night sleep of your to-do list for a long time, and yet even the earliest of Sunday mornings can not even make you regret having that baby.



4. It means being tied to another human in a way you really cannot do justice when trying to describe it with words.

5. It means you may still care about your career, or your style, or your hobbies just like you did pre motherhood, but never again will they come first. It is just the way we are designed as mothers.

6. It means, much as you love your career and your job, days will come when you will be sitting in a meeting, and suddenly start thinking about the sweet sweet smell of your baby. And it will take all your willpower not to rush out and home, just to make sure your little heart is OK.

7. It means finding yourself up in the pitch dark of the night, worrying about your sick child, wiping vomit of every surface in your house or franticly googling "red dots" and "signs of meningitis" at 3 A.M.



8. It will mean that much as you love fashion and looking immaculate and put together, there will be days when all you can manage is jeans and Converse. And you will feel OK about it.

9. It might mean that your relationship will have to sometimes take the back-seat. Romantic weekends might have to yield for sick children, or lack of babysitters, or just pure exhaustion. But you will realize if it is meant to be, it will be strong enough to survive all this - and grow better.

10. It could mean having to sacrifice that promotion. Or the ability to work those crazy hours to please your psycho boss. And that is Ok. You are needed elsewhere.


11. It means that you will, like mothers everywhere, drop everything and run when you hear their crying voice: "Mummy!"

12. It means you will have a million little decisions to make every day - and that will always make you wonder: "Am I making the right one? Is this what is best for my baby?"



13. It means you will feel like you are loosing your mind. Sometimes several times a day.

14. It means you will question your ability and your strength and your capacity. But you will grow more confident every day. And you will want to share your Mommy-wisdom with other moms.

15. It means you will fall in love with your boyfriend or husband all over again, for reasons you may pre-babies find terribly un-romantic. No-one can tell you before you have children how your knees will go weak at the sight of your partner gently cradling your baby. Or dusting powder on a freshly cleaned baby-butt. Seriously, heart-melting stuff.

16. It means you will experience loving so hard it actually hurts your heart.



17. It means your home will never again look perfectly immaculate. And yet you will grow to love the lego hiding in the carpet, and the plastic tiaras and spongy dinosaurs you find scattered across your dining room. Nothing makes a house look more like a home than the visible signs of children living there.

18. It means suddenly feeling a bond with women and mothers everywhere. Women who fight for better schools. Or health systems. Or campaign to end drink-driving. Or better school-dinners. You will want to hug them all for making the world a better place.

19. It means finding joy in tiny little things that before baby you never even put much thought to.

20. It means that for the very first time, maybe, you start fearing your own mortality. That suddenly taking a plane-ride by your self, or driving when the roads are dark and wet, will make you cold with the fear that something might happen to you. Because the thought of your children not having you around is suddenly present in your worst nightmares. Because who could love them like you? Who could make them feel as safe and loved and special and protected as their mum? You will want to grow old, not just to see your dreams come true, but to be there when theirs do.

21. It could mean needing your family in a whole new way, because baby-sitters don't grow on trees, and it feels much better for your heart leaving your precious baby with family.



22. It means you will develop multi-tasking skills of super-human capacity.

23. It could mean days where the only adult conversation you have had is with the poor lady in the shop, or guy who sells you your take-away coffee. And they WILL look at you funny when you try and strike up a conversation, not knowing that all you have said or heard all day is "goo-goo-ga-ga."

24. It means you will make new friends and may become less attached to others. Motherhood can also mean days when you will feel lonely and isolated, and you will need other Mommy-friends who understands.



25. It will mean love. Crazy, all-consuming, never-ending, heart-breaking and perfect love. Your heart will never be the same. Your body might never either - and yet you will accept this. You will cry more, laugh more, shout more, run around more and love more than you ever thought possible. And you will not regret a single second of it.

How The French Do It Better

Having read this review of Pamela Druckerman's book Bringing Up Bebe over on iVillage earlier today, I am even more in awe of the fabulous french. Here is a summary of how they tackle child rearing a la France:

"Forget the Chinese Tiger mom. French moms are the ones we're supposed to watch when it comes to parenting, according to the newest literary guilt trip, Bringing Up Bebe, by Pamela Druckerman, an American raising her three children in Paris. Druckerman penned the book after observing French kids' alarmingly consistent good behavior in comparison to her own substandard American specimens. Here, 10 things we should learn from French moms, according to Druckerman's book.

1. Relax. From the moment American mothers get the positive pregnancy test, there’s a pressure to be perfect. The French apparently believe it’ll all be fine so they don’t stress about the soft cheese they downed while pregnant and don't try to teach their eight-month-old Mandarin.

2. Practice “La Pause.” French mamans and papas don't walk through the early weeks and months of life in a sleep-induced haze, according to Druckerman, because they practice “La Pause” when their babies are as young as a few weeks old. If their enfant wails at night, French parents wait five minutes before rushing to the bassinet so that infants learn to self-soothe, which helps them learn to sleep through the night. Science backs this up, according to the book: In an American Academy of Sleep Medicine report, one study gave some mothers instructions about concepts like “la pause,” while others were given no sleep instructions. At eight weeks old, all of the babies whose parents received instructions slept through the night, while only 23 percent of the other babies did.

3. Chuck the Cheerios. French kids are great at sitting for long stretches at mealtime. Why? Druckerman claims that the French don’t stuff their kids full of Cheerios or Goldfish every time they whine. Endless snacking doesn’t happen there and mealtimes are on a regular schedule, so kids sit still during dinner because they're actually hungry.

4. Embrace frustration. There's a a premium on the concept of waiting in France, says Druckerman. French moms and dads avoid instant gratification and try to teach kids to deal with frustration. To back this up, she interviewed Walter Mischel, the man behind the infamous 1960s "marshmallow test," which examined how long children could delay gratification when a marshmallow was put in front of them. The kids who were able to resist as four-year-olds scored higher in skills like concentration and reading as teenagers.

5. Bake a cake. The French are known for their cuisine, but when it comes to child-rearing, Druckerman argues that "baking doesn’t just yield a lot of treats, it teaches kids how to control themselves." Measuring ingredients and waiting while the treat cooks teaches even very young children how to be patient for a reward.
6. Skip your daycare guilt. Americans often expend a lot of guilt when it comes to sending their children to daycare. In contrast, the French typically think that state-run daycare, called the crèche, is the best option for their child.

7. Focus on yourself. French moms don’t spend every waking moment in service of their children, says Druckerman. They don’t beat themselves up if they quit nursing after three months and getting their bodies back into pre-baby shape is considered a priority, not an indulgence. Most college-educated women return to the workforce.

8. Stand back. American parents often push their kids to excel -- and compete -- from an early age. Instead, the French head to the playground and let their kids play on their own while they sit on a bench. Their weekends are conspicuously activity-free and kids are forced to use their imaginations in free play.

9. Offer new foods at least twenty times. French parents don’t give up if their child rejects a food once or twice, but continue to serve up the same food 20 times or more (and try preparing it different ways) without offering another food as a replacement. As a result, "kids menus" at French restaurants rarely exist. This approach cuts down on childhood obesity rates, Druckerman says, pointing to studies that show 3.1 percent of French five- and six-year-olds are obese, versus 10.4 percent of American kids between ages 2 and 5.

10. Be the boss. It's okay to instill a bit of fear in your children, according to French moms -- it gets them to behave. Issue your ‘no’ commandingly, and don’t back down. Presenting yourself as a non-negotiating authority figure early on will get your kids to behave -- vite!"

Here is one book this maman will be ordering!

Finally...

... Norwegian TV got their act together and will start showing fun docu-show Pregnant in Heels tomorrow! Go Rosie Pope!

I Am Proud...

... of the fact that I have mastered the art of wearing heels on a daily basis AND still being able to push a pram/jump through leaves/toddler-chase/juggle handbags and holding hands! Go mummy-ing in heels!

Imagine...

... one day you will be 3, and you will ask so many questions. Everything we say will result in more "why's" and you will no doubt exhaust both mummy and daddy - and Google - in your quest for knowledge...

... then you will be 6 and a school-girl. And I will have to watch you walk to school, not knowing if you will make friends. Or if you will like it. Or love it even. Or what your teacher is like. Or nothing. And we will no doubt feel like sure it was only yesterday you were born, and yet here you are in school!

... then you will be 10 and think that everything we say or do is a tad embarrasing. You might have started to pick fights with me over clothes. I pray we will like the same things! I hope you will like some sports and be active. Gymnastics like me, or maybe ballet...

... when you are 15 I will probably worry about you all the time. Will you go out much? Will you drink? I wonder what your friends will be like... We might clash a lot. I hope you will see that everyhing we do or say is because we love you more than life...

... when you are 19 you might bring some guy home and tell us this is Dave. Or Scott. Or Skyler. Depending on what boy-names were in fashion when he was born. I worry he will be a rocker... Or worse, a smoker. I will have to say hi and smile and in my head I will be screaming: "Get out of my house Dave/Scott/Skyler, you are not good enough for my Nahla!"

... when you are 24 I hope we will still be best friends. I hope I will be the rock in your life that every mother should be. If I am half the mum my mum is, you will be blessed. I hope you have an education. I hope you love what you do. I hope you are as happy and healthy and amazing as you are this very minute. I hope I still every day remind myself how lucky I am to have you...

But for now you are almost 2. And you are amazing. My world. The love of our lives. And much as I am so looking forward to all the times we are going to share, I also hope time goes by very slowly.

Life does not consist of minutes or seconds, but of the moments you remeber! And I am LOVING every moment!

iBaby!

I know it is almost a year since I first got my iPhone (Note: I have been an Apple girl for years, having long since fallen in love with MacBooks!), but it seems the amazing-ness of this little gadet just doesn't stop to amaze me.

I mean; Hello! What did people do before iPhones?! My most recent discovery (and AppStore purchase, off course), is the amazing Baby Monitor & Alarm app. Why, oh why did I not know of this before?! This is such a clever thing to have at your disposal, they really should inform you about it before you even leave the delivery ward!

In short; this app works just like a normal baby monitor, only way cooler off course. Steve Jobs, your legacy is pure awesome-ness! The idea is that you leave your phone in the room where your baby is sleeping. Monitor on. Then if baby cries. or stirs. Or, more like Nahla these days, tries to climb out of her cot and get up to all sorts, the über clever app calls a pre-programmed phone-number and let's you know something is up wih baby! How amazing is that?!

There are other cool features too, like the way you can record a lulluby that will go off to try and lull baby back to sleep before it rings the other phone. And you can off course customize the settings so that the alarm goes off at either 5, 10, 15 or 20 seconds of noise in the room.

Oh, and if your singing is less than calming, sure you can just have it play a pre-set song from your iTunes library! This app is so clever you would think it has children itself!

A must for mummies, now go download!

No Nasties

At first sight this might look like the contents of a beauty goodie shopping bag. But look again. This is actually my rubbish bin - and stuff I have on total purpose thrown into it. Because having read even more about the dangers of parabens and petro-chemicals and sulphates and all other crap they put into beauty-products - and the possible horrible cocktail effect they can have on your health and well-being when you use them, I have decided that all this stuff has to go. So gone. And this was just the tip of the iceberg. I have thrown out lots and lots and lots of not only make-up and body-products, but also shampoos and perfumes and even cleaning products. Yuck. We want to be beautiful AND healthy. So away with all the junk - you owe it to yourself too!

My New Running Shoes...

... will be heavily used once we are properly back in Ireland and I can reclaim some me-time in the evenings once more. I cannot even begin to explain how much I have missed my daily runs since Nahla and I have been mostly by ourselves here in Oslo, and I haven't had the opportunity to go running every evening. Running is my absolute favorite exercise - OK, that and yoga - and clears you rmind like nothing else. Now all I need is some new running shorts. Or pants. And maybe a jacket. And some new music for my iPod. And I'm set!

I Feel Blessed...

... to be Norwegian. And to have had my baby in Norway - and all that comes with that. Yet again today it was revealed that Norway came out top in a poll on where in the world is the best place to be a mother. It is the organization Save the Children than for the 12th time has listed the best and worst places to have a baby, based on factors like health, education and financial circumstances for mothers and babies in 164 countries.

What surprised me, I must admit, is how bad the USA scored - in fact it turned out, according to this survey, to be one of the worst places to have a baby in the entire industrialized world, which shocked me a little. Factors that dragged the score down were issues like pregnancy mortality - one of the highest in the world. Only three other industrialized countries rate lower in this indicator.

They also have a rather high rate of infant mortality - in fact 8 out of 1000 children in the US die before their 5th birthday - meaning that an American baby has more than double the risk of dying before he or she turns five than a Norwegian child. That is some horrific stats!

Also factoring in, an issue which I knew about, is that in America, women have the shortest and worst paid maternity leave across ALL industrialized countries. Shocking - coming from the country who prides itself on being so modern and forward. God, it makes me feel privileged with my year's fully paid time with my little love! I can be both a mother AND a journalist, I don't have to choose. I am very very lucky.

Several other countries also prides themselves on being a great place to raise a family. Here is the top 10 list:

1. Norway
2. Australia
3. Island
4. Sweden
5. Denmark
6. New Zealand
7. Finland
8. Belgium
9. The Netherlands
10. France

And the ten worst:

155. The Centr. African Republic
156. Sudan
157. Mali
158. Eritrea
159. Congo
160. Chad
161. Jemen
162. Guinea-Bissau
163. Niger
164. Afghanistan

Why did Norway come out top?
Women in Norway generally have a high income. The country has among the lowest rate of infant mortality in the world and the most generous maternity- and paternity leave.

Afghanistan, which came out worst, has the highest rate of infant mortality in the world, and the highest numbers of deaths in women who are either pregnant or in labour. The also have the lowest life expectancy for women in general, and the lowest ratio of midwifes per pregnant woman.

It breaks my heart as a mother to know how lucky I have been and will continue to be, and then to think of all the women in the world who are not as lucky. Be it because being pregnant actually leaves them at a risk of masses of health issues or even death, or the fact that they can have their baby, but it will be a struggle financially or that they will because of a very short maternity leave, never really get to have the time that they should have off to bond with their children.

There seems to be a huge way to go to ensure that women all over the world will be entitled to the same things: A healthy pregnancy. A safe birth. A sufficient health system in place to make sure their babies are well looked after. Paid maternity leave. The ability to chose how you want to divide up your maternity and paternity leave - after all; fathers should also be given the opportunity to get to bond with their young children. Enough time off to learn how to be a mother. The ability to return to your job - you can be a mother and still have a career. Affordable childcare to make it all possible. The list goes on. Women - and sensible men - need to make sure these issues are debated and worked on and that they have a voice. Happier healthier safer mamas makes for happier healthier safer children, which in turn makes for a happier healthier and safer world!

Go make changes!

I Have A Movie Date Tonight...

... and I cannot wait to kick back and enjoy this film! I LOVED the book when I read it years ago, and I am certain the film won't dissappoint!

This Is So True..

... life, me, the world; whoever moans about getting older must be doing so the wrong way!

Be Sweet...

... because otherwise, karma can be a bitch! Plus; everyone looks an aweful lot prettier when they smile - as if that isn't reason enough!

Today I HEART...

... my new pink bracelet, where the price of the bracelet goes straight towards breast cancer research. It should be on every woman's arm this October - cute AND important - now that's fashion with heart.



... my new necklace from Monsoon, cheap AND so cool, it rocks up even the simplest white tee; LOVE!

On The Way To Playschool..

... this morning, Nahla did not want to sit in her pram, but jump around in the leaves on the ground. My heart skipped a little beat, as I remembered that this time last year, my munchkin had yet to learn how to walk, and I remember thinking about how this year we would be jumping though the autumn leaves together. A year passed by in a flash, yet filled with so much love and so many special moments it seems to have lasted forever! Oh, motherhood, the sweetest feeling there is!

If I Only Could Sew...

... I would so make Nahla one of these as an advent calendar! So pretty - and perfect the way you can fit the little pressies in. I love the tradition of advent calendars, planning it, getting it together, wrapping it and being able to witness my princess excitely opening it in the morning. Last year she was far too young to truly understand the concept - but we still did the calendar off course - maybe moer for Mummy than for Nahla, but none the less; traditions are traditions.

Oh - and speaking of traditions; my mum still makes advent calendars for me and my sister! This is the cutest mummy in the world, by the way. At first we were meant to outgrow them when we turned 18. Then it became when we moved out - then that didn't happen either. Then the upper limit was moved to 25, a nice round number. 25 came and went and we still got our calendars. And I am not talking the chocolate variety, I am talking the full, 24 actual presents wrapped and hung up for us to open - now in our own homes, off course.

When I turned 30 last year that was meant to be the absolute end to the whole calendar debate, especially as I now had a daughter of my own. But no; Best Mom In The World still managed to decide she wanted to make us calnedars and so before December 1st rolled around, she had all the stuff sent down for me to hang and ready to open.

Talk about adhering to traditions!

I Wonder...

... would this Hermes bag look as cool if it was stuffed with diapers, baby-wipes, Hello Kitty plasters, juice boxes, tissues, the odd plastic fairy, a Mickey Mouse DVD, a very bruised banana, three mini-boxes of raisins and a headless Teletubby?! No? I Didn't think so. In some areas, it seems motherhood and fashion do not mix all that well...

(Photo Credit from here)

My Latest Addiction

It always amazes me when people buy organic, eat healthy and generally take good care of what goes into their body - and then completely forgets to check what is in the stuff they are putting ONTO their bodies. I mean; your skin is by far your biggest organ. It is living and breathing and it absorbs everything you put on it - a lot of it even going right INTO YOUR BLOODSTREAM.

Did you ever read the ingredient list of your bodylotion? Your anti-wrinkle eye cream? Your shaving foam? Unless you have been living under a rock the last couple of years you have heard of parabens - and how really they should be avoided. A simple Wikipedia search yields this result: (Note: This is info EVERYONE can get their hands on if they bother to look!):

"Parabens are a class of chemicals widely used as preservatives in the cosmetic and pharmaceutical industries. Parabens are effective preservatives in many types of formulas. These compounds, and their salts, are used primarily for their bactericidal and fungicidal properties. They can be found in shampoos, commercial moisturizers, shaving gels, personal lubricants, topical/parenteral pharmaceuticals, spray tanning solution, makeup, and toothpaste. They are also used as food additives.
Their efficacy as preservatives, in combination with their low cost, the long history of their use, and the inefficacy of natural alternatives like grapefruit seed extract (GSE), probably explains why parabens are so commonplace.
They are becoming increasingly controversial, however, because they have been found in extremely low concentrations in breast cancer tumors (an average of 20 nanograms/g of tissue). Parabens have also displayed the ability to slightly mimic estrogen (a hormone known to play a role in the development of breast cancer). No effective direct links between parabens and cancer have been established, however."

If you are anything like me and care about your body and your health, this information should SHOCK YOU TO THE CORE! Linked to breast cancer!?! Still available in most cosmetics sold in this country?!? And a whole lot of other countries?!? WTF!

Seriously - this is horrific stuff! And trust me when I say that it is a DROP IN THE OCEAN! There are more baddies than parabens. Phthalates, sulfates, petrochemicals, the list goes on. Bad, bad stuff which should NEVER come within an inch of your precious beautiful body! This is stuff nobody tells you about. Stuff that the beauty industry DOES NOT WANT YOU TO KNOW. Which is horrible and horrific, but it means one thing: YOU HAVE TO take responsibility for your own health and your own body.

Google is your best friend. Seriously. Find out which brands are good, which are bad. Educate yourself. Ask around, talk to people at your local pharmacy/beautician/chemist. Throw out all the shit in your bathroom locker that you have been using before you read this. And don't be fooled; expensive designer brands are often just as bad when it comes to nasty ingredients as their cheaper competitors. Read every label. Trust no-one, you and only you will know what is best for your body.

Luckily, and this really is great news, there are some brands out there that different and that have products that are lovely and purer and much much better for you. Here are some, I know there are more, so be a clever cookie and always be on the lookout. Beauty and health should go hand in hand, it is as simple as that.

The Organic Pharmacy
Ren
Burt's Bees
Korres
Eos
Origins

This lipbalm is my latest handbag must-have. Now go find yours! Happy healthy shopping!