Skrållan Talking Doll from Axis Toys.

Over here at 2masters_and_a_miss, we are so lucky to have received yet another stunning doll from our friends at Axis Toys. Skrållan doll is 45cm long and was born in 1966 and has since become Swedens most popular talking doll!

When we opened the shipping box, Elsa gasped. She was over the moon that her new dolly was PINK. She is pink obsessed so she’d pretty much been won over instantly! The next thing she noticed was her hair. “Oh mummy, I love her hairrrr.” And so did I! Even I couldn’t wait to unbox this stunning doll! 


Once we took her out of the box, Dex decided her name was Lily. Luckily Elsa was happy with that because it seemed she didn’t get a say haha! 


We pushed her tummy to hear her speak for the first time, and got a shock! She was speaking a different language. We all thought this was very cool, and opened up a dialogue about how people have different backgrounds and can speak other languages. As I opened the back of Skrållan doll to change the language, I realised she spoke not two or three, but five different languages! She speaks Swedish, Danish, Norwegian, Finnish and English. So we switched it to English and Elsa could not stop pressing her tummy to hear her speak. In total, Skrållan doll can say 24 different sentences. Her laugh is infectious! 


We then decided to change little Lily out of her pyjamas, and into the most stunning blue party dress, also by Skrållan. The details were so on point on this dress, if only we could have a matching one for Elsa! 


Once we were all dressed, Elsa thought it would be nice to brush her hair. It was so soft and thick and silky, perfect for little hands to brush easily. Elsa is totally in love with this gorgeous new doll, I can’t seem to get it away from her! The soft, plush body certainly helps as it means she is perfect for cuddles! 

Next, Elsa is of the opinion Lily is sleepy and it’s time for bed. So we put her (and Elsa) into her pyjamas and laid Lily down in her cradle (not included). As we put her in her cradle Elsa squealed “she ASLEEP!” because her eyes close as you lay her down. She was so excited! 


We loved all of Skrållan doll’s little details. Her eyes that open and close, her little mouth, her knee dimples and her cute little feet and her little toes complete with knuckles and skin creases! Elsa loves to cuddle up with Lily Skrållan doll every night for bedtime, and being so soft and cuddly I am happy to leave them snuggled up in bed for the night. 
 

We are pretty excited to find out Skrållan doll has a little sister (named Lillan which could get confusing after Dexter named this one Lily 😂) and we may have to try to find one for Elsa from Santa! 


A big thank you to our friend Axis Toys for sending us Skrållan Doll to review, Googscrafts for Elsa’s outfit, Clip Pa Dee Clip for Elsa’s hair accessories, Moodie for Elsa’s pyjamas, and The Waltzing Moose for Elsa’s birth ruler as seen in her decor. Links below! 💕 

https://axistoys.com/ 

https://googscrafts.com/ 

http://clippadeeclip.com/ 

https://ilovemoodie.com.au/ 

https://www.thewaltzingmoose.com/
If you’d like to contact us to review a product, activity or service, please email 2mastersandamiss@gmail.com 
Thank you! 

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Unicorn Milkshakes! 

Over here at 2masters_and_a_miss, we are unicorn OBSESSED. So these holidays, I thought I’d treat the kids to UNICORN MILKSHAKES. And because we love to share, I thought we’d share our cute little recipe with you all. 


The ingredients you will need are:

Milk,

Strawberries (3-4 per serve),

Ice cream (we chose Bulla Strawberries and cream),

Whipped Cream,

Wafers,

Sour Rainbow lollies,

Mini Marshmallows,

And Sugar Stars/Sprinkles.

(Optional, vanilla frosting to line the rim of the glass and then pressing sprinkles into it.)
You will also need a blender. 


First of all, we cut our marshmallows in half and stuck them around the inside of the jar to make polka dots. Once we had finished doing that, we put our strawberries, one scoop (or more) of ice cream and milk in the blender and mixed until blended well. 

Now comes the fun part! Pour your mixture into the cup you chose to use, and top with a scoop of ice cream. Grab your whipped cream and go for your life. Pile it as high or low as you want. Something I discovered after creating these cute milkshakes, was to leave a fair bit of room at the top of the glass for the ice cream and mile high cream. Now you get to strategically place (or just randomly throw shit everywhere. Whatever tickles your fancy!) your decorative edibles. We started with the rainbow straps. I popped one into the cream so it curved like a real rainbow. Then, I snapped a wafer in half and put each half into the cream. Then the marshmallows, and the sprinkles/sugar stars! And there you have it. The cutest little milkshake you ever did see. 


I did try to find some amazing lollipops to stick in it, as well as unicorn cut outs buuuut my wonderful local Coles didn’t have any. And I totally forgot to line the rim of the glass with the vanilla frosting and sprinkles, but let’s face it. My kids probably don’t need even more sugar. LOL. 


We hope you enjoy your creations, and we’d love to see any of your amazing treats when you make them! Enjoy! 💕 

Why Don’t They Listen? 

There is an issue that happens to women all to often, and I’m beginning to learn just how common it is after sharing my experience. But the story begins when I was about 15, so bear with me. 
So around 15 years ago, I began having horrendous abdominal pains. They would start as a sort of stabbing pain, and then would increase until I would be writhing in pain on the floor, thinking I was dying. I remember the first time it happened, I was in the car with a friend and their parents and I had them drop me off at the emergency room. It progressively worsened while I was in the waiting room, to the point I couldn’t even sit in a seat. They didn’t seem too phased by how much pain I was in and had me wait. I waited 6 hours, after which the pain had become milder, asked if we would be seen soon to which I was told they weren’t sure how long it would be, so I gave up and went home. 
This pain became a regular thing. The next time it happened, I went back to emergency and was seen this time as it was pretty empty. They ended up doing an ultrasound, told me there was nothing wrong, and it was basically all in my head. Mind you, they were happy to send me on my way with 2 panadeine forte which didn’t even remotely take any pain away at all.

Now, being 15 I just thought to myself I guess this is just normal then and have to suck it up. So each time this horrendous pain creeped up and knocked me for 6, I would crawl into a ball, cry and try to twist or move into positions on the floor that would lessen the severity of the pain. Being a mother now, I can actually describe the type of pain as similar to labour, but worse than the contractions you’d feel. But when I was 15, I couldn’t compare the pain to anything as I hadn’t experienced labour. 
This went on until my husband and I fell pregnant with our first son. After I had children, I didn’t experience these pains anymore. I thought perhaps having kids had helped whatever was causing the pain. So, now we have three gorgeous children aged 6, 4 and 2. Well, I got the shock of my life last week, when at 2am I woke up with those god awful pains. I automatically, without even thinking crawled into the ball I used to make when I was a teenager. I rolled onto my tummy, tried arching my back, gritting my teeth, but of course nothing ever worked, just like before. To make matters worse, my 2 year old daughter used her Spidey senses to know I had woken up, and was subsequently climbing all over me, whinging “mummy cuddle, mummy cuddle!” Which was absolutely horrific. 
After this wonderful experience, and reading similar experiences online, trying desperately to see if I was alone or not, I shipped myself off to a walk in GP. I was now armed with the stories of strong women whose pain had been written off as “all in their head” or “don’t be so weak, it’s period pain.” I was referred to an ultrasound. I internally rolled my eyes but though nope, let’s give it a chance and it can be a starting point. 
So, my ultrasound was yesterday. They did an external ultrasound which found nothing, so this ultrasound tech had the brains to actually perform an internal one. Which was never even suggested to me as a teen when I was sent on my way. The internal ultrasound showed that I had a large ovarian cyst that had burst, and that would have been the pain I was experiencing last week at 2am, AND the pain I was experiencing as a teenager but told was all in my head and I was wasting their time. 

I’m not sure what’s kept those bursting cysts at bay for so long, whether it was pregnancy or maybe breastfeeding or perhaps just a coincidence that they’ve started again after stopping breastfeeding 6 months ago, but they are NOT being welcomed back into my life. 🖕🏻 

Anyway, I just wanted to share my shitty experience with you all in case anyone has been through similar. Whether that be medical professionals calling you a liar, or pain being blamed on “just your period.” I’m glad I have an answer now, a mystery solved, and now I guess I have to wait and see what the next steps will be once the GP gets the results. 

Shimmer Stripes 

I’ve been working my butt off to become healthier and fitter. For myself and for my kids, and I have so far lost 23kg. But let’s be real for a minute. 

My body isn’t the same as it was 12 years ago. And it won’t ever be. I have separated stomach muscles, so my core strength is basically non existent. I have a ridiculous amount of excess skin on my breasts and tummy due to pregnancy, weight loss and just life. But I also have these wonderful shimmering stripes on my stomach otherwise known as “stretch marks.” 🙄 I don’t know about you, but I much prefer shimmer stripes. 🤷🏻‍♀️


 My kids asked me about them. “What are those stripes? What are they from?” I strongly believe there is power in our words. Especially the words we choose to use in front of our children. So I told them “when I got to grow you in my tummy, these pretty, sparkling lines appeared. How cool is that? Aren’t they pretty??” And they all agreed. Dex even asked if he’d get any sparkly bits on his tummy. 😂😍 


Society has this habit of making us feel bad about things that naturally happen to our bodies as we get older or as life happens. Thing we can’t help, but are expected to hide or to use creams or potions to change or “fix.” But I’m changing that perception, starting with my kids. 💕 how about you? 😘 I’ll be fitter, stronger and healthier but I’ll also be uniquely and wonderfully me. Shimmer stripes and all. 👌🏻

Dear Pauline. 

I’ve been trying to gather my thoughts after hearing the disgusting words Pauline Hanson stated about children on the autism spectrum. 
We have three amazing children on the spectrum. Our eldest, Dex happened to start school this year. Dex was diagnosed last year, just in time for early intervention. 
He struggled a lot with sensory issues such as loud, sudden noises, textures and smells. He would get a drop of water on him from his drink bottle and become extremely distressed, crying and running to hide. If he heard a loud noise, he would run away crying, looking for shelter to hide under. If he even SAW creamy textures such as glue, sunscreen or thickened cream he would start gagging to the point he’d nearly throw up. 
We struggled finding a school for Dex. I was worried he’d be bullied, he’d get lost in the system in the massive school we are zoned to and his speech scores were too high to go to a specialist school or support centre. My last resort was to home school, but I was worried he’d not get the best opportunities for his education if I were to home school. 
After a smaller MAINSTREAM school was mentioned to us that wasn’t zoned, we went to check it out. I immediately felt a calm rush over me. We enrolled him that day and he started grade prep there this year. 
Within a week of him beginning our entire family noticed a MASSIVE difference in Dex. The biggest stand out memory was on a hot day at his grandparents house, he was dipping his head in a bucket of water, drenching himself while fully dressed. My husband and I had never seen him do this, and I remember us both looking at each other thinking sending him to school was already the best choice we’d made for him. I had a lump in my throat, holding back the happiest tears. 
From there, he kept smashing hurdles. The meltdowns became less frequent. The sensory aversions became less severe and the amount of aversions have reduced. He is one of the top readers in his class and he went from crying at the sight of buttons on clothing to wearing it everyday. Yesterday he even ate CREAM on the side of the cake he had at a cafe, but I had expected him to look at it and start gagging! He has overcome his fear of sand and the beach and ran around with his brother and sister on the beach yesterday!! 
A lot of these hurdles he’s overcome are thanks to him attending mainstream school. 
So, Senator Hanson. I challenge you to find a parent of autistic children who Day by day isn’t trying to give their kids the best for them. The most opportunities for them. The best education within their means. 
Pauline Hanson, OUR CHILDREN deserve EQUITY. OUR CHILDREN are no less deserving of an education than a neurotypical child. If you’ve met one person on the spectrum you’ve only met one person on the spectrum. Each individual will benefit differently and that includes the option of mainstream school. Autistic people (or people with autism depending on what the individual prefers) ARE NOT A BURDEN. I invite you to come and see for yourself. ✌🏼

Fill Your Cup.

Unconditional love. They talk about it when it comes to parents showing unconditional love to their kids, but you never hear of the love these children show their parents. 

Lately I’ve been on a journey to find myself again, and to take care of myself. After my beautiful Nana passed away nearly two years ago now, I just gave up on myself. I became someone I didn’t know because I didn’t know myself without her, and I just stopped doing anything for myself. My grief consumed me, and from that point on our lives became harder as time went on. 


We had all three of our children diagnosed with ASD and then my days became running from psych appointments to OT appointments, to speech appointments and from kindy runs to school runs. So I let my cup drain and become completely dry. But for us to fill our families cups when our own cups are empty, is just impossible. So mums, take notice. Because it took me far too long to accept that for my family to be happy, I need to be too. For too long I saw it as being selfish and how dare I want to be a real person. 🙈 I’m a mum! How dare I exist outside of that “mum” world? So I’m trying to keep my cup at least half full so I have enough to share. 


To fill my cup, I’ve been trying to get to the gym and take care of my body as much as possible because for the longest time I’ve always come last. And I’m not just talking about “just behind everyone else by a hair” last. I’m talking everyone has packed up, gone home and gone to bed after the race while I’m still heading for the finish line. So now that I’ve seen that my needs are equally as important, I’m happier and healthier. And my kids who have seen me at my worst, and then trying to get to my best, have loved me and supported me this whole time. (And asking me if I went to an exercise gym or a Pokémon gym 😂) That is unconditional love. It’s not just about the parents showing it. It’s mutual. 

So parents, grandparents and carers, don’t ever think that doing something for you means that your kids are being let down or that they’re going to be worse off. The fact of the matter is that we all need a break sometimes. We all need to feel that glimpse of “holy shit I am actually a person and have an identity!” to keep our heads above water. It doesn’t make you a bad parent or a bad person. It makes you A HUMAN BEING. And if you see your partner struggling a little bit, TELL THEM they need a break. Send them out for some “me” time. We all need it. I know I did. 😘

Picture perfect? 

I keep getting a heap of compliments on my photos lately, asking what camera I use. So I just want to throw it out there, I use my iPhone 6s+ and edit with FaceTune. It’s a wonder what adjusting the lighting and temp of a photo can do. Oh and occasionally the use of a defocus tool. From a warm, sunset photo to a crisp, cool and sharp close up. But for every 1 amazing photo that comes out of it, I have about 2537738 reeeeeally shitty looking ones 😂 ones that cannot be saved by adjusting the lighting, or the temp or even sharpening. So yes, you see some pretty amazing photos on my account (YOUR words not mine 😂😂) but then you don’t see the millions of grainy, blurry shots with terrible lighting. 💞 I really contemplated posting this, because I want the magic to stay alive. But I just want to make it clear, sometimes it’s not just point and shoot and my photos look good. It does happen a fair bit, where I only have to brighten the photo and I’m happy with it. But occasionally it needs a heap of adjusting because the sun is behind the person I’m photographing, or there’s shadows or its just too dark. I’ve copped shit in the past for editing photos because apparently it’s a bad example for my kids, but isn’t that what professional photographers do? They adjust lighting and edit their photos so you have a piece of art. I’m not making my kids skinnier or taller, just making the photo better quality. Anyway, I like the photos I create and I hope you all do too. 💞