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. 👌🏻

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. 😘

We Have Progress! 

What a day and what a week! 

Dex has newly been diagnosed with ASD, which has explained so much of what he has been experiencing and struggling with for a long time. He struggles daily with sensory issues, so loud noises, textures and things that would normally make others uncomfortable, are very painful or distressing for him. 
One of the things that distresses him the most is haircuts. Anyone only has to say the word “haircut” towards him, and he becomes anxious and a lot of the time will scream and hide. So for a while we haven’t even mentioned the word, never mind suggest he have one. I mean, it’s only hair right? Not a big deal if his hair is long. 


Well, last night we were talking with Kingston about haircuts, and that he could have a surprise egg after his next one. Well, Dex overheard and told me that he wants a surprise egg and a haircut too. I took it with a grain of salt. If he wanted one, great! If not, fine with me too. So we spoke about it, with no anxiety and no concern except that he only wanted scissors to be used and no water spray. We looked on good Ol’ Pinterest and found a few cuts he liked. Something I’ve learned along the way of raising a child with anxiety is when you include them in the process, they feel much more comfortable and are able to feel more in control of the situation. This is definitely helps Dex every day. So off we went to bed with excitement and wonder. 
The next day, we went to our local shopping centre and again, inviting him into the decision making, let him choose which salon we would go to. At first he was nervous, so we sat down in their waiting area and I told him we would just sit and look around, because he takes time to warm up to new surroundings. After about 10 minutes, the hairdresser came and spoke to us and asked Dex if he was ready for his haircut. He told her “maybe just one more minute and I’ll be ready!” I loved that he was able to verbalise his feelings and again feel as though he had control over the whole process. If he in the end decided he was too scare for one, we would’ve left and waited for another time. But after thirty seconds had passed, he decided he was ready to get into the chair! This was a HUGE deal in itself because I don’t even remember the last time he sat in a hairdresser’s chair. By now my nerves and excitement had kicked in. As they put the cape on him my heart started pounding for him. Would he start to get anxious? Would he meltdown because his little body and mind doesn’t handle these types of things well? Dex looked over at the little trolley with all their equipment and I could see in his face he was unsure. He told the hairdresser, Jess, “only scissors, OK?” And she promised him, only scissors. I could see his shoulders drop as though he could relax now. 

Dex was a champion. He sat there with a smile on his face literally the whole time. He even told Jess “I need you to cut more around my ears, I want to see my ears, oh and my eyes cut more there too.” I watched in amazement and had a giggle to myself as he stated to her, quite calmly and almost like an adult, exactly what he wanted. He used his manners, he kept telling her how good it looked and when she had finished he was SO excited. He high fived Jess the hairdresser who told him how proud she was of him. I think almost everyone he told about his haircut told him how proud they were of him! And so they should be. 


This little boy, who has had a massive fear of even the word “haircut” or being asked if he wanted a haircut overcame huge anxiety and sensory complications and took control of the situation. For any five year old I think that’s pretty freaking amazing. But for Dex, for who he is, this is a HUGE deal. For him and for those who love him. I couldn’t have been prouder for the way he dealt with today. We’ve overcame a hurdle today and we have many more to come. But one step at a time, and this was a big one. 


(Dex wears his new hairstyle by Jess, LilPigz jelly frames glasses, Target Star Wars hoodie and FromZion harems.)