This time last week, my eldest baby, Ella, turned twelve. TWELVE! How am I a mama to a twelve year old? I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday and now suddenly we’re here, on the cusp of teenagerhood, having almost completed her first full term at high school. I can’t quite…
It’s taken me six months to get around to writing this birthday update for Mimi. Six months! Truthfully, it’s taken me that long because I’ve been in quite a tricky headspace with regards to our gorgeous middle daughter and I’ve struggled to put into words what I’ve been wanting to say. I wrote this post…
I’ve been keeping a secret. I don’t like secrets. Surprises, yes. But not secrets. Secrets feel untrustworthy and trust is important in any relationship, even that relationship between reader and writer. Secrets feel like they’re something to be ashamed of, and what I’m about to share is definitely nothing to be ashamed of. It’s time…
I remember the summers of my childhood with unwavering joy and fondness – they were a swirling, intoxicating blend of school days and playing in the garden and visiting grandparents & cousins and summer holiday activity weeks. There were seemingly endless days of sunshine, full to the brim with handstands on the field at school;…
What a beautiful month May was! The weather throughout has been absolutely fantastic, even over both Bank Holiday weekends, which is pretty much unheard of here in the UK. We’ve had almost constant clear blue skies, the most glorious sunshine AND it’s mostly been really warm – I can’t even begin to describe how good…
As an only child, I spent plenty of one-to-one time with my Mum: we’d visit my Nana and Grandad on Sundays; go and stay with my aunt and cousins in Cornwall during school holidays; we baked together; she’d ferry me around to horse riding, gymnastics and art lessons; as well as being there every day…
Back in October, which seems forever ago now, we had to choose which three high schools we wanted to put down on Ella’s application for placement this coming September. Firstly, I still can’t quite believe that my baby, the one who made me a mother, is going to high school in less than six months…
Last week, my littlest girl turned eight years old. EIGHT! I simply can’t wrap my head around it – I still think of her as the baby even though she’s in Year 3 at school now. She was so excited in the lead up to her special day: asking me every day how many sleeps…
Our Happy Jar is quickly becoming my new favourite family tradition. Every year, on 1st January, we start with an empty jar. It lives in our kitchen and I leave a little stack of coloured paper and a pen nearby. Throughout the year we each write down the little things (and big things!) that we’ve…
It seems a little strange to be writing about this now, on the final day of the year. Looking backwards when my head is already firmly in the mindset of looking forwards to how I want 2018 to be and what I can do to actively create that. But this was too special a weekend…