Sunday, 21 December 2014

The house next door Part 2



You guys I did it!

It took me six weeks.

With a little help here and there I renovated the house next door Homes under the Hammer style....


Friday, 21 November 2014

Art and Courage


It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are... 

                                                                                                 -e.e.cummings



I was invited to join the a blog hop by the lovely fjord girl . I was excited to join in however with all the house renovation the weeks have just slipped by. So despite being behind and have probably missed the boat on this hopping thing I'll write the post anyway and then point you in the direction of some creative bloggers I love...

Also maybe it will help if I hop while I type...


Friday, 7 November 2014

The house next door...


After various delays, and me practicing the art of not being very patient at all, we now officially own the house next door. Suddenly I'm waking up at 5am to do my usual housework early so I can spend all day working on 'the house'. I have a million things to remember to do, phone calls to make, decisions to be made, things to break...


Thursday, 9 October 2014

Sometimes it's good to wait a bit...


This summer me and Tim were feeling like bad parents because we still hadn't taught Isaac to ride without stabalisers. Every time a child Isaac's age expertly passed us on a bike we would look at each other with guilty eyes that said 'yep we really need to do that soon...' It wasn't intentional, it just kind of fell of the radar.

So one afternoon we decided it was time to tick this off the parenting list.


Thursday, 2 October 2014

Wedding at Splotts Moor Farm...

Well the season of germs has started. I have my first cold. I'm sitting here at my computer, shivering with a sore throat and a disgusting runny nose. 
Too much information...?
So for my own good and yours I'm going to bring back a little sunshine. 
I'm no professional photographer but one of my best friends asked me if I would photograph her cousins wedding. My first reaction was 'God no! I can't do that...' but she loves me and seems to believe in me. She reassured me over and over that the bride and groom wanted very natural shots. Which is much more my style. I'm so glad that, despite my fears, I did it.

It was a humanist ceremony at Splotts Moor Farm which is in Glastonbury. It had the feel of a music festival and it was just lovely...

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

A birthday and Birmingham Sea Life Centre...

I'm still loving the new tradition of sneaking in balloons the night before a birthday. How exciting is that? Although no one one in this house has got the hint and done it for my birthday yet. 
But there's always next year... *cough cough*




And I can't believe my baby turned five years old. Waaaaah!
This time of year with school and birthdays I feel like life is racing ahead and I want to put my foot on the brakes a little. But it is also an enjoyable time. And so Lucas being obsessed with all things underwater (thanks to Octonauts) we decided to go to the Sea Life Centre for his birthday.

It did not disappoint...




There is this tunnel section where the fishes, sharks and a huge turtle swim over and around you. It was very cool...


The Spongebob in me particularly liked the Jelly fish...


But by far everyone's favourite was the penguins (although I'd much rather see them in their natural habitat, they did not have much space).

They were so full of personality...





Happy Birthday Lucas x

Tuesday, 2 September 2014

It hurts and it is good.

It's that time again. That time when the laughter and warmth of summer is fading and I look at my children closely.

Before they go and start a new school year and it all changes again...



Every time I look at Isaac lately he is all legs. He is leaner. He feels so big when I cuddle him. At least he still lets cuddle him.


I'm told that soon he will push me away because that's what boys do. I really really hope that is not true. I sometimes whisper to him while he sleeps 'Stop growing so fast' ...

Lucas still looks so small.


I know he is nervous about school. More than Isaac was. He doesn't seem as ready. He is still behind in things.


Will he cry on his first day?

He might.

Will he know where the toilet is? Will he ask to go? Will he know what to do at lunch time? Will someone pick on him?

Maybe, Maybe, Maybe...

I have to trust it will all work itself out. I will put on an excited smile despite that nagging pain in my heart that arrives every September when I realise how much they have grown. And I always knew this September would sting more. My youngest baby at school. Walking around without me all day.

One day they will always be walking around without me. Is that my heart bleeding like an old wound reopened?

Maybe just a little.

It hurts because we love.
That's a good thing.

They will grow up and live big lives. 
That's is good thing.

Two seemingly opposing forces. It hurts and it is good. 


And just look at them?

So we walked to school, I smiled, I squeezed their hands. I kissed their faces and said have a good day... 

It goes well.

I walk home. I'm so glad Lucas didn't cry. I feel strangely okay.

Then I walk back into the empty house and my own voice screams inside my head What the hell do I do now??

Well ain't that the question..?

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Trip to Switzerland - rolling clouds and thunder storms

If there was a theme for our trip to Switzerland this summer (for Tim's dad's 70th birthday) it would be rolling clouds and thunder storms.

His family remarked that it had been an unusually bad summer in Switzerland with constant rain. They all agreed it was a shame that we did not get many sunny days with full view of the mountains.

But I didn't feel that way at all. In fact I think I was a meteorologist in another life because I absolutely loved watching the different weather curl it's way around the huge immovable mountains. Every time I looked up, the view was completely different and I would ooh and ahh constantly.

In fact after years of hating that I am not a consistent person in anything I do, I have come to realise that change, any change, is the thing that really sets me on fire. Which is probably why I like travelling in the first place.

Highlights of our trip...

The route...
It takes two full days of driving, with one crossing on a ferry and a stay overnight in a hotel in France. We kept ourselves amused...



Just like last time it was tiring but also one of my favourite parts of the whole trip.

As was the constant storms as we drove through France...


It was just like last time except more extreme. I felt like a storm chaser. That was until it got so bad we had to pull over because we couldn't see through the windscreen. Then I was like okay chill a bit with the beautiful storms we have to somehow find our hotel oh and STAY ALIVE!...


Returning to the familiar village that we love...

Exploring the woods with cousins...
Roasting sausages with cousins... 
Exploring...

Feeding grass to the mountain goats...

Campfires up the mountain

Everyone working while I watch the smoke rise through the trees...

Hiking across ancient waters from the Glacier above...

Feeling like you are living in a land above the clouds like Jack and the beanstalk...



These valleys...

These mountains...
Even when they are constantly playing hide and seek with you...

And too much more to list...

Change is a very good thing x