As our beautiful boy is about to turn the grand age of ten, we have spent almost the entire weekend celebrating. We’ve obviously partied a little too hard as the kids are both worn out: E came down with some sort of sickness bug last night and J barely has a voice left thus they are both in bed early tonight.
This time ten years ago I was busy sucking on gas and air whilst begging for a c section, I can barely believe it’s been a decade since our little man made an arrival into this World. TEN YEARS! Where on earth has that time gone?!…
Whilst we’d planned to spend the day celebrating at the Sandcastle with the kids, Blackpool was put on the back burner following a restless night with our little lady.
Poor E still isn’t herself, she’s struggling with a nasty cough and to be honest it’s just as well as Paul seems to have come down with some sort of stomach bug. It hasn’t been the best birthday for Paul this year, he’s told me as such which makes me feel pretty bad but I’m no doctor so what can I do?!
I’m not entirely impressed with having spent the past four days (including Mothers Day for that matter) festering as a family, I’d much rather be making the most of the time that we have, but at present we’re all poorly!…
Yesterday marked what would have been my Nana’s one hundredth birthday. I was planning to write an entire post all about her but having spent the day at work then travelling fifty-minutes in the car through to the florist, followed by the cemetery, I was far too tired upon arriving home to do anything other than to slump on the sofa and to catch up with the kids.
It was a beautiful spring afternoon when I arrived at the cemetery, the sun was low in the sky and the entire town was aglow in the distance. I parked my very own Mini (which is the car which Gran was well-known for driving) close by her grave and made my way to her plaque with flowers in hand.…
One year to this day our beautiful basset-hound Maisy was born. Whilst it was a further eight weeks until Maisy came to live with us, I still clearly remember receiving the text to let us know that our puppy had been born.
Paul and I were visiting our tazzy pals at their house, where we shared a variety of amazing curries whilst having a barrel of laughs as we played games, shared stories and emptied many bottles of wine. The text came shortly after we sat ourselves at the table, I was barely able to contain myself as I learnt that our puppy had arrived, Paul and I knew exactly what we were signing ourselves up for and we couldn’t wait!…
Talk about treacherous, the weather last night went from bad to worse. I was half expecting to wake to a garden without a greenhouse. Thankfully the trampoline held on tight and whilst the deck chairs had flown across the lawn, the damage was minimal. Paul very kindly put things back into their rightful place then we proceeded with our day.
I began by taking E along to her friends birthday party, I was therefore required to sit and make polite parental conversation for two hours whilst covertly sniping snacks to keep my hunger at bay.
Whilst some parents are happy to leave their little ones, I’m still a little on the apprehensive side when it comes to E.…